It was already close to 7:00 AM but it didn't make Beca any tired.

Beca felt pleased with herself at the moment. No blood was spilled. No pain was administered. She had taken a syringe and placed the point on her wrist. With lightning fast speed, Beca only made an imprint and was very fortunate not to have stabbed herself. She had placed the make-shift web-shooter on top of her wrist. She had also taken a strip of velcro to tie around.

The thing is I don't know how I got the knowledge of using the webbing this way. Beca had thought long and hard about that which made her get more perplexed as she continued working on it.

On the bottom of the shooter was a small chip similar to that of a homing device Beca made. It would signal when the webbing in her system was focused. The webbing would then be stored in a miniscule, pressurized container loaded to the entire device. On top of the shooter a small light had been made indicating that the webbing was ready for use, Beca was relieved to see that it was glowing red, meaning it was working.

Or so I think .. She thought.

Moments ago, she had left the hospital after a falling-out with her uncle. Just when she was making things right, her uncle had to go on with an incessant lecture. Eventually he needs to realize that I'm capable, that I'm stronger, that I'm better than he is! Beca felt sure of herself

Now, Beca was on top of an apartment complex, thanks to her wall-crawling abilities, Beca had made it up to the building with so much ease, the ability felt like second nature to her. Slowly, Beca walked over to the edge of the building, she looked across all the other buildings ahead. To her left, the sun had risen. It made Beca feel that much more secure in herself. She made herself to the corner of the building and looked down where all the cars and people moved by as if they were ants.

I really hope I don't wind up in the hospital for this .. The idea of falling down several stories was staggering and not to mention overwhelming. Beca concentrated on what she wanted to do instead of what she was feeling.

Please work, Please work. She repeated. Raising her right hand and pointing it at the building closest to her, Beca activated the web shooter with both her index finger and ring finger pressing her palm where a button serving as an electrode attached to the shooter, was placed.

Incredibly, a cable-like material was let out. It had attached to the other building instantly. The material had bonded with the corner of the building. Beca had the urge to jump with joy but as she held on, Beca tried to get her wits together as she prepared to jump.

"Screw it, Just jump!" She told herself.

Her feet left the edge of the building entirely and the brunette began to swing towards the center of the building. With her speed, she began to head right towards the windows

"Watch out!" She cried.

Using her left hand, Beca activated the second web-shooter and the white strand was sent out miraculously. She was led in the direction of the street. "Woohooooo!" She cried out in joy. She then let out another webline and swung. She repeated the process until she was used to it.

"Let's get creative!"

As she let go from her line, Beca had used amazing agility and reflexes to flip herself over like an acrobat and at the same time was able to launch another string of web connecting to the building with perfect accuracy.

"Yeah!" She cried.

Landing at the same building she was perched on moments ago, an exhilarated Beca breathe in and out. "Holy crap!" She gave out a weak chuckle.

"Well, this was a good start so far." She raised her eyebrows.

As she prepared to leave the roof, Beca stopped when something caught her eye.

Beca had found a recent newspaper page on the concrete floor. Picking it up, she saw that it was an ad for an MMA tournament event. Up and coming fighters expected to win $1,500 if they could last five minutes with a big time Mixed Martial Arts fighter named Benji. According to the flyer, the event was today at 8:00 PM. Anyone willing to fight only needed to show up with the flyer in hand.

"Now this looks to be right up my alley!" She said felicitously.

The money was just what she needed to start a new life. Beca began to get ready.

I need to make a suit! She realized.

In the late afternoon, a frustrated Tom closed his textbook in disgust. He still couldn't understand the subject. Something was still on his mind. Something he should have told Beca when the class was put in the cafeteria. Chloe Stacy. Tom could recall that one day he met her at the Inferno. They had both been discussing Beca.

"I guess Beca needs all the help she can get. But I think the main problem with Beca is a confidence problem. I planned on having her come with me here so that she can get out more. Experience life. I mean we all live to be a hundred if we're lucky but it seems Beca's trying to speed up the process."

"In my opinion .." Chloe began to say and her tone suggested she was in complete agreement. "I think what Beca needs is to wake up."

"Naivety and insecurity are keeping her asleep and awaaay from reality." Tom nodded.

"Which is why she needs a lesson. She needs to grow up, Tom. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Most definitely. But why—"

Chloe answered completely cutting Tom off. "Because I need your help Tom. There's this thing me and Bumper are planning. It would do good for you to participate."

"What are you talking about?" Tom asked.

"The upcoming dance has a special event."

"I'm aware of that." Tom had interrupted. His slow tone indicated that something was off about Chloe.

"What I mean—"

Tom cut her off again and tried to make the blonde see that he had understood. "No I mean I get it. Every school year, an unlucky person gets chosen to be made a fool of."

"And Beca's the one picked."

"What!" Turning to look at Chloe, Tom was outraged. "Are you kidding me? You and Bumper are the ones who made all this happen, huh? Beca's the lamb for the slaughter? You think that's right?"

Chloe turned serious. "Beca must not know, Tom. You help in keeping your mouth shut, I'll assure you that your duration at school will be a good one. You'll be treated like royalty for a change. You'll get all the perks. It's what you want, isn't it?"

Tom was hesitant. "Can't you just pick someone else?" He had pleaded.

"Sorry, but as stated, Beca's geek material no matter how well she hides it. But if you're so against it, I could tell Bumper that you look more suitable for the prank than Beca is. You like Beca so much, you'd rather take her place then?"

Tom didn't answer and looked deeply bothered.

"Ofcourse you don't. You help with this and you'll get the opportunities you've been wanting for so long." Chloe said affectionately.

Tom had agreed to what Chloe said and now he seemed to regret it. He sighed and closed his eyes. He felt so bad now. Beca's my best friend. But if I don't do this, Chloe and the others will make my high school years so miserable, I'll go crazy. The chance of being with Chloe was there and Tom had taken it.

At the time, he was desperate and wasn't thinking straight. Chloe Stacy had talked to him which in of itself was a miracle. But he felt like he was going to betray his best friend.

His cell phone rang, startling him. "Ahh!" He cried. Tom rolled his eyes and tried to pull himself together. He picked up his phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Tom it's Chloe."

"Oh .. uh what's up?" He managed to say.

"Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something. Me and a couple of friends are seeing this Mixed Martial Arts competition tonight downtown near Manhattan. You wanna hang out and talk about a matter that's on my mind."

Tom frowned. "Uh sure. I guess. But what do you want to talk about?"

"Beca."

Apparently there were some things that didn't change. Norman, still seething in fury with his phone conversation with Wilson Fisk felt completely off. He figured there was still someone out there that could be a threat to him. He wished Wilson wouldn't put up such extremes as how he was portrayed on the phone a few hours ago.

In his office, Norman was thinking over how to overcome his Fisk obstacle. He's forcing me to do something very difficult. He thought quickly. The idea of killing Wilson was appealing. However, the voice in his head whispered to him.

He has a point though. You have to eliminate Parker first! We can deal with Fisk later ..

Understanding, Norman smiled and with a deep whisper he spoke. "Right .. There's no telling what that girl knows. Whatever she knows about her parents is beyond crucial that no ordinary person should know. Wilson was right, I have to do this myself. It's time to put on the suit. It's time to come back!" He cackled and his eyes turned yellow once more.

"We all wear masks .. but the good one is always the one you do not get to wear." A man with a Russian accent declared. At the second floor, the man wearing a blue suit jacket and blue pants that matched, had been both contemplating and looking out the window and peered at the amateur fighters practicing in the arena below. Some of them wore colorful clothing including luchador masks. The man Dmitri Smerdyakov could not help but roll his eyes.

It was over a year since Dmitri arrived to the United States, although under unpleasant circumstances.

Pretending I'm American official is embarrassing. But I'm here now. That is all that matters. But I wish you were here, Sergei. Вы сделали все это случилось.

Thanks to his brother whom he was forever grateful, Dmitri was now put in charge of a Mixed Martial Arts organization. He had his associates put up flyers all over the city that detailed money promised for fighters trying out and that whoever won against a certain opponent would win $1,500 American dollars.

If they can last ..

The door to his office opened unexpectedly but nevertheless Dmitri kept his gaze at the arena below. The tactless man spoke regardless.

"Hello Uh .. M-Mr. Smer-Smerduh .. uhh .. kov. There we go." He struggled. "Here for a job is all. You got any openings?" He cleared his throat.

Finally Dmitri spoke. "Americans can be arrogant sadly there is no way around such attribute." He turned to inspect the man by the doorway. "As far as arrogance, there's disrespect and no manners."

The man by the doorway looked confused.

"You came in without knocking, you did not address my surname correctly and you are wearing tasteless attire."

The man looked annoyed and rolled his eyes. "Look man, it's early in the morning, can't you just—"

"Silence." He held up a hand. "The fact that you come here looking like a fool is insulting and shameful. But I have different matters to attend. Therefore, I'm going to extend to you my last ounce of goodwill and allow you to leave here unharmed."

A bouncer came from behind the unfortunate man and grabbed him by his shoulders. He proceeded to drag him out. "Hey man! This ain't right!" He shouted as he was led through the hallway.

"Appearances are very important. It shows how you present yourself." Dmitri grinned.

He tore his gaze away from the window and looked at a display case hung on his wall. It was a white mask completely blank-looking and yet it was ominous, just as he liked it.

"Which is why I'm a master of disguise." He whispered.

Stacie came back home by opening her window and going in her room as quietly as she could. As far as she knew, her parents were still asleep. She might as well get some rest too considering all the hours she spent awake at the hospital comforting Beca's uncle.

I do hope May will be alright though. She thought with worried.

As she prepared to hop in bed, the yelling started. It was heard from down below. Another argument again .. Stacie grimaced. The yelling was inaudible but she could tell she was not going to have a good day.

Better yet, I might as well not be here.

Stacie prepared to get out through the window again when her door burst open. Turning around, she saw that it was her dad in a wife beater looking completely livid. Her fearful mother with a bruise on her face was behind him.

"Here we go again .." A dejected Stacie wanted to say.

The construction of a suit was very challenging to Beca. Even more so then making web shooters that stabilized and harnessed the web material. But now she had to dress as if she was someone who was capable of doing extraordinary things. People should believe I'm amazing with this suit. She thought.

From the morning to early afternoon, Beca was hard at work. After hours of making blueprints and sketches as to how her costume should look like, She was at a point of giving up. She shook her head. Her designs looked rather ridiculous. "Screw it. I'll go in as a girl wearing red and blue."

Indeed she had no idea what to call her style. It was not her official suit, as Beca saw it but it was a start. In the end, she wore a red ski mask with glasses. A blue shirt underneath a red shirt while wearing red pants was a little too colorful and over the top.

Beca sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Not a lot of imagination there." But at least it makes me look inconspicuous. She shrugged.

She looked back at the book of sketches with a sentimental sense. "It's still a work in progress I guess." She muttered.

As she came down the stairs and prepared to exit the house, Beca stopped as she saw Aunt May's photo on the desk drawer by the door. Immediately, she felt guilt and embarrassment. Once again, worry washed over at the thought of her aunt never waking up from her coma. The devastation was impossible to endure.

Before she left, she put in a voice mail to her uncle when she didn't respond. "Hey Uncle Ben .. uh it's me. I just wanted to know if you heard anything from Aunt May." She then hung up.

With no time to waste, Beca went to the match as fast as she could.

Dmitri looked on from his above the arena as the crowd of spectators began to fill almost every seat. It reminded him of ancient Colosseums.

"Just like the Romans, spectacle is a way of alleviating the stresses of everyday routine." Dmitri said and took a sip of wine. At the moment, he relished the feel of hundreds of people being entertained. It was as if he had found a purpose.

The event was about to start and already the feeling of exhilaration swept within Dmitri. The profits he would gain for these kinds of fights would be a good start for him.

Just as he was enjoying himself, several knocks on the door were heard. "Come." He said.

The door immediately opened and in came his trusted aide, Henry, a promising and hard-working American who was one of the few Dmitri trusted the most. "Boss. You need to come take a look at this!" He said out of breath.

Frowning, he looked at Henry uneasy. To see him so distressed was nothing something he looked forward to. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know. Some guy. He's asking for you." He said.

"I'll be right there." He frowned. "Give me a second. Wait by door."

As Henry left, Dmitri knew something was up. Violence was about to ensue. Whoever the guy is, He must have been formidable and intimidating especially if he did make Henry uneasy. The only thing for Dmitri to do, was go to his glass case and opened it.

He put it on the white mask immediately and went out the door. "I'll go alone." He said to Henry as he stood by the wall to his room. "You take care of money transactions." Dmitri then left.

Backstage, Beca was in line full of other fighters who dressed up weirdly enough for even her. With the way these guys are dressed, I feel better about how I look now. She fought off the urge to scoff. Beca felt a little discouraged with the types of people she saw so far. It was as if they weren't taking the event seriously.

So should I? She thought.

Through the curtains, Beca could make out the crowd cheering and booing for whatever was going on. So far, Beca was impressed with the arena. She had heard it had been used in real life wrestling matches and sports events. It was quality that Beca appreciated.

As many amateurs met their demise at the hands of Benji, Beca felt a bit anxious. She saw one by one, each opponent being taken down and dismissed just as quickly by stretcher.

She was just four fighters away from coming face to face with Benji herself. Let's hope my abilities are enough for this guy! She thought.

As Beca was pumping herself up, She caught a glimpse of two familiar people in the stands ahead. Through the curtains, Beca with wide eyes saw Chloe and Tom along with some friends from school. Seriously! They're here? She wanted to say.

Ben continued to be in a daze as he sat in the hospital room waiting for any news on his wife. A nurse walked up to him from his left.

"Mr. Parker?"

Ben's head snapped to her and he stood up to face her properly. "Yes? hows my wife?"

"The news is all good Mr. Parker. It turns out she only had a stressed induced heart attack. She should wake in a couple of minutes."

"Oh thank God!" A relieved Ben cried.

"Yes, She's going to be fine."

"Can I see her?"

"Sure, follow me."

He was led to a hallway where the nurse opened the door to a room. As the nurse got in, Ben eagerly did as well. Aside from the beeping, Ben could tell May was sleeping normally by how she was breathing.

"We gave her some sedatives to help her be more relaxed. She should be comfortable." the nurse reassured him.

"Thank you, doctor. Although I do have to ask .. is the worst over?"

"It's difficult to say. We don't when another attack would strike."

Ben's eyes fell to the ground. " I see."

The nurse nodded. "I'll leave you alone with her. She should wake."

Ben went over to May's side and sat down next to her. Taking her hand, he spoke. "I almost lost you and I don't know what would happen to me if I did lose you."

May showed only slow breathing as a response. She began to stir. Ben could see to his joy that May was squeezing his hand back.