Hi people!
I decided to redo all chapters up until now.
There are no differences in the plot, just spelling and grammar and such.
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from the plot...
M a k i n g A D i f f e r e n c e
Chapter II: Involuntary Revelation
Flash Thompson had only risen around noon on this Sunday. But who was to hold that against him? As the most popular person in school he was naturally invited to every party that took place and he of course would not miss a single one of them.
His mother was not all that delighted of her son's habits, she would rather have him not stay out the whole night only to resurface later with a massive hangover and the mood to go with it. No, Mrs. Thompson often wished her son could be even a tiny bit more like he was when he was a kid. Oh how she missed that side of Flash, the one that had bloomed every time he got the chance to be with his best friend and almost neighbor Peter Parker. Believing Aunt May's stories he had really turned into a nice young man. 'If only things could go back to the way they had been then...', she thought with a light sigh.
As the two of them sat at the kitchen table waiting for the food to finish, the teenager looked at the woman across from him over the edge of his cup of coffee and narrowed slightly those blue eyes of his. He knew exactly what she was thinking though that did not mean he could understand it. She had been young once, too, had she not? At this age one was supposed to go out and have fun, do something stupid and not think of the consequences – it was like a law of nature, for God's sake! And she expected him to forgo that, wanted him to be more like Peter Parker.
The blond snorted into his cup, ignoring the look he was send at that. 'Like I would ever want to be like him.', Flash thought, his anger rising. He did not even understand it himself but this topic always confused him, it made him feel insecure. It was supposed to be clear, it was supposed to be easy. People like him did not like people like Peter Parker. But Peter... He...He was just...
Flash shook his head trying futilely to rid himself of those thoughts and searched desperately for any kind of distraction.
In the meantime the blond's mother watched curiously. A while ago she had first noticed his strange behavior but had not thought much of it then. Now everything seemed to finally become a bit clearer; it almost looked like some nice girl had stepped into Flash's life...
Mrs. Thompson stood and went to look after the food, successfully hiding the soft smile that graced her lips. Her son certainly would not be all that pleased if he was aware of his mother knowing of his little secret...
Flash had fled from the kitchen as soon as his hunger was satisfied. Those looks his mother always threw his direction where starting to freak him out. So he dragged himself back into his room, flung himself across his bed and turned the TV on. There was still this DVD that he had not gotten to finish two days before and the blonde decided that now was as good a time to finish it as some other time.
The film was ok; it was not bad but he had seen better. It had been about some Superhero or another and, seeing as they had their own Superheroes and Super-villains in New York City, it was quite easy to tell how unlikely and implausible the storyline was. Not to mention that it resembled a chick-flick in the end... Flash had to suppress a grimace at that.
But the whole thing had got him thinking: Their very own hero Spider-Man, did he too have a private life similar to this? Was he an ordinary man when he was not saving the city? Did he lead a normal life, have a normal job like his neighbor for example? A family maybe?
It all seemed surreal to Flash. Just how could one single human-being (mutated or not) balance all that and not break under the pressure? And up until now he had not even considered the negative aspects of life: Did he have trouble paying the rent? A sick relative?
At this point the world seemed to be awfully unfair to Flash. Was it not too much even for Spider-Man? Did he not need help?
Flash did not know how long he had lain there simply thinking but when he turned onto his side he could see the last of the sun's rays at the horizon.
He sat up, scratched the back of his neck and felt around for the remote. Having found it he turned on the TV.
Though it was only supposed to rid him of his boredom, Flash soon found himself glued to the screen, hanging on the reporter's every word...
Peter was awoken in the late afternoon by his Aunt May's persistent knocking and following questions: "Are you awake, dear? I hope you're not getting sick. You know I hate to disturb you but do you know those people? They have been standing there for quite a while now and they do not appear to be leaving anytime soon..."
"What are you talking about, Aunt May?", was Peter's only groggy response as he rubbed his eyes and tried to make sense of his aunt's words. "I just wanted to know whether you knew who those people are. They have been in the front lawn for quite a while now..." Confused Peter moved over to the window facing the front and squinted through the binds. And really; there was a large crowd adorned with posters and camera teams of most TV channels.
Quickly he stepped back, but not before taking notice of some of the posters: Most were red and/or blue, covered in drawn webs, some with cardboard-spiders, ...
'No!', Peter thought panic-stricken, 'Please, no! It can't actually be true, can it? I was so careful, I...' As if in a haze Peter walked over to the TV in the corner, not noticing the worried looks he received from his aunt. Hesitating shortly, he turned it on – and was immediately greeted with a picture of his supposedly secret identity. The reporter enthusiastically told of a video tape on which a lucky shot of Spider-Man had been recorded. Before Peter's eyes flashed a memory of the night on the roof where his suit had gotten ripped in that unfortunate way. Apparently that had been the very scene the camera had recorded. And evidently someone had been able to identify him.
After the first shock decreased the student could feel his aunt's consoling hand on his shoulder.
The broadcast had been going on for a while and by now whole New York City was sure to know his secret. What would his friends say? Oh God, his friends! Hasty he searched for his cell phone; he could not remember ever having had so many messages or calls in absence.
The rest of the evening he spend behind drawn binds and in the calming presence of his aunt who had decided that he was in dire need of some comfort food...
When Peter awoke the next morning he hoped to find that it had all been some bad dream. His wishful thinking was, however, soon destroyed as he took notice of the freaks camping in his front lawn. "It would have been too good to be true...", Peter said quietly to himself. He then got some clothes and made his way to the bathroom. The bit of luck that still stuck to him let him notice the lack of people on this side of the house. In a matter of seconds he had made up his mind; instead of using the door like normal, this morning he would leave through the bathroom window.
All through breakfast was a nervous wreck, he was dreading stepping outside and was more then afraid of showing up at school.
"God damn it! I am Spider-Man! I shouldn't be afraid of some simple teenagers. I've faced much worse after all!"
And with that he finally left; climbed through the window, crawled down the wall and vanished in the bushes after a short sprint over the grass.
'This is gonna be on hell of a day...'
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