Chapter Four: Lies
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel. If I did, this would be an epic film with a great cast including the best spiderman, Andrew Garfield.
Author's Note: I just finished rewriting this chapter, again. I think this version is less crappy. Please like and review. Follow if you want :) (there may be a small delay on the next chapter.)
The camera's red dot stopped flashing and one of them pulled my gag down. "Who the hell are you," I said angrily.
He chuckled, "That isn't important. Now, tell me what you know about Spiderman."
"Well, I don't know anything, I've never even met Spider-Man."
"Really?"
"We may have chatted once or twice."
"What about?"
"Who we think is the cutest avenger." I quipped.
"Ms. Stillman, I need you to be honest with me, please, tell me what you know."
I kept quiet, clenching my jaw as his face moved closer to me.
"I'll give you one more chance."
"Over my dead body."
"Fine, be that way. Just know that this all would have gone differently if you decided to cooperate.
The gag was shoved back in my mouth. He signaled for the camera to be turned back on and pressed the gun against my head once more. He turned to the camera, "Spidey, we missed you here. Hopefully, you'll show up soon. Meanwhile, I am a man who keeps his promises."
He shot once towards the ceiling for dramatic flair.
The lead dumbass signaled and they made me stand up. I immediately kicked him in the balls and he struck me across the face.
"You're going to follow every instruction I give you, okay?"
I spit out the gag, "Not a chance."
Someone else kicked me in the lower back and I fell to the floor. They kicked me again and again. One of them reached down and I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. He pressed his foot on my chest until I was gasping for air. Kicks landed on my stomach and legs.
I wheezed, "You sick twisted bastards. I will fucking kill you."
All they did was laugh.
I was laying on the ground and my eyes were about to close when suddenly I heard a crash. All I knew was that shit was about to hit the fan.
I turned to see Spider-Man had crashed through the ceiling. Two shots rang out, but never hit. Spider-Man shot a web that knocked the gun out of their leader's hand. I grabbed the gun and shot the man who taunted me with the gun. Right in the chest. He fell to the ground and I shot another one of the goons. The rest of them seemed to be slightly smarter and decided to run.
I tried to get up, but my ankle gave up under me and I fell back down. Spider-Man ran over and helped me up. I limped to the door and we got to the office door, before encountering two people.
Spider-Man turned the other direction to fight one of them. I looked at the man coming from the opposite direction. His mask had fallen off and I got a clear look at his face as well as the frightened look in his eyes. We both moved to shoot, but his bullet reached the target before mine. The wind was completely knocked out of me and I fired once more in panic. I leaned against the wall to catch my bearings.
A quick glance behind me told me that Spidey had it taken care of. I made a mad dash to the next cover. I carefully aimed and shot at one of the men that restrained me earlier. With the blooming blood on his uniform, I figured he was down. I scanned the room. Three thugs, one bullet left. Quick math. Plenty of old factories near the city used to have gasoline storage. I spotted a fuel tank that looked pretty empty and took a gamble. One shot. Boom.
The men were definitely distracted, and likely pretty injured. I didn't know, instead taking the time to run as fast as possible towards the door. I thought I was free until I realized it was a garage style door. Despite the burning sensation, I worked to lift the door until I felt a presence beside me.
"Let me go dumbass, I can take care of myself."
"Well, you were just kidnapped, so I'm not entirely sure that's true."
"After… you… broke into my house," I said in between deep breaths. With the extra adrenaline, I lifted the door and stepped underneath. Two steps. I ran two steps towards freedom when everything got blurry and my legs gave out, but I didn't hit the ground. He didn't let me fall. I felt myself moving, but it wasn't my legs. I was lowered to the ground and someone sat down beside me. Sirens sounded off in the distance and I looked to make sure my location wasn't obvious.
"Are you okay?" His voice sounded strange, almost… worried?
My brain felt like static. "I'm fine-" I said, pausing when I saw the blood blossoming across my abdomen.
The only thing keeping me awake was the chills brought by my clothes soaked in a combo of sweat, blood, and icy water. Reaching up, I tugged the mask off of his face. He didn't resist. At that point, I didn't have the energy to be surprised or even mad. So, I smiled. "Hello, Peter."
There was a strange look in his eyes. Almost like fear. "Everything's going to be okay," he said.
I laughed, "That's bullshit, but thanks for trying.'
Everything looked like I was seeing through blurry goggles. I could hear Peter's voice, miles away. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry."
And then there was silence.
Author's Note: I'm a bit of a sadistic writer :)
