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Chapter 4: People will believe anything

I'm not entirely sure when Aunt May started screaming. It could have been when she first heard the news. My best guess is it was when she realized I wasn't downstairs eating breakfast. Either way I was asleep, that was until she started screaming my name like she had a gun pointed at her. Which, by the way, was exactly what my half asleep brain thought was happening.

I was having a lovely dream about sweeping a beautiful blonde off her feet and swinging into the sunset, when I thought I heard someone say my name. My dream self looked down at the young woman in my arms and watched as her lips formed my name again.

"Peter."

The only weird thing about this was not that Gwen was actually talking to me, (no in my dreams everything was still perfect between the two of us), it was that her voice sounded funny. It was a little older; scratchier. She said my name again but this time it sounded more desperate. Gwen's face changed from a relaxed smile to a worried frown.

"PETER!"

I bolted upright in bed, causing all my blankets to fly off the bed. I started dry washing my face with a hand in an attempt to wake myself up. I suddenly realized that there wasn't actually anyone calling my name. The room was completely silent. Quirking an eyebrow I scanned around my small, messy room looking for anything that could have possibly made that much noise. Finding nothing I stood up and started pulling on some sweat pants. Looking into the mirror across from my bed I checked out the scratch on my forehead. It was almost completely healed and didn't hurt anymore.

"PETER PARKER!" The sudden sound, magnified by my super human hearing, scared the crap out of me. In an attempt to spin around towards the door, I stubbed my toe on the end of the bed.

"Son of a bi-"I was cut off but yet another scream. Instantly my mind flashed through all the possible reasons for Aunt May to be yelling like that. And for some terrible reason my brain decided that it must be because someone was robbing the house. My body went into overdrive and I started searching for some kind of weapon. Spotting my old wooden baseball bat that I never actually used, I picked it up and flung the door open.

Taking the steps two at a time, and finally jumping the last five, I landed in the main hallway. Slowly I started creeping towards the family room right down the hall from the stairs. I could hear the T.V. and news reporter talking about some killing. I sensed movement from the room and silently rolled landing right outside the room. Lifting my bat I shuffled towards the doorway, preparing to knock the block off of whoever was scaring Aunt May.

Right as I jumped into the open, she stepped around the corner and yelled, "PETER!"We stood there for a second just looking at each other. Both completely stunned by the other's presence.

"Peter Parker, why are you holding a bat?" We both slowly looked the bat up and down. Why the hell was I holding a bat? I'm freaking Spiderman, I don't need a bat to stop a common criminal.

Lowering the bat I replied, "I don't…know." Aunt May just shook her head and ushered me towards the T.V.

"You have to see what they've been saying on the News." As I watched, my jaw dropped and my bat fell to the floor, making a dull thunk.

She was standing in her kitchen in complete shock. It couldn't be true; it had to be a mistake. Gwen couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing. She felt like throwing up, but instead let out a choked sob as she watched the reporter on the T.V.

"It is my great displeasure to have to inform you all that the NYPD has released their official statement. The masked hero, Spiderman, is dead."

The final words were like a death sentence. She felt like the jail cell door had just closed her in on death row. How could this happen? How could Peter jump into a situation that could get him killed? He had never really been careful when acting as Spiderman while saving the city, but he had known his limits. At least she thought he had. What could have possibly been so bad and out of control that Peter had been killed?

Killed.

The word just sounded so hollow to her. It was the same way she had felt when the officers had come to her house announcing her own father's death. It had been worse than terrible getting the news about her father, but with Peter….she couldn't even find words to describe the hurt and emptiness she felt. The commercials had ended and the reporter was talking again.

"We've just been sent a video feed from last night's events concerning the now deceased masked enigma Spiderman. There were several different videos posted last night on many different media sites; however, few were very clear as to what was actually taking place. Our researchers searched all night until discovering this one." The camera cut from the reporter to a shaky, yet surprisingly clear, video of a burning building.

In the background Gwen could hear screaming, yelling, and shouting from the pedestrians and firefighters surrounding the building. Suddenly people started clapping and cheering. The camera panned down to see all the firefighter exiting the building; one of them carrying a young woman. Everything seemed ok until a loud crack rang through the air and the camera spun just in time to see the very top floor of the building cave in.

The woman, who had been carried out, started screaming and yelling something that the camera couldn't pick up. The man holding it asked what she was saying and a few people answered. Apparently her son was still trapped inside the building on the floor just below the one that had caved in. Worried murmurs started up amongst the crowd, everyone wanted to know how they were going to get the boy out.

There was a blur right past the camera and the crowd started cheering again. People were yelling to each other that it was Spiderman. He would fix everything; save the boy. Again the camera shot up towards the burning building. Flipping and flying through the air, Spiderman made his way to the top floor then dropped inside. Everything was going fine until another loud crack rang out and Spiderman still hadn't resurfaced from the building.

When the next floor started collapsing in and the hero and boy still hadn't come out, people started getting frantic. The mother was being held back by several men in the front as she screamed and yelled for her boy. The top floor had completely collapsed, but still people believed there was hope.

It wasn't until the rest of the building started falling that people started running away yelling at each other it was all over. And just when it seemed like there was no chance for either the masked man or the little boy to make it out, something shot out from the flames. The camera followed the dark blur as it flew towards the street lamp. An almost invisible string hit the light first and the object attached to the other end swung around a few times before coming to a stop.

The camera went back to the building as the rest of it fell in on itself. Dust and garbage flew through the air and for a moment the video showed only a blank screen. When the dust settled, the camera focused on the street lamp. Hanging from the very top was a young, dirty faced boy holding something. The shot zoomed in and clutched in the boys hand was a red mask. The mask of Spiderman.

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