CHAPTER 2
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SECOND ATTEMPT
Alice didn't know how long she had ran from Spider-Man. Her heart was racing like a horse at the track and it was slamming hard against her chest. Her breaths were steady though as she ran. Finally after what seemed forever, she came to a hault in a dark alley that was right below her french widow, which leaded to her apartment. "*Pant*.. Damn, that was.. real bad." she cursed under her breath as she walked against the wall and pressed her digits against the cemented structure. Up she climed, silent as the darkened night. When she reached the top, she gently pushed her window open and slipped in with no sound whatsoever. She was pissed off at herself for sounding so stupid in front of Spiderman. She wanted to make a good impression, but only managed to make him believe she wasn't real. She was, infact, like him. Just like she had told him. She hadn't lied, what was the purpose of lying? Why the hell did she go out? Why was the only thing that attacked her mind as she removed her mask. Taking in the fresh air of her room, she didn't remove her custume; instead she just slipped on her pijama over it. That might become as a good method if she was out in the street and came across a pair of jackasses wanting to cause trouble. She clicked on her desk light and looked down at the open books. Alice was tired, maybe because she had thought so much. Thinking nagatively was her number one talent. What an idiot.
A story that she would never forget. A tradegy that gave her these powers. An odd twist of destiny that led her to this point. It's not a lost cause afterall. Pityful to say that Alice's life was alot like Peter's. Little did they know that something would bring them together. Together mutualy. Together, perhaps, as something more. The couple of years she had had these abilities, she never forgot about her mother, whom had died because of a spider...and now she was a spider. Was this a curse? Or was it simply fate? She didn't know. All Alice Porter knew was that she had to keep going and do what was right in this pathetic world. Never the less, she always thought of herself as a lost cause. Just a spit into the cold society. Although she hadn't exactly been helping her sister financially; she had been helping the poor society she sometimes hated.
Alice's night was restless. She kept turning in her fluffy bed and kept thinking about how stupid she felt in front of Spiderman. She could've sworn she herd annoyance in his voice. She wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole..never to spit her out. How could she be so naive as to go out and try to be a hero. Maybe she wanted to be noticed? Maybe she wanted attention. Maybe she was just some overly obbessed fan of Spiderman's, but either way the actions had been made and you could'nt just reset them. It was two in the morning when she finally fell asleep. Her mind had worn out.
Alice awoke the next morning buried under her white and light blue blankets and pillows, "Ughmm." came a groan from underneath the twisting sheets. "Alice..wake up." whispered a voice from beside her as someone rocked her back and forth gently, "Alice, you need to get up honey.." whispered the voice again with a little more volume. "Okay, okay.. I'm uupppp..." yawned Alice lazidly as she sat up on her bed. Her room was flooded with sunlight from the opened shades, her french window open widely to let in the cool morning air. Alice's older sister, Sandra was standing next to the bed with her arms crossed, "Why aren't you the lazy one?" Sandra mocked, a smile spreading across her face, "Sorry, Sandie. I was up all night... studying." Same sorry excuse Peter had used on Harry. She didn't feel stupid because that was usually the case with Alice, "Well, get your ass up. You need to go out and look for a job and soon!" Sandra said with a mother-like-tone, "Mm'kay." Alice grumbled, flipping to her feet. Sandra walked out of her room as Alice sneaked over and locked her door. She ran around with super human speed, fixing up her room. When she was done with her simple task she got dressed in a black flanel pants and a tender blue, velvet collar shirt. She looked like a buisness woman! Her Spiderwoman costume under her attire, of course, "Alright, time to hit the road." She said enthusiastically, unlocking her door and heading out.
She had had no luck whatsoever in getting a job that day and she came home bummed out. She ate diner with no enthusiam at all and then left for her room, locking herself in. She was tired of running around all morning and afternoon; searching frantically for a decent job. Lady Luck was a vacation she supposed. As the sun set and the stars above twinkled the navy blue sky, did she once more leave through her window as Spiderwoman.
She was perched on a building top when her spider sense smacked her crack side the head, "Ugh.." she grumbled, focusing her vision as her spider sense rang in her ears. In the far distance she heard an explosion and sighed, "Here we go again." With that she extended her left hand up and began to swing towards the sound of the explosion. When she got there she was stunned to see Spiderman was already on the scene. There was a man in what seemed yellow spandex rolled up in his web on the pavement near him and Spiderman was yanking a fleeing truck with his web towards him. She knew what she had to do and so she hopped off the building and blasted her own web towards the truck, yanking as well. He watched him turn his head and look at her for a moment, then nod. When they nodded to each other, they pulled the truck back together and handled the villans with ease. Shortly after the two had succesfully handled the gang did the police come and take the cronies.. along with Shocker.
"Thanks for the help." Spider-Man said, walking toward the woman in the red and blue spandex, "... Your... welcome." she said shyly, raising her left hand up; ready to part, but before she could, she felt a hand wrap around her right wrist and grip slightly, "Wait... I need to ask you something.." he said, still holding her wrist, "Sorry, but I can't tell you anything.." she said in a hushed voice. She pulled on her wrist, trying to break free of his grip, but being that Spider-Man was a male; he had a tad bit more strenght than her, "I'm not letting you leave until you tell me if your real or not." he growled softly. Time seemed to free as those white lenses glared at her, but then..he just..let go and she fleed in a second.
She swung past building until she came to a hault on one, far from the scene that had just occured with Spiderman."Whew..that was close," she said with a pant as she removed her mask. She took in the fresh air because she felt as if she was about to have a frikkin heart attack. A sigh escaped her lips as white vapor formed in front of her, "Crap..I did it again. I wussied out. I left him with doubt.. aww, man.. I suck." she said in a voice only she could hear. The busy streets below and the bright lights of the city reflected in her aqua-marine orbs as she leaned on the edge of the building. She was going home after this. She didn't think her heart could take much more rejection.