Author's Note: High School is very tiring. @_@ I am so sorry for being one month late with this story!
Still, I must continue with this story (and the soon to be made sequels!)! I've already thought up both of the plots for Peter Parker: Guardian and Peter Parker: Unity, so hopefully they'll get some work done on them after this is finished.
Go check out DominoDS's website! On top of other Peter and MJ stories and pictures, she hosts this story there!
Go to http://watson-parker.cjb.net/ !
I uh...don't know why Peter's spider-sense didn't go off last chapter...so...wah. I'm gonna make up for it.
A big thanks to reviewers: Kat, Blaque Cell, DominoDS, Mossberg, deLurk, Serena, Jade, LAXgirl, Tammy-ddrtrr, Lois Lane, Miguel, and Valeria! *Has no idea who the person is who didn't have a name though...*
And now, I proudly present another chapter to add to the archives...
- Peter Parker: Responsibility -
- By Brian Marcelo -
- brianmarcelo@hotmail.com -
- PG-13 for Language and Content -
- Chapter Six -
Mirage grinned widely, enjoying the frightened look on the little girl's face. He had always found great pleasure in speaking all dark and mysterious to make his targets freaked out before he killed them.
"So...how bout it...? All you have to do is hold my hand...." he whispered quietly, holding his hand out to her.
Jenny froze in place, shocked that they would send another enforcer on her so quickly. She tried to move but it was as if the enforcer's eyes had kept her in place; she tried to scream only to have a tiny whimper escape from her mouth.
'Mr. Parker! Help! Turn your head! Call the police! Call Spider-man! Do something!' she thought to herself frantically, realizing that the enforcer was about to reach for her.
Peter wondered why Jenny and the person who had knocked on the door were so quiet. He had thought that it was probably one of her classmates that she was talking to, and that he shouldn't show his face as to avoid embarrassment for her. After all, who would want to be caught living with their teacher, no matter how cool he was (or liked to think he was).
Then it hit him: no one except himself knew that Jenny was living here. As he swiveled his head towards the door his spider-sense tingled when he saw a thug dressed in black street clothing extending his hand towards Jenny, who was starting to shake with fear.
Before he could react the thug noticed him and, for some reason, pointed his hand at him instead of the usual gun. Peter's spider sense started to tingle once again, which made Peter stay still for the moment; for all he knew this guy could be a mutant with laser blasts popping out of his hand or something.
"I wouldn't move if I were you, Mr. Parker, but then again, you haven't got long to live anyways. The same people that want this little meddling bitch over her taken care of, " Mirage threatened, swallowing the pill he was holding, "want me to take care of you as well. So, say goodbye to your little friend here...she'll be the last thing you'll ever see!"
Peter's spider-sense went off again as a black gas blew out from Mirage's hand, quickly covering Peter before he knew what was happening.
"Mr. Parker...!" Jenny screamed out, attempting to reach for him only to be knocked in the back of the head by Mirage.
Coughing violently while struggling to see through the black haze he saw Mirage pick up a now-unconscious Jenny and started walking casually away with her. Right before he succumbed to the gas he reached into his utility belt that he was wearing under his civilian clothes and threw a spider tracer on to her, hoping the thug wouldn't notice.
"Jen..." Peter whispered coarsely, trying to reach for her feebly before he fell to the floor of his apartment, the mysterious black gas starting to take full effect on him...
***
"Peter..." Mary Jane whispered quietly, wondering what he was up to now.
She fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat as the bus dropped off the last group of passengers, her not being one of them. She used to like riding the bus, but that was back then in New York. Back home there would always be a set of people that she would walk with on her way home, people she knew and talked to every now and then. Los Angeles was a different story though; since it wasn't as crowded as New York, most people drove cars.
On top of that, most of the time she was the last person left on the bus. She hated being the last one; it made her feel uneasy...as if something bad was going to happen to her. Before she would take some comfort in knowing her husband would save her in case she didn't return home at the usual time, but things were different now.
Mary Jane sighed as she pressed her forehead against the window, watching the various houses and buildings go by in one big blur. The sun had long set and most of the city had been cast into shadows, so it would make the walk home a bit more difficult, as well as a little nerve racking.
The bus slowly came to a stop, signifying that it was time to get off. Securing her jacket tightly, she waved a half-hearted goodnight to the bus driver and stepped off the bus.
As she rounded the corner her mind started focusing on her husband once again. She missed Peter, despite the fact that it was her decision to leave him.
She missed lying next to him every night, even if they hadn't made love or anything sensual like that. Sometimes all she needed was him next to her, assuring her that everything would be fine. Often they'd talk about their hopes and dreams together, him wanting to somehow be able to get a job having to do with science that would indefinitely support the both of them while she dreamed of making it big on Broadway, then on to things like T.V. shows and the big screen.
"You'll light up Broadway, Mary Jane...I just know it..." he had remarked one time, sounding so sure that she had almost believed it to be true.
'Maybe...if we had another child...perhaps he'd settle down...' she thought, as she rounded another corner, getting ever so close to home.
They were once close to having a child, but because he was Spider-Man, there were complications. Mainly concerning super villains who were once-dead-but-not-really taking their baby away and not revealing whether it was killed or still alive.
Mary Jane always made it a point to remember little May 'Mayday' Parker, and what could've been, even though it wasn't all that healthy to dwell on depressing subjects such as that. It would've been hard when little May reached puberty though, because her baby no doubt would've inherited Peter's unique gift. Knowing Peter, he'd probably instill May with the "with great power comes great responsibility" line, which would make their daughter go off and risk her life everyday.
Before Mary Jane knew it she had accidentally walked into an alleyway with a dead end. Mentally kicking herself for getting so caught up in her thoughts, she turned around, only to find a large, gruffly looking man she didn't recognize holding a pocket knife in his hand, grinning at her perversely as he looked her over.
"Hey there, you fine piece of ass...you happen to be workin' tonight...?"
***
"Peter...?"
He shifted slightly, his head throbbing in pain.
"Peter...?"
He groaned slightly as he put his hands on the side of his head, trying to relieve the throbbing pain.
"Peter...? Hunny...are you okay...? That fall must've hurt pretty badly..."
Opening his eyelids slightly, he gasped at what he saw right in front of him.
"...Gwen...?"
Since her right hand was full carrying what appeared to be a baby, she put her left hand on her hip and looked at Peter with an amused smile.
"You look like you've just seen a ghost or something, Peter--"
***
"--Parker...Mr. Parker...?" the teenager mumbled softly, her eyes struggling to open.
Realizing the back of her head was throbbing with pain, she attempted to massage it only to find she couldn't move either of her hands. She kicked her legs only to find them restrained as well. As her eyes opened, she could only see a blindfold over her eyes.
She suddenly felt a presence come near her, causing her to flinch in fright. "Don't bother struggling kid, I handcuffed your hands and legs to the wall. Heh heh...you won't be going anywhere anytime soon..."
Jen shivered as she felt the hot, rancid breath of her captor on her neck, causing her to whimper slightly.
Mirage stood back as he the teenager strangle hopelessly against the steel handcuffs. Usually he liked to kill 'em on the spot, but he needed her for bait so that Spider-Man would show up. Then he'd mess him with a few well-placed shots of speed/ecstasy gas, followed up with a lethal dose of heroin gas.
"What...what did you do with Mr. Parker...?" she managed to yell out, worried over the state of her teacher, feeling so stupid for getting him into this mess.
"Gave him a nice little dream. If he doesn't wake up soon of course, his muscles will start to fail and he'll slowly, painfully wither away. It's fun stuff...too bad you won't live to see it. Once Spider-Man gets lured over here, I'll kill him, just like I practically killed your teacher, then...," he said, cupping her chin as if she were a mere child, "we'll have some real fun...hours and hours of it..."
Jenny could only shiver at his obvious intentions, all the while hoping Spider-Man would save both her teacher and herself before it was too late...
***
Mary Jane slowly reached into her bag, hoping to take out the taser she had without being noticed.
The thug however, anticipated this and lunged at her before she had time to react, causing her to fall to the concrete ground roughly, knocking her bag out of reach. As she tried to strangle against his crushing weight, he held her hands in place and started shaking her violently until she stopped struggling.
"Now listen here babe, I just wanna have a little fun..." he whispered into her ear, taking out the combat knife and pressing it against her neck, "I sure wouldn't want to get any blood on that nice dress of yours--"
Before the guy could finish his sentence, Mary Jane heard the familiar thwipp of a web being shot as the guy was suddenly hurled off from her and on to a side of the alley, causing some trashcans to tumble over loudly.
Hearing the sounds of a fight going on, she slowly got up to her feet only to see that the nameless man that had nearly raped her was hanging upside down from a web line. On closer inspection she realized that his neck had been snapped; he was dead.
"Spider-Man...?" she said quietly, looking around the alleyway, "Spider-Man...are you there...?"
She didn't get a reply, so she tried calling him by the name that she had grown to love over the years.
"...Peter...? Are you there...?" she said, a bit louder.
To her surprise, she saw a faint outline of his costume, although it looked darker then usual. Instead of the usual red and blue, it was a combination of dark red and black instead.
"What happened to your costume, Peter...?" she said as she calmly walked towards him, still not believing that he had actually killed that man a few minutes ago.
Before she could get any closer, he jumped straight into the air, higher then she had ever seen him jump, and proceeded to web swing away, as if he was trying to avoid her. She was left dumbfounded, wondering how and why Peter was in Los Angeles, as well as why he hadn't talked at all during the encounter.
As she picked up her bag and proceeded home, she couldn't help but notice the dead man, still hanging from a web line in the alley.
Peter would've of course gotten angry with the thug for what he had almost done, but she never thought he'd go as far as killing someone, no matter what they had done. He just wasn't that type of hero.
"I think it's time for me to get to the bottom of this..." she declared, walking shakily towards her apartment building, wondering what had happened to Peter since the last time she had seen him...
***
Peter managed to stand up, but all he could do after that was stare. He couldn't believe his dead girlfriend, who he loved so much, was standing right in front of him; on top of that, she was carrying what appeared to be their baby. It was hard to see them though, since he had to squint really hard to see them properly.
"Uh...Peter...?" Gwen said, handing him a pair of glasses, "You do remember that you need these, right?"
He nodded slowly as he took the glasses from her, absently noticing that they looked like nothing like the old glasses he used to wear; he had thrown those away eleven years ago when that spider-bite had corrected his vision.
Peter blinked as he put on the glasses, his vision suddenly becoming much clearer then it was a minute ago.
"Gwendy...?" Peter said softly, feeling slightly stupid for the question he was about to ask, "What did we name our...um...baby...?"
Gwen smiled as she handed him the baby. "You're being so silly Peter...don't you remember?"
"Humor me?" he replied, the small baby holding on to one of his fingers curiously.
"We named her May..." she replied with fondness in her eyes, "after your dear old aunt..."
He smiled as he looked at the baby, and then at Gwen. "Just wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming, Gwendy..."
***
"What's the matter, kid? Never tried the stuff?" he said, snickering as he waved the joint in front of her voice. He had been bored waiting for Spider-Man to show up, so he decided to torture the girl for a while, wanting to see if she'd like the stuff that had almost killed her brother.
Jenny swallowed hard as she tried not to inhale any of the smoke. She couldn't, wouldn't allow herself to become addicted to the stuff like her brother Steve did. Soon it'd be joints, then pot, then heroine, then soon she'd be so messed up she couldn't see straight.
Without warning Mirage pinched her nose tightly, now starting to wave the joint in front of her mouth.
"Come on...it's good for you...look how I turned out..." he said mockingly, snickering as he finally felt her suddenly let go of the breath she was holding.
He started to laugh as she started inhaling in fast breaths, trying her best to refill her lungs with oxygen only to have them be filled with the foul smelling smoke from the lighted joint...
- End of Chapter 6 -
Sorry for the lateness of Chapter 6, but I've been so busy with school that I haven't found time to write!
As usual, please rate and review! ^_^
Still, I must continue with this story (and the soon to be made sequels!)! I've already thought up both of the plots for Peter Parker: Guardian and Peter Parker: Unity, so hopefully they'll get some work done on them after this is finished.
Go check out DominoDS's website! On top of other Peter and MJ stories and pictures, she hosts this story there!
Go to http://watson-parker.cjb.net/ !
I uh...don't know why Peter's spider-sense didn't go off last chapter...so...wah. I'm gonna make up for it.
A big thanks to reviewers: Kat, Blaque Cell, DominoDS, Mossberg, deLurk, Serena, Jade, LAXgirl, Tammy-ddrtrr, Lois Lane, Miguel, and Valeria! *Has no idea who the person is who didn't have a name though...*
And now, I proudly present another chapter to add to the archives...
- Peter Parker: Responsibility -
- By Brian Marcelo -
- brianmarcelo@hotmail.com -
- PG-13 for Language and Content -
- Chapter Six -
Mirage grinned widely, enjoying the frightened look on the little girl's face. He had always found great pleasure in speaking all dark and mysterious to make his targets freaked out before he killed them.
"So...how bout it...? All you have to do is hold my hand...." he whispered quietly, holding his hand out to her.
Jenny froze in place, shocked that they would send another enforcer on her so quickly. She tried to move but it was as if the enforcer's eyes had kept her in place; she tried to scream only to have a tiny whimper escape from her mouth.
'Mr. Parker! Help! Turn your head! Call the police! Call Spider-man! Do something!' she thought to herself frantically, realizing that the enforcer was about to reach for her.
Peter wondered why Jenny and the person who had knocked on the door were so quiet. He had thought that it was probably one of her classmates that she was talking to, and that he shouldn't show his face as to avoid embarrassment for her. After all, who would want to be caught living with their teacher, no matter how cool he was (or liked to think he was).
Then it hit him: no one except himself knew that Jenny was living here. As he swiveled his head towards the door his spider-sense tingled when he saw a thug dressed in black street clothing extending his hand towards Jenny, who was starting to shake with fear.
Before he could react the thug noticed him and, for some reason, pointed his hand at him instead of the usual gun. Peter's spider sense started to tingle once again, which made Peter stay still for the moment; for all he knew this guy could be a mutant with laser blasts popping out of his hand or something.
"I wouldn't move if I were you, Mr. Parker, but then again, you haven't got long to live anyways. The same people that want this little meddling bitch over her taken care of, " Mirage threatened, swallowing the pill he was holding, "want me to take care of you as well. So, say goodbye to your little friend here...she'll be the last thing you'll ever see!"
Peter's spider-sense went off again as a black gas blew out from Mirage's hand, quickly covering Peter before he knew what was happening.
"Mr. Parker...!" Jenny screamed out, attempting to reach for him only to be knocked in the back of the head by Mirage.
Coughing violently while struggling to see through the black haze he saw Mirage pick up a now-unconscious Jenny and started walking casually away with her. Right before he succumbed to the gas he reached into his utility belt that he was wearing under his civilian clothes and threw a spider tracer on to her, hoping the thug wouldn't notice.
"Jen..." Peter whispered coarsely, trying to reach for her feebly before he fell to the floor of his apartment, the mysterious black gas starting to take full effect on him...
***
"Peter..." Mary Jane whispered quietly, wondering what he was up to now.
She fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat as the bus dropped off the last group of passengers, her not being one of them. She used to like riding the bus, but that was back then in New York. Back home there would always be a set of people that she would walk with on her way home, people she knew and talked to every now and then. Los Angeles was a different story though; since it wasn't as crowded as New York, most people drove cars.
On top of that, most of the time she was the last person left on the bus. She hated being the last one; it made her feel uneasy...as if something bad was going to happen to her. Before she would take some comfort in knowing her husband would save her in case she didn't return home at the usual time, but things were different now.
Mary Jane sighed as she pressed her forehead against the window, watching the various houses and buildings go by in one big blur. The sun had long set and most of the city had been cast into shadows, so it would make the walk home a bit more difficult, as well as a little nerve racking.
The bus slowly came to a stop, signifying that it was time to get off. Securing her jacket tightly, she waved a half-hearted goodnight to the bus driver and stepped off the bus.
As she rounded the corner her mind started focusing on her husband once again. She missed Peter, despite the fact that it was her decision to leave him.
She missed lying next to him every night, even if they hadn't made love or anything sensual like that. Sometimes all she needed was him next to her, assuring her that everything would be fine. Often they'd talk about their hopes and dreams together, him wanting to somehow be able to get a job having to do with science that would indefinitely support the both of them while she dreamed of making it big on Broadway, then on to things like T.V. shows and the big screen.
"You'll light up Broadway, Mary Jane...I just know it..." he had remarked one time, sounding so sure that she had almost believed it to be true.
'Maybe...if we had another child...perhaps he'd settle down...' she thought, as she rounded another corner, getting ever so close to home.
They were once close to having a child, but because he was Spider-Man, there were complications. Mainly concerning super villains who were once-dead-but-not-really taking their baby away and not revealing whether it was killed or still alive.
Mary Jane always made it a point to remember little May 'Mayday' Parker, and what could've been, even though it wasn't all that healthy to dwell on depressing subjects such as that. It would've been hard when little May reached puberty though, because her baby no doubt would've inherited Peter's unique gift. Knowing Peter, he'd probably instill May with the "with great power comes great responsibility" line, which would make their daughter go off and risk her life everyday.
Before Mary Jane knew it she had accidentally walked into an alleyway with a dead end. Mentally kicking herself for getting so caught up in her thoughts, she turned around, only to find a large, gruffly looking man she didn't recognize holding a pocket knife in his hand, grinning at her perversely as he looked her over.
"Hey there, you fine piece of ass...you happen to be workin' tonight...?"
***
"Peter...?"
He shifted slightly, his head throbbing in pain.
"Peter...?"
He groaned slightly as he put his hands on the side of his head, trying to relieve the throbbing pain.
"Peter...? Hunny...are you okay...? That fall must've hurt pretty badly..."
Opening his eyelids slightly, he gasped at what he saw right in front of him.
"...Gwen...?"
Since her right hand was full carrying what appeared to be a baby, she put her left hand on her hip and looked at Peter with an amused smile.
"You look like you've just seen a ghost or something, Peter--"
***
"--Parker...Mr. Parker...?" the teenager mumbled softly, her eyes struggling to open.
Realizing the back of her head was throbbing with pain, she attempted to massage it only to find she couldn't move either of her hands. She kicked her legs only to find them restrained as well. As her eyes opened, she could only see a blindfold over her eyes.
She suddenly felt a presence come near her, causing her to flinch in fright. "Don't bother struggling kid, I handcuffed your hands and legs to the wall. Heh heh...you won't be going anywhere anytime soon..."
Jen shivered as she felt the hot, rancid breath of her captor on her neck, causing her to whimper slightly.
Mirage stood back as he the teenager strangle hopelessly against the steel handcuffs. Usually he liked to kill 'em on the spot, but he needed her for bait so that Spider-Man would show up. Then he'd mess him with a few well-placed shots of speed/ecstasy gas, followed up with a lethal dose of heroin gas.
"What...what did you do with Mr. Parker...?" she managed to yell out, worried over the state of her teacher, feeling so stupid for getting him into this mess.
"Gave him a nice little dream. If he doesn't wake up soon of course, his muscles will start to fail and he'll slowly, painfully wither away. It's fun stuff...too bad you won't live to see it. Once Spider-Man gets lured over here, I'll kill him, just like I practically killed your teacher, then...," he said, cupping her chin as if she were a mere child, "we'll have some real fun...hours and hours of it..."
Jenny could only shiver at his obvious intentions, all the while hoping Spider-Man would save both her teacher and herself before it was too late...
***
Mary Jane slowly reached into her bag, hoping to take out the taser she had without being noticed.
The thug however, anticipated this and lunged at her before she had time to react, causing her to fall to the concrete ground roughly, knocking her bag out of reach. As she tried to strangle against his crushing weight, he held her hands in place and started shaking her violently until she stopped struggling.
"Now listen here babe, I just wanna have a little fun..." he whispered into her ear, taking out the combat knife and pressing it against her neck, "I sure wouldn't want to get any blood on that nice dress of yours--"
Before the guy could finish his sentence, Mary Jane heard the familiar thwipp of a web being shot as the guy was suddenly hurled off from her and on to a side of the alley, causing some trashcans to tumble over loudly.
Hearing the sounds of a fight going on, she slowly got up to her feet only to see that the nameless man that had nearly raped her was hanging upside down from a web line. On closer inspection she realized that his neck had been snapped; he was dead.
"Spider-Man...?" she said quietly, looking around the alleyway, "Spider-Man...are you there...?"
She didn't get a reply, so she tried calling him by the name that she had grown to love over the years.
"...Peter...? Are you there...?" she said, a bit louder.
To her surprise, she saw a faint outline of his costume, although it looked darker then usual. Instead of the usual red and blue, it was a combination of dark red and black instead.
"What happened to your costume, Peter...?" she said as she calmly walked towards him, still not believing that he had actually killed that man a few minutes ago.
Before she could get any closer, he jumped straight into the air, higher then she had ever seen him jump, and proceeded to web swing away, as if he was trying to avoid her. She was left dumbfounded, wondering how and why Peter was in Los Angeles, as well as why he hadn't talked at all during the encounter.
As she picked up her bag and proceeded home, she couldn't help but notice the dead man, still hanging from a web line in the alley.
Peter would've of course gotten angry with the thug for what he had almost done, but she never thought he'd go as far as killing someone, no matter what they had done. He just wasn't that type of hero.
"I think it's time for me to get to the bottom of this..." she declared, walking shakily towards her apartment building, wondering what had happened to Peter since the last time she had seen him...
***
Peter managed to stand up, but all he could do after that was stare. He couldn't believe his dead girlfriend, who he loved so much, was standing right in front of him; on top of that, she was carrying what appeared to be their baby. It was hard to see them though, since he had to squint really hard to see them properly.
"Uh...Peter...?" Gwen said, handing him a pair of glasses, "You do remember that you need these, right?"
He nodded slowly as he took the glasses from her, absently noticing that they looked like nothing like the old glasses he used to wear; he had thrown those away eleven years ago when that spider-bite had corrected his vision.
Peter blinked as he put on the glasses, his vision suddenly becoming much clearer then it was a minute ago.
"Gwendy...?" Peter said softly, feeling slightly stupid for the question he was about to ask, "What did we name our...um...baby...?"
Gwen smiled as she handed him the baby. "You're being so silly Peter...don't you remember?"
"Humor me?" he replied, the small baby holding on to one of his fingers curiously.
"We named her May..." she replied with fondness in her eyes, "after your dear old aunt..."
He smiled as he looked at the baby, and then at Gwen. "Just wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming, Gwendy..."
***
"What's the matter, kid? Never tried the stuff?" he said, snickering as he waved the joint in front of her voice. He had been bored waiting for Spider-Man to show up, so he decided to torture the girl for a while, wanting to see if she'd like the stuff that had almost killed her brother.
Jenny swallowed hard as she tried not to inhale any of the smoke. She couldn't, wouldn't allow herself to become addicted to the stuff like her brother Steve did. Soon it'd be joints, then pot, then heroine, then soon she'd be so messed up she couldn't see straight.
Without warning Mirage pinched her nose tightly, now starting to wave the joint in front of her mouth.
"Come on...it's good for you...look how I turned out..." he said mockingly, snickering as he finally felt her suddenly let go of the breath she was holding.
He started to laugh as she started inhaling in fast breaths, trying her best to refill her lungs with oxygen only to have them be filled with the foul smelling smoke from the lighted joint...
- End of Chapter 6 -
Sorry for the lateness of Chapter 6, but I've been so busy with school that I haven't found time to write!
As usual, please rate and review! ^_^