Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, never will be. None of the products or real places I name
are not mine either.
Author: Bayleigh Colby Ford
Rating:PG-13, For some minor cursing
Summary: When you love someone, what lengths are you willing to go make it work ?
A Mary Jane/Peter Parker story, with a hint of action and a sprinkle of drama.
Please read and review.
Ta-Ta........There is "Toxic". I know my A/N said Monday, but I got
it done quicker then I thought I would. "Chapter 7 :Truth and Lies"
upload date still stands. I worked superhard on this so please review and let know if
you like it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 6--- "Toxic"
~~~~~Peter Parker POV~~~~
Same Day, Later that Night
Something was wrong. Peter Parker, or Spiderman, could feel it in his bones
as he patroled the city.
There was less crime. That was a good thing, he knew, but he got the feeling wasn't
because all the criminals in city decided that crime doesn't pay.
Something big was going to happen, the problem was nobody was talking.
He needed help.
Swinging through the city, he didn't know who to ask. He couldn't tell the cops.
All he had was a feeling, no evidence, person or even a idea of what was to
come.
Landing on the sidewalk, he decided to scout the streets. There had to be someone who
know something, anything.
Bingo.
About 6 feet away, a man was attempting to rob a women's purse. This was the first
crime he had see in hours, so maybe he know what was going to go down.
"Hey, you. Don't you people ever learn ?."
Before the thief could realize, he sent a web to the lady's purse, and wrapped
him in to one against a dumpster.
"Thank you, Spiderman"
"Your welcome. Now get out of here."
With that she was gone, and he was left with his thief.
A young one, who couldn't have older then 18. He was wearing dirty jeans and a long
black trenchcoat, his face and shocking pink hair covered with city grime.
"Please don't call the cops. I don't want to got to jail."
"Now, that all depends."
"On what ?." His voice was shaking. He realized he was looking at a scared, most likely,
runaway.
"What you know ?."
"About what ?."
"I get the feeling something big is going down, soon. Something that will hurt
alot of people. I think you or something you know knows something. I suggest you
tell, unless jail is the kinda place you like."
"No, no....I don't...I'm pretty new here...I don't know..but I know someone who may."
"Who ?."
"A homeless guy who has a bench in the park. Goes by the name of Stinky Sal. He could
be there.......unless he hasn't cleared out too"
"Too ?."
"Alot of people are leaving. They think something is going to happen"
"And Skinky Sal knows ?."
"He knows everything else.......can I go now ?... I promise I won't do it again"
"Fine, but there's shelter on 68th and 3rd Ave. Go get cleaned up"
"Thank you"
He let him go, and then went to Central Park.
When he go there, it took him 15 to minutes to find Sal, and when he did, he saw how the
guy got the nickname. He really stunk.
"Sal, come on buddy, wake up," he said as he poked him with a stick. After 10 minutes of
prodding and a quick trip to a all night deli to get him coffee, he finally got Sal
awake.
And Talking.
"Yeah", he said with a heavy Brooklyn accent, "I know alot. Been livin' in this city
for the last 35 years. Know everything that goes on in city"
"Ok, if you so much, why as crime down so fast ?."
"They're leavin' "
"Why ?"
"Some rich guy gave alot of money to John."
"John ?."
"He's underground, weapons and what not. Think he's some kinda genius or somethin'.
He's gone too. Took all the money, went off to Aruba, or fancy island like that"
"What did he sell ?"
A shrug. "I don't know. You got talk to someone else for that. All I know some
rich guy paid John alot of money for somethin' bad. I saw a cooler. Black"
"How do you know ?"
"I saw. I know this park like the back of my hand. I be invisible when I need to.
I saw his leave. With the Black cooler."
"Do you know what he looked like ?."
"No, He had a cellphone and someone called. Didn't even see me. Like I said, I
was invisible, Spidey. He said his name"
Peter felt both bubbles of excitement and terror in his stomach. If he had black cooler,
there could be some sort of poison ?
Something Toxic ?
Something do alot of harm ?.
The possiblities were endless.
"What was it ?."
"Huh ?."
"The name, Sal, I need the name."
"Oh. I think......It was something fancy sounding...La....da...Dafoe, Spidey.
It was Dafoe"
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So, what do you all think ???
Authors Note: Since I haven't been really focusing on the plot, I decided to use this
whole chapter to do it, meaning no Mary Jane, but don't worry, the next of will be full
of them. Also, this chapter may seem short, but I will make up for it in the next chapter.
Interesting twist, right ? I though it might be.
Please read and review. Feedback always gets my juices flowing.
Coming up "Chapter 7:Truth and Lies"
are not mine either.
Author: Bayleigh Colby Ford
Rating:PG-13, For some minor cursing
Summary: When you love someone, what lengths are you willing to go make it work ?
A Mary Jane/Peter Parker story, with a hint of action and a sprinkle of drama.
Please read and review.
Ta-Ta........There is "Toxic". I know my A/N said Monday, but I got
it done quicker then I thought I would. "Chapter 7 :Truth and Lies"
upload date still stands. I worked superhard on this so please review and let know if
you like it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*****************************************************************
Chapter 6--- "Toxic"
~~~~~Peter Parker POV~~~~
Same Day, Later that Night
Something was wrong. Peter Parker, or Spiderman, could feel it in his bones
as he patroled the city.
There was less crime. That was a good thing, he knew, but he got the feeling wasn't
because all the criminals in city decided that crime doesn't pay.
Something big was going to happen, the problem was nobody was talking.
He needed help.
Swinging through the city, he didn't know who to ask. He couldn't tell the cops.
All he had was a feeling, no evidence, person or even a idea of what was to
come.
Landing on the sidewalk, he decided to scout the streets. There had to be someone who
know something, anything.
Bingo.
About 6 feet away, a man was attempting to rob a women's purse. This was the first
crime he had see in hours, so maybe he know what was going to go down.
"Hey, you. Don't you people ever learn ?."
Before the thief could realize, he sent a web to the lady's purse, and wrapped
him in to one against a dumpster.
"Thank you, Spiderman"
"Your welcome. Now get out of here."
With that she was gone, and he was left with his thief.
A young one, who couldn't have older then 18. He was wearing dirty jeans and a long
black trenchcoat, his face and shocking pink hair covered with city grime.
"Please don't call the cops. I don't want to got to jail."
"Now, that all depends."
"On what ?." His voice was shaking. He realized he was looking at a scared, most likely,
runaway.
"What you know ?."
"About what ?."
"I get the feeling something big is going down, soon. Something that will hurt
alot of people. I think you or something you know knows something. I suggest you
tell, unless jail is the kinda place you like."
"No, no....I don't...I'm pretty new here...I don't know..but I know someone who may."
"Who ?."
"A homeless guy who has a bench in the park. Goes by the name of Stinky Sal. He could
be there.......unless he hasn't cleared out too"
"Too ?."
"Alot of people are leaving. They think something is going to happen"
"And Skinky Sal knows ?."
"He knows everything else.......can I go now ?... I promise I won't do it again"
"Fine, but there's shelter on 68th and 3rd Ave. Go get cleaned up"
"Thank you"
He let him go, and then went to Central Park.
When he go there, it took him 15 to minutes to find Sal, and when he did, he saw how the
guy got the nickname. He really stunk.
"Sal, come on buddy, wake up," he said as he poked him with a stick. After 10 minutes of
prodding and a quick trip to a all night deli to get him coffee, he finally got Sal
awake.
And Talking.
"Yeah", he said with a heavy Brooklyn accent, "I know alot. Been livin' in this city
for the last 35 years. Know everything that goes on in city"
"Ok, if you so much, why as crime down so fast ?."
"They're leavin' "
"Why ?"
"Some rich guy gave alot of money to John."
"John ?."
"He's underground, weapons and what not. Think he's some kinda genius or somethin'.
He's gone too. Took all the money, went off to Aruba, or fancy island like that"
"What did he sell ?"
A shrug. "I don't know. You got talk to someone else for that. All I know some
rich guy paid John alot of money for somethin' bad. I saw a cooler. Black"
"How do you know ?"
"I saw. I know this park like the back of my hand. I be invisible when I need to.
I saw his leave. With the Black cooler."
"Do you know what he looked like ?."
"No, He had a cellphone and someone called. Didn't even see me. Like I said, I
was invisible, Spidey. He said his name"
Peter felt both bubbles of excitement and terror in his stomach. If he had black cooler,
there could be some sort of poison ?
Something Toxic ?
Something do alot of harm ?.
The possiblities were endless.
"What was it ?."
"Huh ?."
"The name, Sal, I need the name."
"Oh. I think......It was something fancy sounding...La....da...Dafoe, Spidey.
It was Dafoe"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So, what do you all think ???
Authors Note: Since I haven't been really focusing on the plot, I decided to use this
whole chapter to do it, meaning no Mary Jane, but don't worry, the next of will be full
of them. Also, this chapter may seem short, but I will make up for it in the next chapter.
Interesting twist, right ? I though it might be.
Please read and review. Feedback always gets my juices flowing.
Coming up "Chapter 7:Truth and Lies"