hullo again. and the certain person that said I have bad grammer, screw u. HAHAHAHAHA!! gobby, beat him up!!!!!!!!! aahahahahahha well, right tobey? will?




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dead or alive


Jameson paced, waiting for peter's pictures.

"I need those PICTURES!!"

little did he know, peter was deathly ill.

"peter!!" aunt may still sat, shaking him, trying to shake him back into conciousness.

very weakly and barely audible, peter whispered, "aunt may?" and that was enough for her to leabe him and call an ambulance.

Peter crawled into a sitting position with his knees under his chin, and his heartbeat rocking him back and forth.

with her fingers trembling, she dialed 9-1-1, with the fear of being completely alone. thoughts of losing peter raced through her mind until the paramedic picked up.

"what's your emergency?"

her voice was full of worry, and peter couldn't stand it. "my nephew.." she started, "he's fallen down the stairs and he's very sick." she tried her best to keep her voice understandible over the phone.

"we've traced the call lady, we'll be there shortly."

"thank you, sir." he slammed the phone down, picked it back up and called mary jane.

"mary jane, peter's fallen down the stairs and he's very ill."

Peter sat, imagining what she could be saying. Does she care?
Or is she crying her eyes out, her apartment flooding with tears?Okay, that was a little outlandish, but hey, he shot webs.

"Aunt may? could I talk? he asked, rather weakly.
she gave in to his helplessness, and handed him the receiver.

"Hey, mj." to her, he was about to die on the spot. "how're you doing?"

"HOW'M I DOING?!" he had to pull the phone from his ear. she sighed. "I'll meet you at the hospital.

Click.

As he handed Aunt may the receiver, he felt something in his mind slip. then he blacked out.

"PETER!" As she heard the ambulances sirens, she prayed they would save the only son she'd known, the only one she had left. they reached the tiny apartment, and carried peter down the stairs. she followed, on their heels.

"is he going to be okay?"

"I doubt it."

but around the corner, a man in a white, bloodstained labcoatlooked at his last living patient.

"not if i can help it."

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i thank my biggest supporter! willow hanging, & i know she's gunna read this, cause she read both a my chapters! right tobey? will? OH COME ON STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEEEEE!! GOBBY CAPTURE THEM!!!! (i like the catfight idea!!) KILL THEM ALL GOBBY!! ALL MY ENIMIES!! spare tobey and will though....

BE THE GRIM REAPER! BE GOD! REVIEW!!^^