Chapter 6 Death in the family and moving on
As a desperate conviction grows in his mind, he thrashes breaking through the front of the crowd and looking down at the ground where eight Paramedics are bent over three separate bodies, working on them.
He pales as he realizes who it was on the ground in pool of blood and recognizing the two female bodies' right next to the first.
"Oh no…Uncle Ben!"
He lunges forward, police officers stop him, pulling him back, "Hang on son, hang on!"
Peter continues to struggle against them as he shouts, "My Uncle! That is my uncle!" Both officers let him go as he knelt down next to his bleeding uncle.
"That's not going to help him, let the paramedics do their work!" The second officer said placing a hand on his shoulder.
He did not look at them as he shook his head in disbelief, "What happened!"
"Carjacker, he was armed and got shot in the chest."
"Oh dear Lord, NO!" He eyes were teary, two tears streamed down his cheeks. He looked at the two bodies next to his uncle's, 'No not the Watsons'; he knew that Mary Jane was not going to happy about this.
MJ finally caught up as she pushed her way through the crowd; once again, the police halted her from progressing as she got to the opening, "Peter, why did you leave behind? Not was not cool you now? Peter?"
The other teen looked at her, "Why are you…oh my…"
She paled once she looked at the man lying on the ground; she swallowed hard, "Peter…I'm so sorry…"
"I'm sorrier, for your loss…MJ…"
"What are you...?" She looked at the same direction as Peter looking across from where his uncle laid her eyes went microscopic, "MOM! AUNT ANNA!"
She pushed against the officer holding her back, "Stay back, stay back!"
"That my mother and aunt!"
She pushed harder almost causing the officer to lose her balance. The paramedics already put her aunt in the ambulance they already cover her from head to toe; however, her mother was still being worked on. Frantic, Mary Jane looked at the Paramedics. They are not giving CPR, no mouth to mouth; in fact, they are packing up their equipment.
"You're not doing anything! Why aren't you doing anything! What's the matter with you! Is she okay? Is she going to be okay? Why are you stopping!
The Paramedics look at each other, then at the red head, "She passed away, ma'am."
"Passed…away" Her throat started to tighten, tears began to form in her eyes. She opened her mouth to deny that her mother was dead, but no sound came out.
"I'm sorry…"
MJ backed away in horror, unable to process or believe what her eyes saw. Behind her, Peter comes up placing his hands on her shoulders. She turned around to face him with tears streaming from her eyes; Peter looked at her with sympathy embracing the redhead tightly. She returned it burying her face into his chest sobbing uncontrollably, Peter let his tears run freely as he held his companion.
MJ cried muffled repeatedly; "Just hold me Peter, hold me…"
Peter obeyed as he brought the girl closer to his body; a third cop came hurrying to the other two, "Hey, this just came over the radio! Patrol cars spotted the Lincoln vehicle running a red light on Ninth Avenue!"
"They got the guy!"
"Not yet! He cracked up the car at the waterfront; he has holed up inside an abandoned factory at the river!"
Peter now listens intently at the where about of his uncle's killer; his face was hard as stone.
"Which river?"
A dark alley
An exaggerated shadow falls on the brick wall of an alley. A man and a woman tear off clothes, violently. The shadows grow rapidly bigger as both man and woman start running; suddenly the shadows leaps high into the air, landing on the side of the building right in front of the fire escape.
The Amazing Spiderman and The Fantastic Spiderwoman begin to climb straight up the side of the building. Peter and Mary Jane may have been in the Spiderman and Spiderwoman wrestling outfit when he climbed into the ring, but now this was personal. They climbed, rising higher and higher until they burst out over the roof's edge.
Both costumed teens scanned the horizon. Off to the West, Spiderwoman sees a cluster of police lights at the edge of the Hudson River. She touches Spiderman's shoulder pointing to the amount of lights coming to the West.
Spiderman's right arm rises, almost instinctively, palm up.
'THWIP!'
A silver strand of web fluid shoots out across the street. Spider-Man wraps his hands around it and leaps. The other masked hero leaps with him, swinging out over the city, held aloft by the tensile strength of the web alone. They plummet down, in a graceful, terrifying arc as the ground races up toward towards, both spiders' left hand rises, THWIP!
Another web strand rockets out into the night, the web-slingers shifts their weight to the second strand, abandoning the first, pulling them back up in a graceful arc that rises toward a glass-front building right in front of them.
The glass-front building races up at them, impossibly fast, however instead of crashing through it, they land on it, sticking to it as the male spider takes the lead. They pivot, looking for another tall building. Spotting one, the costumed teenagers shoot out a web, leaping from the building, swinging off into space again.
'So this is what it's like to be gifted with these powers.' Peter thought
Down on the street below them, a child, holding his mother's hand, has seen the whole thing. He drops his ice cream cone, it SPLATS on the pavement at his feet. The child tugs their mother's skirt, "MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY, look two strange peoples flying through the air!"
"That nice Billy."
Abandoned Factory
At the Hudson River, a ring of police cars surrounds an abandoned factory. Uncle Ben's Lincoln is crashed into a dumpster in front of the warehouse, with the driver's door hanging open. Radios chatter, police officers cluster around the barricades, planning how to go in to take down the killer and deciding who has to do it. Behind and above them, two dark figures swing through the night, right past them, unseen.
Both Spiderman and Spiderwoman land silently. Their movements are flawless, graceful, as if they perfected their movements in the last five minutes. They crawl sideways like a crab, but ten times as fast. Both slither down through a blown-out window near the roofline.
The Carjacker cowers, muttering to himself, obsessively checking his weapon to make sure it's loaded, he's terrified at this point with cops surrounding the building. Red police lights reflect off him, bouncing around the empty factory as they strobe through the dirty, leaded windows, revealing only his outline.
Behind him, Spiderman and Spiderwoman descend slowly, upside-down, from a web strand. They rotate, landing softly on their feet, looming behind the carjacker.
The carjacker senses something and whirls around, "Who's there!" blasting a shot at both spiders.
Sensing it, Spidey and his companion leapt onto the nearest wall. The Carjacker, whom Spiderman sees only as a red silhouette, starts blasting at him, one shot after another, as Spidey leaps from wall to ceiling to wall to floor to behind barrels, just inches ahead of the bullets.
Suddenly another shadow zips passing the carjacker, now he is scared as he turns around looking frantically, he takes out another gun and starts to shoot the female spider. Like Spiderman, Spiderwoman leaps from wall to ceiling to wall to behind the crates and barrels avoiding the bullets by mere centimeters.
Outside of the factory, the cops hear the shots, and now press forward. With weapons drawn, rifles steadied at the aimed building. They see three figures moving inside the factory.
One of them was completely baffled, "What the hell? Wasn't there suppose to be one carjacker?"
Spiderman does one particularly acrobatic leap and lands on top of the carjacker's arm, kicking the gun free. It skitters across the cement floor as Spidey flips the man over to a pile of broken crates, "That's for the man you killed earlier!"
The man groggily stands up as he points his second gun to Spiderman, he doesn't move but his female companion does, Spiderwoman taps the shoulder of the carjacker. He quickly turns his head to be greeted with a punch that sends him flying into one of the unbroken windows, which shatters. Spider-Man leaps into the window frame, grabs the Carjacker, pulling him to his feet.
"Please don't hurt me! Just give me a chance, man, give me a chance!" he pleaded
"What about our relatives, did you give my uncle or the Watsons a chance hmmm? Did you give them a chance? DID YOU!" The carjacker stammered as Peter said more forcefully, "ANSWER ME!"
One by one, the spotlights from outside swung around to frame the pair of combatants in the window. Suddenly, the Carjacker's face is revealed, brightly lit. A police helicopter is overhead; the prop wash blows the Carjacker's hair around wildly.
'His platinum blonde hair...' Both spiders' eyes open wide in horror as they recognize the carjacker. The same thief who stole the money at the arena, the one Peter and Mary Jane stepped aside for, to get even with the fight promoter.
Yes it was him the same person whom Peter and Mary Jane left to escape now comes back to haunt them. Spider-Man trembles in horror as he realizes the ghastly truth: He failed to stop the very man who murdered his uncle.
Images flood back at him, fast:
The Cop, yelling at them: "Stop that guy!"
The Thief was standing in the elevator, looking at them evilly as the doors close on his escape, "Thanks"
The image of Uncle Ben's body with MJ mother Madeline and her Aunt Anna flashed, through his mind, as the three of them laid in the street with the sound of gunshot being heard in the background.
"No! No, not YOU!" Peter lets him go taking a step back to where his companion is the thief also takes a step putting his hands in the air for defense.
"Stay back! I'm warning you psychos!"
Mary Jane put both her hands to her head while she fell to her knees screaming in frustration then pounding the floor making cracks "You're the guy! We…could have stopped you at the fight area office…saved our relatives…!"
The thief takes a few more steps before tripping over a pipe falling through the window towards certain death. Spider-Man trembles as he watches him fall, Spider-Woman rushes towards the window watching the thief falling towards death.
She looks frantically at the thief and at Peter who now hesitates to do anything now.
"PETER DO SOMETHING!"
Peter looks at the Mary Jane and at the thief.
The thief screams in terror as he plummets toward the ground rapidly, towards certain death. Spider-Man trembles watching him fall but finally make his decision-
"It's not going to end like this!"
He shoots out a web, which catches the Thief by the ankle, just above the ground, saving his life. With a roar of effort, Spider-Man swings the web, hard sending the Thief flying across the parking lot and crashing into the windshield of a police car. From the inside of the police car, the thief writhes in pain, but alive trapped as a giant fly caught in the spider-web.
The cops unleashed a hail of gunfire as Spider-man and Spider-woman leap up into the air, onto the factory wall crawling all the way up the roof, seven stories above the gunfire.
Spider-Man falls to his knees on the roof of the factory in the whipping wind of the helicopter, arms thrown up in anguish as he faces the dramatic skyline of the unforgiving city.
"NOOOOO!"
Spider-woman was already across the roof ready to leap into the night but held back as she turned to face her companion on the floor on his knees in agony. She calls out to him but Spider-Man completely ignores her cries of his name.
Another image comes to him, only this one came billowing right out of the black-bottomed clouds above him, he sees a gigantic image of Uncle Ben's face smiling down on him: "Always remember, Peter."
Lightning flashes in the sky outlining Uncle Ben's face turning it into a skeleton's head for a split-second before wiping it out completely. As Spider-Man dissolves into screams of anguish, Uncle Ben's voice over powers the booming sounds of the coming summer storm thunder, "With great power..."
"OH GOD, PLEASE NO, I'M SORRY, UNCLE BEN, FORGIVE ME!"
"...Great responsibilities...remember that Peter…remember that…" Lightning flashes again, as gunfire echoes in the distance, sounding like the dull cannon booms of funeral. This time Spider-woman in all her frustration slaps Spider-man across the face snapping him at of his pain.
"SNAP OUT OF IT PARKER BEFORE I RIP YOUR HEAD OFF YOUR SHOULDERS!"
There was no point in hanging around the factory anymore, so with new fire coursing through him both web slingers swing off into the busy night with gunfire echoing in the distant.
Empire State Building Peter's POV (Also time skipping)
"These are the years that a man becomes the man that he is going to be for the rest of his life. Just be careful in whom you change into, you're feelings for this great power in becoming a man…and with this power comes great responsibility…"
These words always echoed in my mind ever since Uncle Ben told me this for the very first time when I was 16. It never left me ever since the incident with the thief tonight…
MJ was in a fetal position next to a gargoyle crying her heart out; I did not know what to do at this point now, so I decided that the least I can do is comfort her until she calms down. I walked right up kneeling next to her pulling the girl next door into a warm embrace, she held on to me tightly as she sobs into my chest.
It was not until one in the morning that we made it home, as I opened the door to my house, I saw Aunt May in her nightgown sitting alone in the dark in the living room. She looked at me with tears threatening to fall as the blue glow from the television radiate off her. I knew that she heard about the incident with the thief.
The moment was super emotionally, too much to bear that her old fragile form actually jumped up from the rocking chair that she pulled Mary Jane and me into tight hug. I held the both of them as they began to weep.
The day of Uncle Ben's and the Watson family funeral was very depression Saturday and to make matters worse it was pouring hard. The rain itself did not light up the mood that I was in nor did it help Mary Jane. When we got to New York City Marble Cemetery, it was filled with monuments and tombstones it was gray and dull with moss growing on the edges of the tombstones, I thought I was going to be sick as a disturbing image flashed through my mind. During the burial MJ clung on to me, as she felt weak to the knees, tears streamed down her cheeks as she saw the two caskets of her aunt and mother being buried right next to my uncle's grave.
Later during the night, I returned to the Empire State building…alone…
"Uncle Ben…"
Nothing can fill the void after he died those wounds never really healed. The beautiful redhead Mary Jane Watson, the girl next door was living with Aunt May and I after Aunt May filed a lawsuit for adoption for MJ since her sister Gayle Watson-Byrnes lived in California with her family. However, things were looking for the turn for the worst when Mary Jane's father Philip Watson came knocking at our door just three days after the burial looking to gain custody of his youngest daughter.
Mary Jane refused to leave with and told him that she rather live with Aunt May than him but I knew that there was more to that than meets the eye, apparently this man refused to take no for an answer, he grabbed MJ by the wrist forcing her to go with him. MJ forgetting her strength actually punched her father out the door as he landed 10 feet away from the house, I smiled; her father would not give in. He threatened to file a lawsuit as well to take custody of his daughter; the debate whether or not Mary Jane gets to stay went on three months and still going even as I speak.
It wasn't until Thursday, that the judge declared that the red head be living with us since we were affected more about the death of our family members than Mr. Watson. Let us just say he was not so pleased with the judge's verdict…actually attacked the judge getting himself arrested in the process.
The bank took custody of the Watson's house after Mary Jane moved her personal belongings to ours as well selling her relatives clothing to charity. Mary Jane was having trouble sleeping in her new room after I moved to the guest room; I slept with her a couple of times when my 7th sense started to tingle and then there were times when she asked me herself if I can sleep with her just to keep her company.
We later learned after receiving a phone call in the month of May that the Byrnes family was moving from California to New York City to come and give Mary Jane support and that they were thinking of living right next door to us though they are moving sometime in the winter somewhere in February after htey bought the house
Mary Jane was never the same cheery girl that I once was known before during the last months in high school, her recovery was slow, and I realized losing both the people close to her traumatized her so I knew that I had to be there when she needed it. After losing both her relatives and me losing my uncle, we became closer than ever before. Harry and Gwen stuck with us after they died, with that said my best friend father Norman Osborn was nice enough to let me bunk with his son in one of the apartments that he owned after we graduated from high school since we moved into the city.
Life is strange sometimes…No matter how much you want to hold on to a moment…no one can stop time from moving on…
Back to normal POV
Peter now dressed in his tight spider costume stands up at the edge of the Empire state building scanning the horizon of New York City. He runs to the tip of the gargoyles that is looking at the city dives off the platform. He stretches out his palm and out comes a web in which he shifts his weight on pulling himself on it as he swings into the night of the city.
Oscorp
We see lights and computer monitors visualizing Spider man as he swings through the city, we then turn our attention to figures looking at him with great interest but it soon cut short as we see a group of scientist surrounding a man in a business suit as he starts to speak.
"General Slocan has given Oscorp a week to prove that we can develop a working serum for the new super solider project. We must work effortlessly to make the serum work if not we could lose the contract with Quest labs. Given the fact on how much we invested in this research."
The man also known as, Norman Osborn looked at each one of his employees especially Octavius and Connors since they were the top scientist in research department, "Losing the contract could bankrupt Oscorp, I can only assume that Spiderman can relate to our problem someway."
One of the scientists spoke up nervously, "Um…yes…well…Mr. Osborn as the video showed, Spiderman possess all the attributes, the project hopes to create…" He pauses for moment
"Well don't keep me in suspense tell what's on your mind?"
He nods as he continues walking up to the screen where there is a DNA structure on it, "My fellow colleague's hypothesized that he has spider DNA system and we feel certain that a sample of his blood would enable us to complete our serum."
Norman crosses his arms putting a hand to his chin looking at this man with great interest as he continues to listen.
"We can modify the hunter killers to track this DNA signature and capture Spiderman!"
"Do it and I want no mistakes when try to capture him is that understood?"
"Yes sir!"
"Good now get to work!"
Meanwhile with a robbery
Two armed robbers hold a deli clerk and his wife hostage as the old couple tries to put the money in the bag as quick as they can.
"Hurry up!"
One of them even steals a muffin as he smiles walking out the door. Suddenly we see Spiderman and Spiderwoman swing into action as they soar through the sky and into the scene that is displayed before them.
Spiderwoman takes out the first thug out with a flying kick; the thug partner stands in complete awe as he views Spiderwoman form. He was completely unaware of the second spider as he webs his face launching him up into the air webbing him upside down to the lamppost.
Both the clerk and his wife stare in disbelief as they saw two spider people deliver their money back to them before taking off in the air once again.
Now a word from the people from the Big Apple city
One who had an Indian accent man was being interviewed by News 7 said the following, "This is not man or a woman. My brother saw them making a nest in the Lincoln Center Fountain. Maybe they will be making babies."
We move from them and reporters start to interview eyewitness that seen them swing by the park, "I think that they are man and a woman, I think that their human but who know they could be aliens from outer space for all we care."
"These two are heroes they protect us you know. They protect the people."
One cop who was being interviewed said, "Ah, some kind freaky-loo or something, wack-a-do, I mean leave the real police work to the professionals…"
"They stink I don't like them!"
With another robbery
"Don't move lady or I'll shoot you!" The thug said as he pinned down the helpless victim on the floor. As he took the purse away from the woman, a web suddenly appeared from nowhere pulling away his gun.
"What the hell?"
He looks up to find Spiderman swinging his way grabbing him by the back of collar of his shirt and screams as he is being pulled away. A second figure a woman comes by swing back to the victim dropping her purse in front of her feet before disappearing into the night.
Now back with the people of NYC
"Two Guys fighting with eight hands…sounds hot…"
On woman at the docks responded, "They got those tights and that tight little-"
In front of a jewelry store
The NYPD patrol cars are arriving on scene, when the four cops get the cars they look up near a lamppost to see a giant spider web trapping two thugs a male and a female.
"Hey Captain Stacey get a load of this!" One of the cops said in disbelief
Captain George Stacey was mid aged man around his 50's; he had white hair and blues eyes that look like the sky during the day. He huffed in annoyance as he scanned the area; a little piece of paper was left behind that caught his attention.
He picked it up reading, 'Complements from your friendly neighborhood Spiderman and Spiderwoman.'
"Damn kids! Who do they think they are trying to do a man's job?" He shouted in a loud voice, "I want this area secure, no one is to leave and until we have more evidence about our masked vigilantes, do I make myself clear?"
"YES SIR!"
Daily Bugle
The front page of a tabloid newspaper, the Daily Bugle, carries three bold words in enormous typeface: 'WHO IS SPIDER-MAN AND SPIDER-WOMAN?'
The paper lowers with a noisy crumple, revealing the face of J. Jonah Jameson, owner of the last flattop haircut in America. Jameson talks even faster than he walks: at a machine-gun paced.
"Yeah, who the hell are these two? They're criminals that who they are! Public menaces! Vigilantes! What are they doing on my front page of my newspaper?
He sits in his office with a cigar in mouth across the chaotic newsroom, with Robbie Robertson, his city editor in front of his desk. A buzz is then heard from his desk and then Betty his secretary speaks through, "Mr. Jameson, your wife is on line one…"
He picks up the phone putting down once again.
"And why don't we have a picture! Damn it, Robbie, I go to Palm Beach for two days and-"
"We sold out all four printings, Jonah." He said calmly
"Sold out?"
"Every copy..."
"Spider-Man and his girlfriend, page one, tomorrow morning, with a picture this time! Move Conway's to page seven…"
"There a problem with page seven…"
"Then page eight."
"The problem is that Eddie can't get a decent shot at the guy and he been at for weeks!"
"Aw, what are they shy? If we can get a shot of Julia Roberts in a thong-surely we can get a picture of these weirdoes."
He then gets up from his seat revealing his true height facing the window with his hands picturing tomorrow's headlines, "Put an AD on the front Page; 'Cash money for the picture of Spiderman and his girlfriend!'"
He then turns to Robbie, "If they don't want to be famous then I'll make them infamous!"
"You're the boss."
LXD: Still reediting and combining chapters I hope…I thought of combing all the chapters that were less than 2000 words into the chapter that had more so I hope this is the last edit that I do.