Along Came a Spider Part 4
While walking to his locker, Peter heard someone running after him. When he turned around, he saw that it was Flash.
"Parker. Give me your lunch money."
Peter sighed and replied with, "That may have been the most cliche thing you've ever said."
"Just do it." Flash demanded.
"How about you walk away, Eugene?"
Flash just froze and stared at Peter. "I told you not to call me that."
"Oops, sorry."
Peter felt a tingling at the back of his skull. What is that?
Suddenly, Flash took a swing at him.
Time slowed down for Peter. Everything around him was in slow motion. Before he could think, he dodged the punch. Flash took another jab at him. Again, Peter dodged it.
Flash decided to changed it up and charged at Peter. Peter, on the other hand, jumped above Flash's head and landed on the ground. He heard a loud BANG and turned around to see Flash sitting on the ground and rubbing his head. There was a dent in Peter's locker.
HAHAHA! He ran into it!
Flash, in one last attempt to gain back the advantage,, took a final jab. Peter, on the other hand, caught the punch and threw Flash across the hallway. Flash screamed in pain.
"My arm! MY ARM!"
Peter looked around to see a crowd had formed. Right in the front were Harry and Mary Jane. MJ looked seriously worried, while Harry cheered Peter on.
"Pete, that was... amazing!"
"No."
"Peter, are you OK?" asked MJ.
A frightened Peter Parker ran away from his classmates and out of the school.
What have I done?
Peter repeated the question over and over again in his mind.
I'm gonna be suspended. It'll go on my record. I won't get into college. I'm ruined!
Frustrated, Peter slammed his fist down onto a mailbox. It crumpled like an aluminum can.
Damn.
He continued walking until he got into an alley, where he sat down.
"What am I gonna do?"
As he sat, he felt a small tickle on his hand. He looked up to see a small spider, looking directly at him. Peter, with lightning speed, slammed his hand into the wall. The wall shook and the spider was annihilated.
The shop owner of the building behind him ran outside. He looked in the alley and saw Peter, then asked in a panic, "DID YOU FEEL THAT EARTHQUAKE?!"
"What? No." Peter replied.
The shop owner ran back inside. Peter laughed.
That guy was freaking out!
When he went to stand up, his hand leaned against the wall. He went to walk away, but his hand stayed glued. He tried as hard as he could to pull it off, but he couldn't.
He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Slowly and gently, he removed his hand from the wall. Peter rubbed his hand and moved it around to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Then, he had an idea.
He walked up to the wall and placed his hand on it. Then, he reached higher up the wall with his other hand. He then pushed his feet against the wall and continued with his hands.
"I'm... I'm CLIMBING!"
He continued up the wall and laughed. "No. Freakin'. Way."
When he reached the top of the building, he grabbed a metal pipe to pull himself up. It was crushed as easily as paper.
Peter was stunned. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He remembered how high he jumped when he fought Flash and wanted to test that, too. He started running to the other side of the rooftop. When he got to the edge, he jumped. He cleared the alley in between the two buildings.
"WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!"
He kept running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Eventually he ran out of breath and stopped. He looked back at how far he had just run. His jumps took him across not only alleys, but entire streets.
"Woah."
Peter walked home in the dark. He had left his books at school, but it was too late to do anything about it. He just had to prepare for the punishment Uncle Ben was going to think up.
When he walked to the front door, he heard a cough. There, on the porch, was Uncle Ben. He stared at Peter, and Peter stared back.
"Where were you?"
"Out. Look, I'm sorry, OK? It won't happen again."
"You broke his arm, you know."
"I what?"
"In that fight at school, you broke that Flash kid's arm."
Peter was sad to hear it, but slightly satisfied. He smiled the slightest amount he could, but it still wasn't enough.
"Something funny about that, Peter?"
"No, no. I'm sorry, can I just-"
"No. You'll face me like a man. Why'd you do it?"
Peter thought about it for a while before saying, "Because this guy... he deserved it."
"Is he the boy who is always bullying you?"
Peter didn't answer.
"So this was all an act of revenge, huh? Listen, Peter, only the cowards take revenge. It's the real men who turn their backs and walk away. Revenge is bad. It'll turn you into something you're not. Something bad. If you allow the people who hurt you to get what's coming to them, they'll learn their lesson. I don't want you to be a bad person Peter."
"So what? What are you trying to say?"
"I'm just saying that you can't allow yourself to be wrapped up in revenge. When you get revenge you feel powerful, but the power will make you reckless. When you come into possession of great power, you also will have great responsibility to go along with it. Remember that, Peter. Now get inside. It's time for dinner."
Author's Note:
There you go! The famous "Great Power, Great Responsibility" line. This chapter was slightly shorter and I'm sorry. Next chapter will be out soon, I promise. Well, that's it! Until next time!