Once again, thank you for all of the great feedback and reviews. I've gotten such a great response from all of you -- this is by far the most amount of reviews I've ever gotten. I love reading them, glad you all are enjoying the ride. Thanks!

This is a continuation of part 8A, where everything gets finished and your questions get answered. This is the last main part...followed by an epilogue whenever I can get that written out also.

Disclaimers all are in part 1.

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"Oh, how romantic," a voice sneered in the darkness. "Should I be imitating a violin, here?"

"Peter?" MJ whispered into his ear, wondering what to do next. How were they going to get out of this mess? Peter looked around at where he thought he heard Harry's voice and saw the gun glint in the shadows. It didn't take much to obviously know that Harry had plans to use that on the two of them.

"MJ! Get down!" Peter yelled, pushing her to the floor. Mary Jane quickly followed his orders, but before Peter had a chance to protect himself, bullets came flying at him from the shadows. To Peter, who began ducking and moving around, it seemed as if they were coming from every direction. He ducked, swerved, moved to the left, to the right, hoping to avoid being shot. Then...

A bullet hit him in the right arm. Peter thought that he had moved out of the way and a bullet could only nick him at the worst, but instead a bullet lodged into his right biceps. Pain and fire began racing throughout his body. Peter screamed when the bullet hit him and fell to the ground.

The gunshots stopped after that and a disturbing silence filled the air.



"Peter?" MJ called out with a worrisome tone. She had heard the shot, Peter's scream, and then the sounds of complete silence. Worry filled her mind as dread filled her heart. "Peter?" MJ asked again. She started moving on her hands and knees in the shadows trying to get over to her boyfriend. "Pete!" she whispered, looking around for him in the darkness.



"MJ" a voice whispered to her left. Yes, that was Peter's voice.

"Peter?" Mary Jane whispered, her tone filled with hope. She reached out to feel for his outfit, and grabbed onto a bare hand. The hand grabbed her with such force that Mary Jane thought that her arm had been ripped out of the socket. No! This can't be Peter, MJ wildly thought when she felt herself being lifted off the floor. Harry pulled MJ up to her feet and wrapped his arm around her neck.

"See? I told you that he would come," Harry said, his hot breath running over her face. Mary Jane took a deep breath, trying to tell herself to not panic. Everything will be all right, Mary Jane said. Peter is still alive and we are *both* going to get out of here. What else could she tell herself in this situation?

"See? The good guys always fall for it," Harry explained as if it were a simple math equation. "They get the chance to save the damsel in distress and, once again, they become the big, beloved hero. I guess that Peter is really used to that." Harry took out another cartridge of bullets from his pocket and placed it back in the gun as he spoke.

"You don't know what you're talking about," Mary Jane hissed at him.

"And like you do?" Harry asked back. "So, where is that boyfriend of yours? Lying on the ground somewhere? Maybe I shot him right in the heart? Or the head...and his brains are lying all over the ground over there."

"Shut up!" Mary Jane said, refusing to believe that Peter was dead. Over at one of the windows a huge beacon of light passed through the window and then followed into the room next to them.

Harry "hmm"ed with interest as he watched the light pass through the rooms, as if he wondered what they were doing here at this time of night. "What? You didn't think that no one would hear your gun shots?" Mary Jane asked. Thank God, she thought. Maybe we can all get out of here alive.

"Actually, I hoped the police would show up. Spider-man's death would get more publicity that way." Harry said.

"You're sick," MJ said looking up at him.

"You're one to talk," Harry said.

"What does that mean?" Mary Jane asked, looking up at him. She glanced into his brown eyes -- his cold, emotionless eyes and shivered at the sight of them.

"C'mon, MJ," Harry said. "You chose-"

"Let her go, Harry," Peter's voice said, interrupting Mary Jane and Harry's strained conversation.

"Peter!" MJ cried out, a mixed tone of worry for him and happiness that he was okay.

The beams of light passed through the windows of the barren room again, lighting up the area around the three, mostly Peter's face. His eyes were cold and stone-like, a look that Mary Jane had rarely, if ever, seen before. There was blood on the right side of his face, and when Mary Jane took a closer look, she noticed that he was holding onto his right arm with his left hand. Blood was dripping down to the floor, but at least he was still standing.

"Well, well," Harry said. "I'll be dammed." He started to back up from Peter, dragging Mary Jane with him. "You know, I figured it all out pretty recently, in fact, it was at the apartment that night, but I just...well, I couldn't picture it. Peter Parker, high school nerd was really Spider-man, God...no wonder no one can figure out just who you are. Who would have guessed?"

"Let her go, Harry," Peter replied, clenching his jaw. Shots of pain ran up and down his arm, but he didn't want to show Harry how badly he was hurt. His left hand pressed against the gun shot wound trying to slow the bleeding.

"So, why did you do it, Peter? Why did you kill my father?" Harry asked, refusing to follow Peter's orders. "C'mon, Peter...that's all I want to know -- *why*?"

"I...I didn't kill your father," Peter said. How could he explain in a way that Harry would understand?

"No, that's where you are wrong, you *must* be," Harry said. "However, the only reason I could think of was that my father obviously knew who you were...so, you had to get rid of him."

"Don't you dare say that," Peter said. "Your father helped me get that apartment, Harry. He helped Aunt May and myself get through in life in those few months when we really needed someone." The lights ran across the building again, lighting up the room for an instant. Peter looked over at Mary Jane trying to read her expression on her face.

"I'm okay," she mouthed over to him slowly.

"So what's the plan, Harry?" Peter asked.

"Well, I really want to kill you," Harry said. "I don't care if you are Peter Parker, my best friend from high school, or Spider-man, the big hero of New York City. You are a murderer; you deserve to die."

"Then let Mary Jane go," Peter said, clenching his teeth together. All he could think of was the pain running through his veins and up and down his arm. He had to concentrate to form each syllable and not double over in pain. "Let her go and deal with me."

"But I was planning on getting back together with her after I killed you," Harry said, tightening his grip around her neck.

"Dream on, scum-bag," MJ said up to him. She tried to step out of Harry's grasp, but he held onto her neck too tightly.

"Harry..." Peter started, in a demanding, yet warning tone.

Harry grinned at Peter, a grin so evil that it made Peter shiver. I never knew that there was so much evil inside of him, he thought for a second. "All right." He released Mary Jane and pushed her -- hard. Mary Jane went flying across the room, colliding into the wall on the other side of the room.

"MJ!" Peter cried out, taking a step towards her when he saw that she wasn't making a move to get back up on her feet.

"Not so fast, Pete," Harry said, tightening the grip on his gun. "I said that I would let her go for now...not you. No...I really want to have some fun with you first." Harry ran up to Peter and punched him in the face. Peter quickly regained his strength from that, raised his left hand, and punched Harry with his left fist. He and Harry traded blow for a few seconds, neither of the two winning.

Peter raised his left hand and a string of webbing flew out at Harry. Harry tired to duck, but the webbing grabbed onto his jacket. When Peter pulled, it dragged Harry down to the floor. The webbing ended and Peter took a few steps back trying to stay away from Harry while he regained his strength. He looked down at his arm and grimaced at the sight of all the blood. Peter couldn't feel his right arm, much less use it to help him defend himself, so he had to rely heavily on his left hand.

Peter and Harry circled each other, completing a half turn and changing places. Now Peter stood backed up to the window and Harry facing him. The lights circled around that side of the building once again and Harry stood completely still. Then, after the lights had dimmed, but before Peter had a chance to let his eyes readjust to the light, Harry walked up to Peter and punched him in the jaw. Peter fell back onto the floor and landed first on his injured right arm. He forced back a moan of pain before he looked up at Harry.

"This is where you get off, Spidey," Harry said, aiming the gun down at Peter's face.

Peter looked past Harry and saw a shadow creep up behind him. Mary Jane... he thought with happiness swelling in his chest. MJ leaped up onto Harry's back, screaming at Peter for him to grab the gun.

In Harry's right hand, the gun glinted in the moonlight. Using his left hand, Peter shot out a web up towards the ceiling. He raised himself about eight feet off the floor, easily escaping Harry. Harry raised his hand and pushed Mary Jane off of him, looking around for Peter. Harry didn't see Peter raise himself in the air since it was so dark in the room. Mary Jane had succeeded in distracting him, and by the time that Harry finally noticed, it was too late. Peter swung out from the darkness and raised his feet, hitting Harry and pushing him backwards. Harry collided into the window, shattering the glass and tumbling out the window of the eleventh story of the building.

Peter lowered himself to the floor and walked over to the windowsill. He looked down at the ground where almost ten police cars were parked around the building. Policemen were gathering around Harry's body as the paramedics quickly approached him with a stretcher in the middle of them.

Instantly he was brought back to the night where he had faced the robber who murdered his uncle. Deja vu, Peter thought slowly. It didn't matter now. Just like that night...that night that seemed so long ago, he felt no remorse for what happened to Harry. The only thing he felt was shame for what had happened to his friend, and the question that would haunt him forever: was there anything he could have done to save his friend?

"It's over," Peter whispered to himself, releasing a sigh of relief that everything was finished. He turned back around and ran over to Mary Jane who was sitting on the floor. "MJ," he whispered.

"Hmm?" She brushed her fingers against the side of her forehead, softly groaning when she felt a warm liquid running down the side of her face. "Peter?" she softly asked.

"Yeah, it's me," he said. "I...I killed him."

Mary Jane opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Harry?" Peter nodded. She started to rise to her feet, wincing when she felt a pang rush from her back to her side. That will be a bruise tomorrow, she thought. "You did what you had to do," she told him.

"I should have done something else," he said regretfully.

Mary Jane leaned on Peter for support until she noticed the bruises on his face and remembered about his arm getting shot. "C'mon, we need to get home," she said, letting him lean on her now. "We should get you changed and then get to a hospital."

And slowly, the couple started walking out of the building.



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OK...yeah, action was slightly lacking.

Anyway, stay tuned for the epilogue...I think that'll be out as soon as possible. School has really got me working pretty hard right now. Don't worry...just 12 days left!