7
Even though the balcony was high up, Peter could hear the 'Spider-Woman's'
voice. It was natural, but angry.
"Say your prayers, Osborn!" Harry was terrified.
"I.I thought we had a deal!"
"Deal? Ha! That was with the OLD Spider-Woman, Osborn. Fresh to the business, I was just your little toy. But now the tables have turned!" The Spider-Woman delivered a shot, just between the nose and the forehead, the most delicate part of the body.
"Nooo!" yelled Peter, scrambling up the wall. It was too late. By the time he'd got there, Spider-Woman had swung away, cackling, and Harry was lying on the floor, head bleeding and fading fast. Peter took him in his arms.
"It's okay, Harry! You're gonna be okay!" Harry managed a smile and looked at his face.
"I'm sorry, Peter."
"No, Harry I'm sorry I killed your father." Harry gestured a 'no'.
"I was trying to kill you. She was.."
"Who, Harry?"
"You were always family to us. To me. Goodbye Pete. Spider-." He stopped and went limp. Peter started to cry. He clung to his dead friend's body, shaking like a leaf. Pete looked around - the Spider-Woman was gone. She would pay; oh she would wish she were dead.
Laying Harry's head down softly, he swung to his clothes and ran to his apartment. He didn't want to do this anymore. Why should he have this responsibility when he just can't save people when they were in need? And why was it always too late? Peter took off his mask, threw it on the floor and looked in the mirror. There was who he really was, right there in front of him, looking at him with anger, twisted loathing and disgust.
"What are you looking at?" he said in a voice different to his own. He was beginning to sound like Norman Osborn. That wouldn't happen to him, it couldn't. He looked at his real reflection again. But was it really him? Spider-Man had engulfed him so much so that he sometimes forgot his own date of birth and how many science prizes he received over the years. Maybe he should just give up now, become the usual shmuck he truly was and just let innocent people die? Loosing control, he hit the mirror, shattering it to millions of pieces.
"Shit! God dammit!" Peter wiped the tears away and rang MJ, his fingers bleeding all over the pristine white keypad. The pain numbed his deeper, more humiliating torture that went on inside his head day after day after day. ~Why bother? ~ Remember what Norman said ~ they'd just love to see you fall, and you will ~ no doubt about it. ~
"Shut up!" Peter hit his head to kill the voices. He picked up the phone and dialled again with his numb hands. It rang several times. She'd be in rehearsals now; he didn't want to interrupt her but she had to know how dangerous he was. She couldn't come near him.
"Hello, Mary Jane Watson."
"It's Pete."
"Hey! What's wrong? Pete, you okay?" MJ heard the tears in his voice. Peter started to cry.
"It's.. Harry." The tears rolled down his bare skin and into his dry mouth.
"What's wrong with him?"
"He's dead! He's dead, MJ and it's all my fault!" Peter started to get quieter and quieter, as if the grief was making him lose his voice.
"Harry's dead?"
"Yes MJ! He was shot!"
"Oh my god.."
"I know! And.." Peter looked at the shattered mirror and the pieces of glass around him. "It's all my fault." Both Spider-Man and, well.... Peter- Man.
"Woh, Peter, it's not your fault," said MJ, feeling the tears sting her throat a little. Yes, things hadn't been a bed of roses between Harry and her lately but, even still, he was gone. Gone for good.
"Yes it is, MJ!" Peter wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "If I had got to the balcony sooner than I would have saved him from her."
"Her?" MJ yelled something to her director. "Pete, who is she?"
"Spider-Woman."
"Spider-Woman?" said MJ in a hoarse whisper.
"She killed him. She said something about.a deal and then she shot him in the head." Peter was vague about the whole incident but, then again, the whole day had turned into a blur. Was Harry his enemy or his friend? His final word had answered that question but why was he in league with this psychopath?
MJ swallowed the tears in her throat.
"Okay, Pete. Do you want me to come over?" Peter thought about it. She'd be safe in his apartment. He could lock everything up, just the two of them, consoling eachother. Just the two of them.. Peter cursed himself for thinking like that at a time like this but, he knew this now, he was just an animal. Or, arachnid to be exact. He thumped his head against the wall and hoped MJ didn't hear him.
"Later, please. I need to phone.. May.."
"Calm down.. Peter.. Fine. I'll see you later. As soon as I can get off, I promise."
"Thank you MJ." Peter tore off his uniform and curled up on the floor.
"I'll always be there for you Peter. Goodbye." MJ
Peter pressed the red 'hang up' button and left a small puddle of blood from where his hands had bled themselves raw.
"Yes, MJ. I'll always be there for you too." ~ But, ~ said that nagging voice at the back of his head, ~ how long will it be till there's no MJ either? ~ Peter shuddered on the floor and tried to think of the good times he had with his now deceased best friend.
"Say your prayers, Osborn!" Harry was terrified.
"I.I thought we had a deal!"
"Deal? Ha! That was with the OLD Spider-Woman, Osborn. Fresh to the business, I was just your little toy. But now the tables have turned!" The Spider-Woman delivered a shot, just between the nose and the forehead, the most delicate part of the body.
"Nooo!" yelled Peter, scrambling up the wall. It was too late. By the time he'd got there, Spider-Woman had swung away, cackling, and Harry was lying on the floor, head bleeding and fading fast. Peter took him in his arms.
"It's okay, Harry! You're gonna be okay!" Harry managed a smile and looked at his face.
"I'm sorry, Peter."
"No, Harry I'm sorry I killed your father." Harry gestured a 'no'.
"I was trying to kill you. She was.."
"Who, Harry?"
"You were always family to us. To me. Goodbye Pete. Spider-." He stopped and went limp. Peter started to cry. He clung to his dead friend's body, shaking like a leaf. Pete looked around - the Spider-Woman was gone. She would pay; oh she would wish she were dead.
Laying Harry's head down softly, he swung to his clothes and ran to his apartment. He didn't want to do this anymore. Why should he have this responsibility when he just can't save people when they were in need? And why was it always too late? Peter took off his mask, threw it on the floor and looked in the mirror. There was who he really was, right there in front of him, looking at him with anger, twisted loathing and disgust.
"What are you looking at?" he said in a voice different to his own. He was beginning to sound like Norman Osborn. That wouldn't happen to him, it couldn't. He looked at his real reflection again. But was it really him? Spider-Man had engulfed him so much so that he sometimes forgot his own date of birth and how many science prizes he received over the years. Maybe he should just give up now, become the usual shmuck he truly was and just let innocent people die? Loosing control, he hit the mirror, shattering it to millions of pieces.
"Shit! God dammit!" Peter wiped the tears away and rang MJ, his fingers bleeding all over the pristine white keypad. The pain numbed his deeper, more humiliating torture that went on inside his head day after day after day. ~Why bother? ~ Remember what Norman said ~ they'd just love to see you fall, and you will ~ no doubt about it. ~
"Shut up!" Peter hit his head to kill the voices. He picked up the phone and dialled again with his numb hands. It rang several times. She'd be in rehearsals now; he didn't want to interrupt her but she had to know how dangerous he was. She couldn't come near him.
"Hello, Mary Jane Watson."
"It's Pete."
"Hey! What's wrong? Pete, you okay?" MJ heard the tears in his voice. Peter started to cry.
"It's.. Harry." The tears rolled down his bare skin and into his dry mouth.
"What's wrong with him?"
"He's dead! He's dead, MJ and it's all my fault!" Peter started to get quieter and quieter, as if the grief was making him lose his voice.
"Harry's dead?"
"Yes MJ! He was shot!"
"Oh my god.."
"I know! And.." Peter looked at the shattered mirror and the pieces of glass around him. "It's all my fault." Both Spider-Man and, well.... Peter- Man.
"Woh, Peter, it's not your fault," said MJ, feeling the tears sting her throat a little. Yes, things hadn't been a bed of roses between Harry and her lately but, even still, he was gone. Gone for good.
"Yes it is, MJ!" Peter wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "If I had got to the balcony sooner than I would have saved him from her."
"Her?" MJ yelled something to her director. "Pete, who is she?"
"Spider-Woman."
"Spider-Woman?" said MJ in a hoarse whisper.
"She killed him. She said something about.a deal and then she shot him in the head." Peter was vague about the whole incident but, then again, the whole day had turned into a blur. Was Harry his enemy or his friend? His final word had answered that question but why was he in league with this psychopath?
MJ swallowed the tears in her throat.
"Okay, Pete. Do you want me to come over?" Peter thought about it. She'd be safe in his apartment. He could lock everything up, just the two of them, consoling eachother. Just the two of them.. Peter cursed himself for thinking like that at a time like this but, he knew this now, he was just an animal. Or, arachnid to be exact. He thumped his head against the wall and hoped MJ didn't hear him.
"Later, please. I need to phone.. May.."
"Calm down.. Peter.. Fine. I'll see you later. As soon as I can get off, I promise."
"Thank you MJ." Peter tore off his uniform and curled up on the floor.
"I'll always be there for you Peter. Goodbye." MJ
Peter pressed the red 'hang up' button and left a small puddle of blood from where his hands had bled themselves raw.
"Yes, MJ. I'll always be there for you too." ~ But, ~ said that nagging voice at the back of his head, ~ how long will it be till there's no MJ either? ~ Peter shuddered on the floor and tried to think of the good times he had with his now deceased best friend.
