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.
Authors note : Hi everyone.......This chapter, finally, has some almost
fluff and drama. I think I combined them very well.
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Chapter 9 "Plans Are Meant To Be Broken"
~~~~~~~~~~~Peter POV~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh shit"
It was full of boards.
White erasable ones.
The room itself was huge, with a king-size bed with a green blanket on top, nightstand
with a plain lamp, a white dresser and a book shelf stacked with books as it's only
furniture.
The board were in open oval in the middle of the room, five in all each with five different
heading.
Manhattan.
Queens.
Staten Island.
Bronx.
Brooklyn.
As he got closer he realized it was a list. A list of every place's subways entrances,
bridges, tunnels and opening to waterways, each with it's one color.
There was other board on the side with only 3 words with the same times next to each .
Friday 12.
Saturday 12.
Sunday 12.
Friday was circled, in red ink.
The day he was planning to do what he was going to ?
Wait.
If the day was circled, so must be the place. Turning he took another look at the
boards. He at first didn't notice, but at the corner of his eyes, he saw the telltale
circle on Manhattans board.
Hudson River.
Hudson River. Friday at 12.
Damn it, what did it mean ?. He only had 2 days. was he planning to-
"Yeah. Don't worry. I'll be done."
Shit. What was he supposed to do now.
Thinking quickly, he jumped out the window, as Frank Dafoe entered the room.
From his perch, he saw him enter the room and was finally able to get a look at his face.
Which was ordinary. That was the first thing that he realized.
His hair was a dull brown, cut close to his head, but not close a enough to be a
crew cut. He had a pudgy face with a average nose and thin lips, and dark bown eyes,
wearing black jeans and a long black coat, carrying a black cooler.
Black Cooler.
"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.", Sal voice echoed in the back of his mind.
That was it. Whatever Frank Dafoe planned to do to the city, that black cooler was
the key.
He has hung up the phone and put it in his bag, and walked over the the board with the dates.
Suddenly, the eraser went in the air and swiped off the Friday, changing to a Thursday,
and underlining it fiercely.
What the hell was that, he though, mind spinning. He was a telepath.
One day.
Damn it.
He rationalized.
He know the date.
The time and the place.
But those boards could mean anything else. The key was the cooler.
River, he thought, as he watched him leave the room. It has to do water and its in a
cooler, which he has to keep it cold.
Poison the water ?
He had to see what was in the cooler.
Suddenly, he was back, and on the phone.
"Yeah, I know."
"Look, Jamey, I have to go."
"You got the tickets, right ?."
"Cause I want to get away, ok? Look, I have to go."
"Bye"
He hung up the phone and, using his mind, opened the cooler.
Yes, come on. This is it.
He opened with his mind and before he could fully take it out, his cell rang.
Cursing he put it back, but not without one final look.
A look Peter saw, of a clear liquid in a vial.
"Hello ?", he said, his words cool and calm, unlike his face.
"Was I ?"
"I'm sorry."
"Ok, I promise. I'll be their"
"I will, Jamey, I promise. See you in 15 minutes"
"Ok. Bye"
He hung and said, to himself "Damn him. I should get rid of him too.", grabbed the cooler
and was gone.
He was going to follow him, but he realized watching him and James all day would
accomplish nothing. So he went home.
He would stop him, he said with resolve. Plans are meant to be broken.
Especially the evil ones.
~~~~~~~~~Mary Jane POV~~~~~~~~~~
If being a stalker wasn't enough she was also becoming a felon.
She was at Peter's place, knocking on the door, ringing the bell for about five minutes,
when she was realized she was fingering the credit card she has left in her pocket.
After no consideration, she picked the lock, finally using the only useful thing
her father had taught her when she was 12.
So, when she entered the apartment, and again wanted, to smack her self for
commiting Breaking and Entering, though she only entered, she stood there, unsure
of why she was there.
She was tired. Looking down, she realized she still had her waitress outfit on and
wished she had gone home to change. She walked up the stairs to the bathroom and
checked herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, there was circles under her
eyes and her pale was uber-pale.
In otherwords, she looked like crap.
Groaning, she wished she had went home before her commiting her crimes.
Leaving she walked down the hall, and entered Peter's room. Instantly, she felt
better. She saw a big pile of clothing on the bed with a note pinned the top white
shirt.
Peter........
See, I can do something. Have to go outta town for a few days, for some
business.
If you need anything, call me on my cell.
I mean it.
****Harry.
Taking off the note, she picked up the white shirt it was on and and inhaled the scent.
Even washed, it smelled just like Peter. She wanted to cry. She hated his, and for that
second, hated him. For making her felt lost and alone, scared and doing things like breaking
into his place to smell his tshirts.
Damn it. Damn him.
She then realized that she was crying, tear's steaming down her face. Out of tiredness or
drain, she fell her knees give. Sobs were coming out, from deep inside off her.
Crying for what here life had become, for falling too much in love with Peter.
And that's how Peter found her, 10 minutes later.
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So what do you think ?
Coming up "CH 9 Afraid to Feel", then 10 and 11, which wraps up my plotline
CH10 "Fear No Evil P1" and CH11 "Fear No Evil P2" (not END of the story).
"Afraid to Feel" is a light chapter, a fluffiness angle.
Thanks and please read and review. Feedback always gets my juices flowing.
Bay C.~~~~
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.
Authors note : Hi everyone.......This chapter, finally, has some almost
fluff and drama. I think I combined them very well.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 9 "Plans Are Meant To Be Broken"
~~~~~~~~~~~Peter POV~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh shit"
It was full of boards.
White erasable ones.
The room itself was huge, with a king-size bed with a green blanket on top, nightstand
with a plain lamp, a white dresser and a book shelf stacked with books as it's only
furniture.
The board were in open oval in the middle of the room, five in all each with five different
heading.
Manhattan.
Queens.
Staten Island.
Bronx.
Brooklyn.
As he got closer he realized it was a list. A list of every place's subways entrances,
bridges, tunnels and opening to waterways, each with it's one color.
There was other board on the side with only 3 words with the same times next to each .
Friday 12.
Saturday 12.
Sunday 12.
Friday was circled, in red ink.
The day he was planning to do what he was going to ?
Wait.
If the day was circled, so must be the place. Turning he took another look at the
boards. He at first didn't notice, but at the corner of his eyes, he saw the telltale
circle on Manhattans board.
Hudson River.
Hudson River. Friday at 12.
Damn it, what did it mean ?. He only had 2 days. was he planning to-
"Yeah. Don't worry. I'll be done."
Shit. What was he supposed to do now.
Thinking quickly, he jumped out the window, as Frank Dafoe entered the room.
From his perch, he saw him enter the room and was finally able to get a look at his face.
Which was ordinary. That was the first thing that he realized.
His hair was a dull brown, cut close to his head, but not close a enough to be a
crew cut. He had a pudgy face with a average nose and thin lips, and dark bown eyes,
wearing black jeans and a long black coat, carrying a black cooler.
Black Cooler.
"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.", Sal voice echoed in the back of his mind.
That was it. Whatever Frank Dafoe planned to do to the city, that black cooler was
the key.
He has hung up the phone and put it in his bag, and walked over the the board with the dates.
Suddenly, the eraser went in the air and swiped off the Friday, changing to a Thursday,
and underlining it fiercely.
What the hell was that, he though, mind spinning. He was a telepath.
One day.
Damn it.
He rationalized.
He know the date.
The time and the place.
But those boards could mean anything else. The key was the cooler.
River, he thought, as he watched him leave the room. It has to do water and its in a
cooler, which he has to keep it cold.
Poison the water ?
He had to see what was in the cooler.
Suddenly, he was back, and on the phone.
"Yeah, I know."
"Look, Jamey, I have to go."
"You got the tickets, right ?."
"Cause I want to get away, ok? Look, I have to go."
"Bye"
He hung up the phone and, using his mind, opened the cooler.
Yes, come on. This is it.
He opened with his mind and before he could fully take it out, his cell rang.
Cursing he put it back, but not without one final look.
A look Peter saw, of a clear liquid in a vial.
"Hello ?", he said, his words cool and calm, unlike his face.
"Was I ?"
"I'm sorry."
"Ok, I promise. I'll be their"
"I will, Jamey, I promise. See you in 15 minutes"
"Ok. Bye"
He hung and said, to himself "Damn him. I should get rid of him too.", grabbed the cooler
and was gone.
He was going to follow him, but he realized watching him and James all day would
accomplish nothing. So he went home.
He would stop him, he said with resolve. Plans are meant to be broken.
Especially the evil ones.
~~~~~~~~~Mary Jane POV~~~~~~~~~~
If being a stalker wasn't enough she was also becoming a felon.
She was at Peter's place, knocking on the door, ringing the bell for about five minutes,
when she was realized she was fingering the credit card she has left in her pocket.
After no consideration, she picked the lock, finally using the only useful thing
her father had taught her when she was 12.
So, when she entered the apartment, and again wanted, to smack her self for
commiting Breaking and Entering, though she only entered, she stood there, unsure
of why she was there.
She was tired. Looking down, she realized she still had her waitress outfit on and
wished she had gone home to change. She walked up the stairs to the bathroom and
checked herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, there was circles under her
eyes and her pale was uber-pale.
In otherwords, she looked like crap.
Groaning, she wished she had went home before her commiting her crimes.
Leaving she walked down the hall, and entered Peter's room. Instantly, she felt
better. She saw a big pile of clothing on the bed with a note pinned the top white
shirt.
Peter........
See, I can do something. Have to go outta town for a few days, for some
business.
If you need anything, call me on my cell.
I mean it.
****Harry.
Taking off the note, she picked up the white shirt it was on and and inhaled the scent.
Even washed, it smelled just like Peter. She wanted to cry. She hated his, and for that
second, hated him. For making her felt lost and alone, scared and doing things like breaking
into his place to smell his tshirts.
Damn it. Damn him.
She then realized that she was crying, tear's steaming down her face. Out of tiredness or
drain, she fell her knees give. Sobs were coming out, from deep inside off her.
Crying for what here life had become, for falling too much in love with Peter.
And that's how Peter found her, 10 minutes later.
******************************************************************************
So what do you think ?
Coming up "CH 9 Afraid to Feel", then 10 and 11, which wraps up my plotline
CH10 "Fear No Evil P1" and CH11 "Fear No Evil P2" (not END of the story).
"Afraid to Feel" is a light chapter, a fluffiness angle.
Thanks and please read and review. Feedback always gets my juices flowing.
Bay C.~~~~