Chapter 3: Great responsibility.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fanfic(except for the story) "Talking" , 'Thoughts', 'Machines/gadgets/television/Phone call', 'Flashback'.
'Life's weird, huh.' Thought a brunette teenager wearing a black tuxedo standing in front of a graveyard.
'One moment you're on top of the world, the next, you hit rock bottom.' The teenager continued to narrate
"Benjamin Parker will be dearly missed as a friend, husband, and uncle. May God have mercy on hia soul
The teen looked at the gravestone that read: "Benjamin Parker, Loving husband and Uncle, 1975-2015."
"Peter, are you alright?" Whispered a feminine voice who was holding his shoulder.
"Yeah,no, I don't know anymore. Aunt May." Replied Peter.
Aunt May just leaned her head on Peter's shoulder and sobbed silently. She was wearing a black dress and a black veil on her head, covering her face.
KRAAACKAABOOOM
Peter looked up and saw that rain had started falling. The teen frowned and pulled up a black umbrella.
'Great, just great. No sad moment on earth can happen without rain huh. I'm really sorry Uncle Ben this was my fault. Maybe if I told you my powers you would've understood. Maybe if I hadn't let that thief get away, you'd still be here. Probably arguing with Aunt May.'
Peter looked around the small crowd that gathered, and sighed. 'The one thing that my uncle did the best, make people feel better about themselves. And I guess, some people other than me and my aunt will remember him.'
'I can remember what happened as if it was yesterday."
Flashback, 5 days ago
The rest of the weekend passed by without a hitch, but I still didn't completely explore my new abilities. Oh well, there's always next time.
Peter was standing on the bus stop, waiting for his school bus.'-sigh- I wonder how Cindy is doing, she hasn't answered my calls and texts yet. I hope she's in school today.' Peter mused to himself.
He wasn't fully alone on the bus stop though. There was a few people he didn't know, (but he recognized)there with him.
Peter was interrupted from his musings when the school bus' familiar honk.
'Here we go again!' Peter thought as he een was getting a climbed up the school bus. The teen got a few stares from the people in the school bus. He heard a few murmurings from the crowd like: "Who's that?", "Is that puny Parker?", "Is he a new student?". Hearing those words made Peter grin a bit, it was nice not to be insulted by people when he walked in the school bus. Although he still needed a viable excuse for his… sudden growth.
The arachnid powered teen sat beside an african-american male that was about his age.
"Woah, Peter, is that you?" Said the dark-skinned teen that Peter was sitting beside.
"Yep, it's me Hobie. Puberty finally found me." Peter joked lightly.
"Hahaha. You've grown my homie. I forgot that you were sixteen and still vulnerable to puberty. Unlike me. I'm stuck in 5'9"" The teen named 'Hobie' said, gesturing to hair-style was an afro. He also wore glasses. Hobbie was wearing a red shirt with white long sleeves underneath, and he also wore a baggy cargo pants and a pair of adidas basketball shoes.
"Oh come on, the difference between our height is only 2 inches." Peter replied, trying to cheer up his friend.
"By the way, I didn't see you last Friday, you didn't go to Oscorp?" Asked Peter.
"Ah ya' know me Peter, money's a little tight with my family, considering that Hell's kitchen's still bein' controlled by dem constumed creeps." Hobbie replied, his fists clenching and his face frowning a bit.
"Oh, sorry I asked Hobbie." Peter apologized. He saw it on the news after all. A bunch of costumed villains was running a large crime spree in Hell's Kitchen, which was where Hobbie lived.
"Well, we Brown's weren't that well of to begin with." Hobie joked lightly about his family.
"Yeah. So, uh, the three stooges still hasn't bothered us, huh?" Peter said changing the topic was reffering to flash and his friends.
"I think Flash and his gang are still stumped about how you suddenly grew." Hobie replied.
"I don't think Flash knows how puberty works." Peter responded.
" I don't think he's familiar with that word anyway."
The two nerds laughed silently, they knew better than to attract the jock's attention. Because they could be in for a world of hurt. Well, for Hobie, that is. For Peter though, he just didn't want to be discovered. He just didn't want to accidentally use his new found abilities against Flash (or anyone, for that matter.). These days, any superhumans/metahumans were arrested on sight, for fear of them turning into Villains, or for experimentation. Even if they didn't use it for evil (or at all). That's why there were no more heroes in this day and age, they all grew tired of getting chased around and hounded by the very people that they try to save. So Peter tried to avoid using his abilities, he knew that somebody would rat on him, and his (God)Parents would be getting a call for his arrest. Which was something Peter didn't want to happen
Peter was interrupted from his narration when the school bus students started piling out of the bus .
"Well, here we are, in the jungle of jocks." Announced Hobbie.
" Unfortunately it's hunting season, and we're the prey." Peter replied as he and Hobbie walked out of the bus.
They started chatting about The Flash tv show and it's irony towards their real life Flash, when the tingling sensation at the back of Peter's skull suddenly rang back to life.
'Shit' Peter thought, he knew that he was gonna have another headache.
Time slowed down again, but this time, Peter was used to the pain. He had instinctively turned to his right to see a water balloon coming at him in slow motion. He then grabbed Hobbie's arm and ducked with him to avoid the water balloon.
"What the F*ck?" Hobbie cursed in slow motion as he was brought to his knees by Peter.
The water balloon then went above them and hit… The guidance counselor.
Flash and his friends had a mortified look on their faces, realizing that they missed their target.
The guidance counselor looked pissed, her suit was wet and her glare intensified and saw Flash Thompson, Kenny Kong, and Jason Ionello looking at her with shock.
"Thompson, Ionello, Kong. Detention, today, three hours." Said the angry guidance counselor, not giving the three mentioned any room to argue with her.
The rest of the students laughed at the three jock's misfortune. Flash and his friends were red with embarrassment (and humiliation). They looked at their intended targets (who had goofy grins on their faces) and gave them the 'You're dead' gesture.
"HAHAHA. Woah, man! That was funny! How did ya' know that they were gonna throw water balloons at us?" Hobie asked with a smile on his face.
" Well, my nerd senses were tingling. But seriously though, I was lucky that I lucked over my shoulder, otherwise, we would've been wet." Responded Peter. He had already prepared an excuse when they were laughing at Flash at hi friends get reprimanded by the principal.
"Well this has been fun, but I got a project due today and I need to pass it before the bell rings. See ya' later, Peter." Said Hobbie as he and Peter parted ways.
"Oh well, better get to the lockers, I guess."
Peter walked in the hallways of his school , he was getting a few raised eyebrows and stares, but other than that, his day was going saw his destination among the sea of students rushing around him, his locker. Locker 616.
Peter's enhanced vision allowed him to see his friend, Harry Osborn. The corn-row haired teen was leaning back on the locker besides Peter's, and playing a game on his OsPhone.
Peter smiled inwardly , because his friend still hasn't noticed him yet.
'I wonder what his reaction will be when he sees me.' Peter thought to himself.
By now, Peter was standing directly in front of his locker, and was in the process of unlocking it. He then turned to the left and greeted Harry.
"Good morning, Harry."
"Sup, Pete." Replied Harry, not even looking up from his smart phone.
" Have you seen Cindy?"
"I don't think she's arrived at school yet, why are you looking for her Pete? You going to flirt with-holy bazinga!" Exclaimed Harry, who finally looked up from his smart phone. " What happened to you Peter?" Asked a shocked Harry, who was now 3 inches shorter than Peter.
"Well, we have a thing called puberty Harry. Everyone has it, and it was my turn to get one." Peter replied to his shell-shocked friend.
"Ohhhh. Wait. Why aren't you wearing your eye glasses Peter?"
"Meh. I got contacts, it was about time I used them."
"Didn't you say they were uncomfortable?"
"It's better than eyeglasses, those are always getting crushed/stolen by Flash easily."
"Ohhh okay?" Harry didn't really get why Peter had changed from glasses to contacts.
"Anyways, you really haven't heard or seen from Cindy ,Harry?" Peter asked, changing the subject in the process.
"No I haven't. Is there something wrong? You're concerned about her more than usual." Replied Harry.
"She texted me last Saturday, she told me she was sick or something. Plus, she hasn't answered any of my texts or calls."
" Well, maybe she isn't going to school today because she's sick. Relax, Pete she'll be fine." Harry assured Peter. Although, something caught his eye as he finished that sentence.
"Yeah, I guess so. You wanna swing(Tee hee) by her house later?" Peter asked Harry. But Harry was staring at something with his mouth agape.
Cue someone playing "She will be loved"(from Maroon 5) chorus
The smell of jasmine filled Peter's (enhanced) nose, and he instantly knew who it was. Peter turned around and was shocked. It was Cindy, but she looked way better. Her jet-black hair had been brought down and her eye glasses were nowhere to be seen. She was wearing a blue long-sleeved sweater with a white tank top beneath. Blue jeans covered her curvaceous legs and a pair of brown boots protected her feet.
A lot of thoughts came to Peter's mind. But only one word came out of his mouth.
"Wow."
End the song.
Cindy then noticed Harry and Peter staring at her with their mouths agape. She blushed and pushed their mouths up.
"Stop staring! You're making me blush." Cindy said, slapping both of them. The slap had knocked them out of their trance. Their was a weird sensation coursing through her body when she looked at Peter.
'Mhhhmm. He looks good! Maybe he tastes better. Wait. Where did that come from! Bad Cindy! Bad!.' Cindy thought as she battled herself mentally.
Unbeknownst to Cindy, Peter was also mentally restraining himself. We won't be delving into his thoughts, because it is beyond T. His thoughts are M.
"So, Cindy. Why did you text me saying that you're sick?" Peter asked, starting the conversation.
" Um, yeah… I'm fine now don't worry. Say, you've grown a lot haven't you?" Cindy replied.
" Well, I'm not the only one."
"Yeah? Well out of the three of us, I'm the only one who didn't get a growth spurt by the weekend!" Harry retorted , and finished with a snort.
Peter and Cindy looked at each other and laughed(totally ignoring the tension between them(for now)).
RIIIIIINNNGGG
Their conversation was interrupted by the bell, and they parted their ways, on to their respective classes.
Present
Peter was the only one standing on the grave yard right now. The rain fall had already stopped and he had already put down his umbrella. Cindy and Harry had already bid him their farewells and had left. His aunt was talking with Mr. Logan, so he was standing alone still looking/contemplating at his Uncle's grave.
'I thought that day was weird. The next, well… it was straight up awful.' Peter narrated
'I guess, it was awesome at first. But… that was when I made my mistake. When I didn't use my power, when I was irresponsible.'
Flashback- 4 days ago.
Peter, Harry, and Cindy were walking down the hallway of their school. It was the end of day and the classes were over. They were just minding there own business when suddenly , someone grabbed Peter by the collar and slammed him to a nearby locker (which was, coincidentally, his). Peter's aptly named danger sense had tingled earlier, but he chose to ignore it, because he was already used to getting beat up.
"Aghh, what the hell Flash?" Peter said while pretend wincing.
"It's time for payback Parker!" Growled Flash as he held up Peter by his collar.
"Come on guys! Can't ya-" Harry started.
"Ionello, Kong, keep them occupied." Flash interrupted.
Cindy looked like she wanted to punch the two jocks that were restraining her and Harry. Peter Saw this and mouthed: 'No, I got this.'
Cindy looked like she still wanted to bash the two jocks' heads in (which she could totally do), but in the end, she stood down.
"Why do you want to beat me up anyway Flash? Isn't insulting me enough." Peter said, trying to peacefully get his way out of their.
" Don't you remember? Parker, you got me a ticket to detention." Flash replied as he lowered Peter to the ground and slammed him to the locker. The brunette teen winced, not because he was hurt, but because his danger senses after effect (Which increases all of hi senses input) had information overloaded him, again.
"If I recall correctly, you tried to hit me with a water balloon." Peter retorted.
" That's it, Parker. I have had enough of your bull (horrible word for crap(sorry, I had a review that I curse too much, so I think I've filled my quota)), now I'm gonna kick your ass." Said Flash as he set down Peter.
The brunette teen then looked down and said " Goddamit, Flash, you messed up my shoelaces."
By now there was a crowd who had gathered due to Flash's outburst. Some of them laughed, and some of them 'oooohh'ed. And now, Flash's face was beet red with anger, he tried to hit Peter in the face,(the keyword being tried) but sadly, Peter knew of his intent before he even got anywhere near close to Peter's face.
To avoid the punch, Peter pretended to tie his shoelaces. The result being him ducking below Flash's attack(which managed to hit Peter's locker).
The crowd gasped, and so did Peter's friends. Flash was cradling his arm due to it missing Peter and managing to hit the locker instead. Peter stood up and said:" There good as new. Are you okay Flash? You look hurt." Peter said with mock concern.
"You're about to get hurt soon!" The blonde jock replied. Midtown high's star quarterback and tried to punch Midtown High's wallflower, and ended up missing painfully. In short it was a pretty painful/funny sight to look at.
Flash's friends had enough of the tomfoolery and rushed in to try and tripple team Peter. The brunette wallflower did the most douchiest, least smart, and probably a move you'd only see in sitcoms.
"Oh, a penny." Said Peter as he ducked and pretended to grab a penny from the ground. The three jocks tripped on him and managed to hit each other. The crowd was laughing really hard now. Some of the students were even filming the hilarious event.
"Oh, what happened to you guys? Are you okay?" Peter's fake innocence was just plain insulting at this point.
Flash stood up, he was pretty silent. But Peter's danger sense tingled harder than it ever had before. Flash ran at him with full speed, fist cocked back, and was now full-on glaring.
'Holy crap Peter' thought as he sidestepped Flash's right punch. Surprisingly, Flash spun around and aimed a left hook at Peter's face.
Peter was surprised, but his reaction time was way ahead of him, and he instinctively slapped fFlash's hand away.
"AAAGHH!" Flash screamed in agony as he flet his left forearm get bruised by Peter's slap.
'Crap, I hit him too hard.' Peter thought
Peter was now sincerely concerned about Flash's well-being and he helped him was pretty sure he was gonna get hit the moment his danger sense tingled. He was thrown into a nearby locker by Flash. He didn't really feel hurt, but Peter still fake cringed in pain.
Flash held the brunette by the throat, and cocked back his fist(preparing to punch him). Fortunately for Peter, someone intervened.
"What is the meaning of this? Thompson! You again? 3 weeks detention, starting tomorrow." said the god-sent guidance counselor.
"But-"
"No buts, young man! Get out of here before I suspend you!" Interrupted the guidance counselor.
Flash gulped and high-tailed out of the school, with his jock friends following after him.
The guidance counselor glared at the gathering students. The crowd quickly dispersed and the guidance counselor disappeared into her office.
Harry and Cindy helped Peter get up from the ground.
"Dude, that was awesome! How did you dodge all of Flash's punches like that?" Harry enthusiastically asked.
"Well, I just got lucky y'know." Peter replied while scratching his head.
Cindy dubious, but she decided not to say anything.
"So, you riding the school bus today? Cuz' I need to go there if we don't want to get left behind." Cindy asked Peter.
"I'm going to walk home today, my aunt told me to stop by a convenience store to buy some coffe and milk." Answered Peter.
"Okay. Well, I,m going to catch the school bus now see you tomorrow!" said Cindy as she slung her back pack to her shoulder and went towards Midtown High's exit.
" What about you, Harry?" asked Peter.
"I'm calling Bernard to pick me up. Want a ride?" Harry invited Peter.
"Nah, I'm walking, could use the extra exercise." Declined Peter.
"Okay, suit your self."Replied Harry.
The two friends slowly separated and went their own ways.
Peter started to walk faster, then he ran. Then he ran faster. And faster. And faster. Until finally, he stopped near a Family Mart. He was exhilarated, the entire run barely made him break a sweat.
Peter entered the convience store. The teen was surprised to see that there were few customers.
'Oh well, at least there's no line."
Peter started to wander around the store. He got a loaf of bread, a dozen eggs, and a carton of milk.
The teen went towards the counter and put all of the stuff that he brought from the aisles of the convenience store.
The raven haired cashier in charge of the counter was leaning on the counter-top and looked really bored and uninterested, she was just texting away with her cellphone. Peter had to cough a few times before she even noticed him. She grumbled about something and straightened up, revealing her name-tag in the process. The cashier lazily swiped the pile of food that was on top of the counter and scanned their bar codes with turtle-like speed. The grumpy-looking cashier finally finished scanning and told Peter the price
"That'll be $ 27.25 dollars sir." grumbled the cashier.
That was about all Peter had so he got a few bucks from his wallet and pockets and handed it to the cashier. The raven-haired cashier counted the money . She frowned and said:
" Sir, can you give me 25 cents, your payment is lacking."
" What?! Oh come on Ms. Baumgartner. It's just 25 cents!" Peter then got a few cents from the tip jar and handed it to Ms. Baumgartner, who firmly rejected it and frowned.
"Listen up kid. I don't give a damn about how twenty-five cents is basically almost nothing and you think that you can get a discount. Well guess what? This is a convenience store not a market, you can't bargain prices here."
Peter's eyes widened at the lady's reply. The teen grew angrier by the second. This woman pissed him off, sure, he came off as a whiney and selfish guy, but she didn't have to shut him up like that.
" Just remove the milk from the list please." replied Peter.
The woman didn't reply, she just did what Peter told her. The cashier gave Peter his change receipt, and the items he bought quickly. The brunette swiped the items mentioned from her and turned around to walk out of the convenience store. On the way out, Peter bumped into a man that was a few inches taller than him, had blonde hair that was covering his face and was wearing dark clothes all over. Peter didn't know why but his danger sense tingled when he bumped into the man. His suspicions were answered when his hypersense activated. The man was carrying a gun.
" Oh sorry . Didn't watch where I was going." Peter apologized.
" Oh, don't worry, I saw you and the cashier over there fight. She's a stone cold (vulgar word for female dogs)." replied the man.
" Yup she kinda was. Oh sorry I took up your time sir." Peter was surprised at the man's sympathy towards him. Not many people were like that.
" S'alright kid."was the only thing said by the man before he went to the counter . Peter was smart enough to put two and two together.
'He's gonna rob the store.' thought Peter.
His predictions were proven correctly afew seconds later when the man pointed a gun at the cashier. At the moment Peter was conflicted, should he interrupt or not?
'Well... It's none of my business, I should just my mind what I'm doing.' Peter thought, making his decision and stepping near the exit. But before he could get out..
"Kid help me call the police or something !" screamed the cashier before she was punched by the man (she was still conscious though.). Peter smiled and walked out the store without another word.
Moments later, the guy ran towards Peter. He threw the carton of milk at him and left quickly. Peter smiled.
"That went well."
Unbeknownst to him, he just created one of his greatest villains.
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Present
Peter had already left the cemetary at this time, and was slowly walking home. His thoughts were jumbled and messy. Doubt and guilt filled his mind. Maybe if he did something that day, a lot of people would've lived.
'Could he have been just a replaceable? Or if I had removed him from the equation, the night never would have gone that way?' Thought Peter as he flashed back to Wednesday.
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Wednesday, 7 pm- Queens Wallmart (i don't know if they have this in real life, but in the story, they fo)
" So... Uncle Ben. Why did you bring me here to Wallmart?" asked Peter curiously. He was taken to Walllmart by his uncle after he got home from school. Plus, his uncle told him not to bring any money,so he was pretty weirded out.
" Well Peter, your aunt and I have been thinking. You're at your senior year at high school and graduation is a few months away. We thought that it was about time we saved up for something so, Peter, you can pick out anything you want in here. We'll see what we can do." explained Uncle Ben.
Peter's eyes widened. The arachnid-powered teen couldn't believe what his uncle just said. He was already content with what was going on right now. But this? It felt like they were giving him too much.
"Really? Thanks Uncle Ben! You're like , the best dad ever!" Exclaimed Peter while he embraced his uncle. Thankfully, he didn't see his uncle's face beaming with pride as he said those words.
" Take your time kiddo. I'll just wait here." replied Uncle Ben.
Peter smiled at him and went further into the mall. Peter wasn't going to make his uncle buy him anything expensive. He needed something practical and long-lasting. The brunette teen wandered around the mall for about an hour before he finally gave up. There was nothing he wanted that he didn't already have. Peter wasn't the kind of guy that was greedy and always unsatisfied. He was the kind who was content with what was given to him. After all, that's what his uncle taught him.
The teen arrived near the entrance and saw his uncle talking to a security guard. His uncle didn't even look irtitated or impatient at the slightest. Heck, he and the guard were laughing about something.
Peter couldn't help but smile. His uncle was a very friendly guy who gave to others more than he gave to himself. That's why Ben Parker had many friends.
"Hey Uncle Ben."
"Oh hey Peter! So what did you pick?"
"Well I haven't decided yet. You guys already gave me what I need amd want."
" Ok. So let's go home then."
Peter smiled at his uncle and followed him to the exit. When they got near though, his danger sense tingled like crazy. So much that his head hurt. Peter's hyper sense activated afterwards, he heard /saw/smelled a truck coming at the exit of the Wallmart. Acting by pure instinct , Peter grabbed his uncle's arm and put it around his shoulder. The brunette then grabbed his uncle's waist and jumped quite a few feet away. Just in time too, because the truck crashed into the exit of the mall, it went through the front door and slammed/ killed a few people.
A few guys stepped out of the truck. Peter's eyes widened when he saw one of them. It was the guy he let escape yesterday. Along with the metahuman Electro and two grunts.
"Uncle Ben, we need to get-" Peter said while carrying his uncle. But when he got near the exit his danger sense tingled, he saw that Electeo was about to blast him and his uncle with electricity, so he pushed his uncle out of the way and was promptlyzapped by Electro. Peter's body was durable enough to withstand it, bet it felt like somebody was burning him alive. The force of the electricity threw him out of the Wallmart and made him crash into another car's could barely move, his body ached so much from Electro's attack.
Peter was beginning to faint, he could feel unconsiousness taking him. He looked atthe burning mall one last time before he passed
Peter felt groggy, he tried to remember what happened and he suddenly got down from the roof of the car he crashed on. , his clothes ruined and hair frazzled. He ran towards the entrance but he saw that the people that broke in were gone. Peter noticed a bunch of ambulances and a crowd forming near the entrance of the mall. A bunch of firemen were trying to douse the entire mall that was on fire. A lot of dead bodies littered the ground. Peter felt him self panick. Where was his Uncle Ben? Peter pushed past the crowd and looked for his uncle. The psramedics asked if he needed assistance, but the brunette just declimed. He finally found his uncle in very bad shape and was lying down a stretcher with a cast and tubes going through his mouth.
" Uncle Ben!" Peter shouted and ran up to him and saw his uncle look at him with shock. The paramedic that was tending to his uncle stepped away (presumably to give them privacy.)
"P-Peter? Y-y-ou're still alive?" His uncle said with disbelief.
" Yeah, I'm built for a beat down." Peter joked lightly. Uncle Ben was a coughing fit and didn't answer. The teen placed them outside and took out his phone (which was miraculously unscathed), planning to call out his aunt. The injured uncle grabbed his arm.
"Peter, I know that you have these brand new abilities. I know that you -cough- can do these amazing things, don't try to be someone else -cough- don't try to be something else. I believe that.. If you have -cough- something to offer to this world, something that you can do better than anyone else, you shouldn't deprive the world of it. -cough- You have such great power Peter, its -cough- up to you whether or not you use them responsibly, or you choose not to use them-cough- at know that with great power comes great responsibility." Said Uncle Ben with much sincerity.
" What do you mean by that ?"
"One day in the it'll all make sense. Take care of your aunt Peter."
"Wait! No! Uncle Ben not yet! Please!" Peter said tears falling out of his eyes. The paramedics pushed Peter out of the way. The brunette teen just stood there in a daze.
' For all my powers, for all of my abilities, I can't even save the one I care about.'Peter thought bitterly, his legs were feeling weak. His throat felt dry, his stomach churned with guilt. Peter remembered that he saw the guy that robbed the store a day ago.
'Oh my god. Maybe if I had stopped him this wouldn't have happened.'
Uncle Ben smiled and one final thought filled his mind.
' Well May the rest is up to you.'
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Peter was interrupted ftom his thoughts when he heard something suspicious in a nearby alley. This was none of his business. He shouldn't interrupt. Peter's throat dried at that thought. Thinking that was what (may have) got his uncle killed. So he ventured into the dark alley
' On second thought. Maybe this is a horrible idea .' Thought Peter.
Peter was surprised he could see through the darkness.
'Night vision huh? That's going to be useful.'
The brunette wallflower finally got to the end of the alley and saw a bunch of guys beating up what looked like a police man.
Peter coughed and the tall men finally saw him.
"He's seen too much! Gethim!" said one of the men who was holding the beaten policeman by the collar.
The other men pulled out guns and stsrted to shoot at Peter.
Peter was not in a good mood, so he silently dodged the bullets . It didn't take long for him to get near one of the guys who tried to shoot him, and he punched him in the face with minimal force (that still knocked him out).
Some of the men switched to melee weapons and tried to stab Peter or hit him. The brunette teen just grabbed their arms before they got near and knocked them out by slamming them either to the wall, or each other. One by one the men fell, until the one who was holding the police man was the only one left.
The guy dropped the policeman and ran up to Peter with his fist cocked back. Seeing this Peter simply dodged his punches and then gave him a solid upper cut to the jaw.
Since all of the men were knocked out, Peter turned his attention to the police man who slowly stood up and limped towards him.
"Sir do you need help? I can get you to a hospital." Offered Peter.
" No thank you. Thanks for the help by the way." said the police man while grabbing Peter's hand and shaking it. He put a flashdrive in Peter's hand as he shaked it and then letgo. He grabbed his cellphone and wrote:
TAKE IT. EARS EVERYWHERE. DONT TRUST ANYONE. THROW IT AWAY.
" Ah sure. You're welcome." replied Peter.
"Thanks again. Goodbye." said the police man before he got out of the alley. Peter quickly followed. Once he got out he didn't see the policeman, only an ocean of people walking on the street.
' That was weird. What am I gonna do with this USB?' Peter asked himself.
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Later unknown location
The same policeman that Peter met earlier was strapped on a chair with metal cuffs on his hand conecting to the chair. He looked even more bloodied and beaten than earlier.
A large bald man wearing a white suit, violet slacks and black shoes and held a cane was looming over him. The fat man hit him in the face with a cane and asked him cooly:
" I'll ask you one more time, Stan Carter, where is the flashdrive."
"Nice suit cue ball, how many tailors did it take to sew that?" insulted the policeman.
"Now, now Stan. You should know better than to cross the Kingpin."
To be continued...
A/N Hello I'm so sorry for the delay of this, I sort of forgot. Anyways what do you think about the story? Is it too fast? Too slow? Does my writing suck? Anyway just please comment below constructive criticism and no flames. Next chapter is either Cindy-centric or Mixed points of focus.