^^ I hope this is long enough for everybody.....and i'm really trying to knock together this plot, ya know, like one a those jigsaw puzzles where its all 'posed ta fitbut it don't? (tobey runs while she talks and muses)((I CAN'T SPELL CONCIOUS!!!!))(((I've put little things ta notice in the stories now, so if ya see one, I'll let ya have an idea ill put in tha story! ur lucky this time, they're ez to spot!)))

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disapearance

The paramedics rushed a half-concious Peter Parker into the E.R.. The lifeless body tried to tell them that he was awake and to not do any serious surgery, as he might feel it in full. He opened his mouth to state, 'I'm awake', but to no avail. He tried harder. Instead of what he wanted, a shrill, girlike shreik came out instead.

The doctors had just surrounded Peter to put him under life support. He screamed, as he got out his pain, it went to a moan. The female, brown-haired doctor looked at him sympethetically. He instantly thought of the woman at the clinic.

"Peter? Are you with us?"

"Dr. Columbia, Let's wait until he is completely responsive until we ask questions." A balding, senior doctor had said.

"yes sir...we should."

Much to Peter's relief, they did not do any surgery, as peter clearly was responsive. They wheeled his into a white, sterile hospital room. Aunt May was there, hounding every and any bit of information she could get on peter's condition.

"IS PETER OKAY?!"

He would have laughed at that, but his body hurt too much to do much of anything. The last thing he heard as he drifted off to sleep was an annoyed voice saying "yes..he's FINE."


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Mary Jane Watson stepped up to the front desk of the hospital.

"has Peter Parker checked in yet?"

The nurse on duty checked her most recent list.
"let's see...."she ran he finger down the list. "Linda Parker, May Parker, oh here..peter..204."

"thanks."

while they talked, a figure listened for a room number. he heard 204, and ran upstairs and slipped in the room unnoticed, and under peter's bed. At that moment, Mary Jane stepped in and sat down.

"Hey pete. can you hear me?" she sat her bag down by her chair. "i guess not...your're kinda sleepin...huh....?"

A familiar (to us) blonde, blue-eyed nurse walked into peter's room. she looked startled to see mary jane in the room, but she smiled anyway. Mj tried to smile back, but it was hard to smile to something that fake. the nuse walked over to peter and stuck a syringe in his arm. she injected every last bit in his body.

"what's that for?" Mj asked, kind of worried.

the nurse smiled again, and again, it was fake. "pain killer." she glanced at the at the table by the sink. "could you grab me a paper towel?"

she did so, but when she turned to give her the towel, the nurse was gone. Just then, Harry walked in.

"why am I always the last one to hear about these things....?"

"..'cause you were at work....?" she tried to joke, but harry was serious.

the figure under the bed frowned as peter's heart monitor slowed. Mj and harry figured that he had fallen in deeper sleep than normal(which scared Mj anyway). but as it slowed even more, a doctor came in. he checked peter, and everything seemed to be normal, so he left.

10:00 rolled around, and the doctors and nurses all went to the front desk, but Mj and Harry remained. then it happened. 10:30 struck. Mj's bag toppled over, and peter's heart monitor stopped. The doctors stormed in and did everything they could, while Mj howled in greif and harry looked on in horror. After an half an hour, the decided it was hopeless. They dragged peter's stretcher to the moruge.

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Mj sat in the corner of the room, fingering peter's coat gingerly, crying, with mascara running down her face. harry stared at her.

"she really does lo-"he looked in the corner of the room where her bag fell over. he whispered to himself, "what is that?"

He saw a shiny, reflective syringe by her bag, as if it had fell out. it had a label that had some medicine he couldn't pronounce, much less try to read. he came to a sudden, irrational reilizaton. *she killed peter.*

"Mj....you....you.....y-y-you......you KILLED PETER!" he saw red. "YOU KILLED HIM!!!"

"I what?!" she spotted the syringe. "the syringe the nurse used!"

"YOU USED!! *YOU!!*" he clenced his fist so hard, Mj thought she saw blood. "I'M CALLING THE POLICE!"

she was scared, no, more than scared. she ran, and practically mowed over two the mourge workers.

Harry ran out of the room after her. "SHE KILLED HIM! SHE POISONED HIM AND HE DIED!!!!!!!! GET HER!!"

the men turned tail and ran after her. hours later, a man slipped in the mourge, unnoticed.

he quietly opened the drawer that had obviously just been occupied, and shoved a needle once again in the figure's arm.

"sorry buddy, but I think you need this needle."

the figure flinched, and opened his eyes moments later.

"doc?" he blinked a few more times. "doc roz?"

the doctor smiled as the color returned to the boy's face. he brushed a lock of stray hair away. "let's get out of this mourge, huh?"

"peter gaped as he realized where he was. "MOURG-"

"shush!!"

"sorry.." he whispered.

"purty loud for a dead guy."

color once again drained from peter's face. "i'm.......Dead!?"

"to other people, yes." he thought. "come to think of it....I am too....." he shuddered.

peter's mind raced. "what about Aunt May!?"

"we'll leave a note. first we gotta help your girlfriend."mary jane?" peter asked, confused. "what for?"

"for your murder silly." the doctor chuckled a bit then stopped, seeing the seriousness of the matter.

"WHAT?" for the 15th time today, peter's face went white.

"shh. we need to get you suit." he smiled again.

"how the hel- I mean....." he laughed, nervously.

the doctor motioned towards the vent. "what do you think?"

Peter quickly followed the doctor through the vent.

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"thank you for coming down mrs. parker."

she niffled a bit. "yes..."

"we're sorry for your're loss."

they reached the mourge, and they all gasped.

"he's....gone!"

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so, did you REALLY think I would kill pete!? (tobey frowns: i thought you were.) did anybody find the obviously placed things to find things? if you say one in the review, you can always post a suggestion! you can post one anyway too, so.....uh.....review?

um.....im kinda gunna kill him in an alternate chapter...so uh....

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