Chapter Four
Re Take
Peter stood looking to the ceiling as scientist went over the safety precautions. He couldn't screw this up; he might never have a chance like this again. "Peter, could I speak to you for a second?" His thoughts came back down to earth as he noticed Gwen Stacy whispering to him. "Yah, sure," He started to walk with her over to the hallway and out the door with her. "So." His voice trailed off just like his thoughts. "Peter, I love you." She knelt in to give him a kiss and his eyes widened. SMACK! Something had fallen to the ceiling, hitting Peter on the head, knocking him out. Gwen giggled and ran back into the main lobby. It was all going according to plan
Peter woke up sometime later; he stood up and froze with shock. Pitch.black. "Hello?" He called out to anyone willing to answer. He looked out his glow-in-the-dark watch and his eyes widened. 4:25p.m.! He had missed the bus home and was now stranded at some laboratory. He grimaced and felt around for the door. After a good fifteen minutes he re-entered the lobby. "Can't believe this!" He saw a pay-phone and sighed with relief. He walked over to it quickly, stuffing his hand into his pocket. Flash had knocked him out, and stolen his money! He yelled out again "HELLO?!" He reached into his pocket once more and pulled out his cell-phone. Finally, some good luck for Peter. He then noticed his palm. '524-6491' He started to dial the number and could make out a windy kind of sound on the other side. "Doc,"
A flash of blue light engulfed Peter and he was back in Doc Connor's office, or at least he thought. Papers were tossed this way and that, test tubes were shattered on the floor, and a faint light could be seen from the middle of the room. Peter ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He could make out the outline of a newspaper lying on the ground. He picked it up quickly, checking the date. It read: 2-1-04. "Oh man, it worked!" Peter rushed out of the room, down the elevator, out the steps and into the street.
He returned back to his house in a good ten minutes. He started to open the door and was greeted with the barking of a dog! "What the." The dog started to bite into Peter's leg. He kicked it off as a fat man entered the kitchen with a flashlight, shining into Peter's eyes. "What are you doing?! I'm calling the cops!" Peter stumbled backwards and out the door. He looked from side to side and ran down the sidewalk at his full speed, which wasn't fast enough for the police. A police car turned the corner and was speeding towards him. "Ahh!" Peter turned once again and ran into the nearest backyard. He dived behind some bushes hoping it would be enough refugee against the on-coming officers. "Don't move! We have you surrounded!"
Peter franticly looked around trying to find anything to get him out of this horrid situation. Then he noticed whose backyard he was in, Mary Jane's! He reluctantly walked towards the house. What if they weren't friends? How could the one little spider bite effect so much? Where were his loving Aunt and Uncle? He laid down on the porch not caring if he was caught by the officers that had the house surrounded. He had screwed up so much. Where was his Re Take?
Re Take
Peter stood looking to the ceiling as scientist went over the safety precautions. He couldn't screw this up; he might never have a chance like this again. "Peter, could I speak to you for a second?" His thoughts came back down to earth as he noticed Gwen Stacy whispering to him. "Yah, sure," He started to walk with her over to the hallway and out the door with her. "So." His voice trailed off just like his thoughts. "Peter, I love you." She knelt in to give him a kiss and his eyes widened. SMACK! Something had fallen to the ceiling, hitting Peter on the head, knocking him out. Gwen giggled and ran back into the main lobby. It was all going according to plan
Peter woke up sometime later; he stood up and froze with shock. Pitch.black. "Hello?" He called out to anyone willing to answer. He looked out his glow-in-the-dark watch and his eyes widened. 4:25p.m.! He had missed the bus home and was now stranded at some laboratory. He grimaced and felt around for the door. After a good fifteen minutes he re-entered the lobby. "Can't believe this!" He saw a pay-phone and sighed with relief. He walked over to it quickly, stuffing his hand into his pocket. Flash had knocked him out, and stolen his money! He yelled out again "HELLO?!" He reached into his pocket once more and pulled out his cell-phone. Finally, some good luck for Peter. He then noticed his palm. '524-6491' He started to dial the number and could make out a windy kind of sound on the other side. "Doc,"
A flash of blue light engulfed Peter and he was back in Doc Connor's office, or at least he thought. Papers were tossed this way and that, test tubes were shattered on the floor, and a faint light could be seen from the middle of the room. Peter ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He could make out the outline of a newspaper lying on the ground. He picked it up quickly, checking the date. It read: 2-1-04. "Oh man, it worked!" Peter rushed out of the room, down the elevator, out the steps and into the street.
He returned back to his house in a good ten minutes. He started to open the door and was greeted with the barking of a dog! "What the." The dog started to bite into Peter's leg. He kicked it off as a fat man entered the kitchen with a flashlight, shining into Peter's eyes. "What are you doing?! I'm calling the cops!" Peter stumbled backwards and out the door. He looked from side to side and ran down the sidewalk at his full speed, which wasn't fast enough for the police. A police car turned the corner and was speeding towards him. "Ahh!" Peter turned once again and ran into the nearest backyard. He dived behind some bushes hoping it would be enough refugee against the on-coming officers. "Don't move! We have you surrounded!"
Peter franticly looked around trying to find anything to get him out of this horrid situation. Then he noticed whose backyard he was in, Mary Jane's! He reluctantly walked towards the house. What if they weren't friends? How could the one little spider bite effect so much? Where were his loving Aunt and Uncle? He laid down on the porch not caring if he was caught by the officers that had the house surrounded. He had screwed up so much. Where was his Re Take?