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Chapter Six - Questions Without Answers...

Not too long ago (well not too long ago in the story at least...), our hero arrived at his home in a hurry, carrying his small flip phone, hoping it held some sort of valuable information. Not only had his Spider Sense detected a danger in the seemingly mistrusted Oscorp Facility, it was set off by the mear appearances of two men who were speaking in a foreign language. Not sure what awaited him in translating his findings, our hero got to work! But the only thing that awaited our teenaged titan was disappointment.

Peter laid on his bed, still in full costume. Moaning the loss of the one piece of information he thought he had collected, but had found that he couldn't make any details on the words recorded on his phone. His phone wasn't able to pick up the voices clearly, only giving peter muffled sounds and whispers and echoes of his own hard breathing in the air vents.

"... you know, it's with a startle realization, when the dots truly connect and the stars align in the sky.. that the fact of the matter is... I am really bad at this spider-man stuff." He sighed, grabbing a pillow and shoving it into his face.

'Whatever this spider-man stuff was in the first place...'

Peter sat upwards, looking down at his feet, still holding the pillow in his right hand. And continued to sit there for a long while, thinking, listening to the muffled sounds repeating on his phone, in a desperate attempt to find SOME sort of information. The conversation got clearer in the end when it seems like an argument broke out, but he still couldn't make out any words thus far. And yet he continued, playing the recording again... and again.. and again.. but for some reason. One word just sort of stood out to him..

"Diclle...Dicllo...Dicey..." Peter tried to make up the words in his mouth, grabbing the phone he rewond it through the same word again. "Diclonius...Diclonius..."

Peter shot a web line at the laptop on the shelf and tugged it into his hands. Quickly opening up the screen and getting onto a Google page, he typed the words "Disalonius" and pressed the enter key. No results. He typed it in again and spelled it differently, "Dicalanious", still no results. After a few more tries, he tried to spell it out in case he was spelling it wrong.

Finally, he typed "Diclonius", but unfortunately, no results came in. The word did not exist.

Peter threw up his hands and fell onto his back again, completely giving up on finding any meaning or definition of the word at all. He growled in frustration and smudged his hands all over his unmasked face. What the hell does this all lead up to? He asked himself, questions spinning around his brain, humoring his intelligence.

"Is Oscorp continuing the experiments somewhere else?... Are they using the Human Studies Corp. for more tests?... But would they really continue their research elsewhere if they didn't feel safe enough to do them in their own high tech security nuke proof building?.. I'm not so sure... maybe they're really IS nothing on..." Peter sat up once more, his face still pressed against his gloved hands, rubbing his tired eyes. "Hm... or maybe Oscorp's not the problem..."

Peter sighed, whatever he was missing…. He wasn't going to be able to figure it out if he doesn't get himself some shut eye. False alarm, cover up, whatever it was, it could wait until tomorrow. Obviously Oscorp isn't holding anything dangerous or life threating in its hands, so whatever the situation is, it's probably nothing that he himself could handle. So our hero takes off his suit, and stashes it in his parents old brief case with a combination only peter knew, and slides it under his bed.

Our hero lays in his comfy bed, on his comfy pillow, not sleeping, but not awake, just thinking in his own head. Maybe it's a sign that I'm not cut out for this hero biz, I mean, a superhero? I learned with Great Power come's Great Responsibilities but… the people of this town isn't my responsibility… my family is my responsibility. Nothing against helping people, but something about this feels… wrong, wrong about me… superhero… psh, me of all people thinking of being a superhero. If I want to help people, I could join the police or make donations, be a scientist like I want to be… I guess it's time I start thinking about my priorities.

Priorities….

Priorities….

The air is cool yet hard and fast, loud and quick, heart pumping, blood running, eyes burning; web in hand, neon lights going by fast! Letting your body fall for a little to feel the rush once more, high in the air, going where no-one less than iron man can go! This is truly how being Spider-Man feels!

He feels like he's flying! He falls, he snags a web and swings, but the pace never slows. He lets go, and he flips his entire body upward, than straightens his body as he lets himself fall with his arms crossed around his chest and his legs held together, but still spinning. The sounds of the streets below getting louder, and louder, yet he can't hear it over the sound of his own heart. But without even looking, his spider sense directing him, he shoots a webline and is thrust back upwards, but he lets go before the momentum slows down! He shoots two weblines at each side of the buildings, and once again spins around up sided in between the buildings! He lets go at the right time in order to be launched up into the air, head up, arms and legs spread out, feeling completely weightless!

Than he hears it.

"Stop thief! Stop thief!"

Looking down at the street to his left, he sees a man in a black jacket and green hat, knife in one hand, black bag in the other.

"Here we go again," Peter chuckled to himself as he shot another web to cling onto to chase down the thug, "Dude haven't you ever heard of a job? Seriously, I heard McDonalds is hiring!" He shouted mockingly at the pacing thug still trying to outrun his arrest. Catching spidey off guard, the thug takes a hard turn to the left, right into an ally. Well I guess he's not smart enough to cook anyways.

Dropping into the ally, peter smirked to himself, he had the man cornered. He had his back to the wall , his hand held high to his face, his gun dropped to the ground.

"…. This…. This is…. No way…." Peter couldn't believe his eyes, he couldn't believe where he was right now, standing here… again.

"Peter….." A voice from behind him…. A voice that belonged to… to…

Spidey slowly turned around, his eyes wide behind his mask, feeling like a knife had pierced through his back into his heart, and his blood ran cold, and time seemed to stop.

Uncle Ben was standing in front of him, peter didn't even have to see him to know that it was him... his smile, so wide, red checks, like Santa clause. He was wearing his favorite shirt, a button up Hawaii shirt, blue jeans, and old his glasses with the piece of tap that held the nose part together… but… he had this, gaping hole in his head with blood running down his face. His clothes, the shirt, the pants, the glasses, everything covered in blood that seemed to pour out of his head infinitively. His skin turned grey and disgustingly green, pours formed around in his skin, worms and maggots crawling in and out of his body, poking around in his skin… yet he kept his smile. Peter knew instantly this was just another nightmare... yet he couldn't wake up... he was trapped... damned to look at his lowest and ugliest sin... the sin of selfishness.

"Peter... do you want to watch the sports game with me?" He asked, with his cold smile, his arms outstretched to peter, maggots and worms forming holes in his arms, his gray skin rotting and peeling.

Than all of a sudden, blood spurt out of his head, hitting peter in the face, sinking into his eyes, running down his features, peter put his hands up his face. And screamed... but no sound came out...

Peter screamed, and he screamed hard, he screamed as hard as he possible could at the time, he could feel the warm liquid still running down his face, but it wasn't blood, it was tears, snot, and sweat.

"PETER!"

Aunt May burst into the room in her bed robe, she had finally decide to turn into bed when she heard Peter screaming. "Peter what's wrong?"

Peter held his face in his hands, weeping and crying, he hadn't had a nightmare like this for a long time now. Not since he first taken up the heroics of Spider-Man... But he thought he had gotten over the nightmares, that he was finally moving on. But of course he can't escape it, he can't escape his sin, he can't never truly redeem himself for his mistake. He deserved to be punished...

"Peter, what is it?!" She sat down on the bed, putting her hands on peters shoulders, "was it... was it another nightma-"

Peter started sobbed into May's shoulder before she could finish her sentence, and her arms wrapped around her nephew as hard as she could bare, and no words were spoken... because words were too little.

The smell of pollution hits your nose and stings with an inching and burning sensation, the sky is nothing but gray clouds and the cold breeze blows through your skeleton and pierces every piece of warmth in your body. Sneaking off the boat, having hid in crates and feeling the waves of the ocean for a while now, the feeling of solid ground was a very welcome feeling indeed. Looking up and around the unfamiliar environment, you can't help but feel small, lost, kind of like how you felt when you were a kid…

But than again, SHE never had a home… Welcome to America...New York City.

Wearing the hat that her childhood best friend had given her (or at least… one that looked like the same one) to cover her horns, and dirty, smelly, large clothes taken from some other poor person who attempted to sneak on board (who was long gone by now). The clothes would help her blend in, at least she hold, she wasn't any worse for wear... she had no idea where she was, and she had no location to stay at, no place to go, and nobody to turn to... Which is how she liked it. No more voices inside her head, no more hunting, no more hurting... and no more bloodshed...

... no more... filthy...human... bloodshed...

even though they DESERVE IT...

"Arf! Arf!"

"Aw Man! The Damned Dog stopped moving!"

"Heh... Oh well!"

Every Last bit of them...

"Nyu your getting cake all over your face! Hhahahah"

No... not every last one of them...

"Koutaaaaaaa! Why don't you ever want to play with Me?"

"What are you talking about Yuka?"

What is... Wrong with... Me...

"Ms... are you okay?" A voice asked.

Lucy opened her eyes, snapping bad into reality, her head felt like it had been smashed with a sledgehammer. She looked to the source of the concerned voice, seeing an old fat man, one hand outstretched to her while in the other hand he was holding a nice warm cup of coffee, which caught Lucys pulsing red eye.

"... Yes, I am... why?"

"Well you were just um.. standing there saying 'Nyu' and you were twitching and... I don't know! I was afraid you were having some sort of seizu-"

"What did you say?"

"Huh? I said that you looked like you were having a-"

"What did you say I was saying?"

"Nyu, Nyu... you were saying it like crazy..."

Lucy didn't know what to think of this, "Nyu"... She had gotten a really bad head injury, caused her to lose her memories and she would would become a complete different persona who only knew the word "Nyu", until a shocking event or injury caused her to remember and she would fall back into her normal persona... she hadn't had to deal with her other persona for a long time... She was assuming that she was getting over the head trama. But now she's not only having flashbacks, she's could have been having her first seizure or something...

She ran her fingers over her horn, or at least the stump of it. If it wasn't for the fact that she would die, she would cut those damn things straight off, she used to contemplate about it... but she had a promise to keep to herself, that one day she would find kouta and tell him how sorry she was...but now that it was over and done with... she had nothing else to lose.

"Listen, maybe I should get you to a hospita-" All of a sudden, the old man began to twitch and shake, and saliva began to fall from his mouth. "I...uh...ow..." He fell to his side, and his body started to shake violently! He looked like a fish out of the water.

She bent over to pick up the spilled coffee before it pour out completely, she stood up and took a long and hard sip of the disgusting yet welcome flavor of the drink. She smiled to herself. Well... I didn't say I wouldn't hurt any humans.

She raised the vector from the mans head, and the man suddenly stopped convulsing, knocked out cold from the sudden un-natural episode. Lucy saw the man was still breathing, she smiled a little bit to herself and raised the coffee to her mouth, and took a long sip.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

Doesn't look too good now folks... Lucy has full intentions of keeping the promise to Kouta... but the blood lust within her is still very much in her veins...

WELL I'M SORRY AGAIN FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK! Man this is probably the longest it ever took! Jeez! I'm sorry guys D:. I'm going to try and be faster but, holy crap, XD I am SORRY. :3 ANYWAYS, about the last chapter. Yeah, this story will stay up :3. YAAAY!

SO I'MA GET GOING ON THE NEXT CHAPTER, ALSO DOING ANOTHER STORY ALONG SIDE THIS ONE! I am going to start writing a story for FIVE NIGHT'S AT FREDDY'S! So that will be fun!

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