Easiest five grand a person like me could ever make. In fact... I went on to make much more.. and lose just as much. I'd been gone for several weeks. I did show up for school a couple times. Until, they became aware of the fact that I had gone missing. Then they attempted to contact Uncle Ben. 'Course I didn't let them do that. Anyway I started making a name for myself in wrestling. I managed to get some money, and put myself up in a little hotel. Not the best diggs, but better than an alleyway. 'Course I practiced with my powers a lot too. Can't say it was all fun and games, something like that is pretty hard to get a handle on.

Peter leapt from the roof of a building. And caught onto a flag pole. He used his weight to spin around it, and thats when he payed for that mistake, the lack of gloves, caused for somewhat of a dry burn on his hands. When he let go, and he let go as soon as it started hurting, he soared through the air and crashed through a window. Landing in a room. where two kids were... well.... screwing. They stared at him. He stared at them. Peter stood up. "I hope this is a lesson for you kids.. .You never know when a man-spider is just gonna leap through your window... "

Pete was leaping across rooftops. Practicing his jumping techniques. When he landed on a skylight, and shattered through it. He hurtled several floors through the air. And landed flat on a giant wedding cake. He looked around. Cake was splattered everywhere, and the entire reception was looking at him. He picked up the plastic bride and groom from the cake, looked at it and handed it to the groom. " Congratulations?"

Pete was practicing his wall crawling, by WALKING up the side of a building one evening. As he was walking up he passed a scaffold on it stood a man wearing a dark red leather suit. Parker looked at him and raised and eyebrow. He looked him up and down. Peeked at the horns at the stick he was carrying, and coughed. The man turned his head towards him. "What?" Peter said nothing. "Seriously. What?" The man repeated. Pete bit his lip. "Well... I mean.. the leather? Are you like blind?" The guy laughed. "Why yes I am." Pete looked shocked for a minute. "Uh.. but you on a building side... in leather... with a large stick." The man laughed. "Well ... your walking up the side of a building." Pete thought for a minute and finally said. "Ya I guess you have a point. But your .. wearing leather..." "You didn't see me. I didn't see you." The man replied, before he leapt from the side of the scaffold. Pete mumbled. "YOU CANT SEE ME. Your blind." Then from below he heard a voice yell back. "I HEARD THAT!"

OK maybe I lied. It was pretty fun.

Now. Whenever I went out there I wore a mask. Don't want people knowing what I look like. Just not cool. And I realized I'd come into better shape than anytime in my life. I looked, and felt great. Of course emotionally... things were still a little traumatic. And then one night. Uncle Ben showed up.. and things became complicated... more so than before.

The ring shook, and Pete dropped a guy into the mat. The man moaned. This was no fake, set up wrestling. This was the REAL deal. Of course Parker went easy on them. After all he did NOT want any deaths on his concience. He pinned the man, and gave the crowd a little show. It felt great to be receiving so much attention. He was for once, truly special. He looked out into the audience. There were TV crews. From the local tv channel. Reporters from the Bugle. All sorts of people of all shapes and forms. And they loved him. HIM. Then he noticed someone in the crowd. He would have recognized that face anywhere. It was a stone face, one of strength and wisdom, but at the same time, great joy. Uncle Ben. Peter swallowed hard. DId he know it was Peter? Probably. Him and Uncle Ben had spent long nights watching wrestling on television. And why would that change? Even when Pete wasn't around to watch it with him. Ben looked unpleased. Yep. He knew.

Pete was hurrying down the walkway. He wanted to avoid his uncle. He could not bear to face him. Not yet. He hurried into the back. No sign of Ben following him. GREAT. He sighed releif. Turned around and began to walk down through the tunnels to collect from the manager. He took of his mask to take a breather. A heavy hand placed itself upon Parkers shoulder. "Shit." He turned around to face Uncle Ben.

"Peter Benjamin Parker." Uncle Ben gave him a deep hug. A tear fell from his eye. "Peter... May died." The words stung Pete with an unmatchable pain. No. She couldn't have. It wasn't possible. "Dear god." Peter's breathing became rapid. He wanted to cry. He could hardly move. He was almost paralyzed. Uncle Ben let him go. And Peter dropped to his knees. Holding his head in his hands. Tears streamed his face. "WhY? WHY!? ITS MY FAULT!!!!! OH MY GOD! UNCLE BEN...." Pete broke down. A bitter taste filled his mouth. Ben dropped down to his knees and held Pete in his arms. "Its ok Pete. Don't worry. Its not your fault. She just... she ... it scared her... it scared me to. She was just too hold to handle it" Pete cried. "I killed her... because of that DAMNED SPIDER!!!!!!! DAMN IT!!!" He wiped at his tears. He struggled from Bens arms and got up. He began to walk down the hall. "Peter wait." He wasn't listening. "PETER! LISTE-" Pete cut him off. "Stay AWAY FROM ME UNCLE BEN! I don't... I don' t wanna hurt you too.... "

Pete hurried down the hall. Ben called to him. He stopped to listen. "Peter. Your growing up. What ever your turning into. It doesn't have to be some sort of monster! PETER THERE ARE PLENTLY OF MUTANTS OUT THERE! THEY ALL LIVE WITH THEIR ABILITIES DAY IN AND DAY OUT! YOU CAN DO IT TO! YOUR A SPECIAL BOY PETER, BUT YOU CAN STILL FIT IN! JUST REALIZE THAT!" Pete breathed a sad, deep breathe. "Stay away Uncle Ben..." he called. "I love you. I don't want the same thing to happen to you as Aunt May." He began to walk slowly, waiting to see if Ben would follow. He did. Hurriedly he came around the corner. They looked at eachother. "Pete... I know your a young man trying to find yourself. You dont understand what your turning into right now... but some day you will. You'll figure it out. And I hope.. that .. someday you can come back to me. Because Peter... I love... you.. with or without the powers ..." Parker walked again. This time Uncle Ben didn't follow.

Pete collected his money, and was on his way. He was depressed, beyond all measures. Aunt May was dead. He couldn't return to Uncle Ben because he didn't want to fuck up his life anymore. And the manager had just fired him. Called him a wall crawling freak. Told him he had too much of an unfair advantage out there. Well Pete showed THAT guy what he was made of when he took the door off of its hinges and threw it at him. Lousy end to a lousy day. He headed back on to his motel room. Maybe if he got some sleep he could clear his head.

It was late and dark, and Pete rather than building hop, walked back to his temporary abode. Along the way, he noticed the unbeleivable amount of crime throughout the city. It was sickening. And then something occured to Pete. Why not steal? It was profitable. It wasn't decent. It wasn't moral. But very profitable. He could set up a whole new life for himself. Somewhere else. And the likelyhood of him being caught with HIS powers was very slim. So why not? Yea why not.

One of my not so bright ideas. It was immoral. But I wanted cash. I wanted the big time. No matter HOW I got there I still intended to get there. It was stupid of me. Flat out stupid. Its like they say about Karma. What goes around, comes around... well it definately came back around.

Pete had slept on the idea indeed. He decided to rob a bank. And what better way than straight out. He lurked around the alley ways and rooftops most of the day. Plotting, and planning an escape. A method of entrance. He had even started work on a formula for webbing. It wasn't nearly ready though. It was still in its early stages. But he was ready and when it came time to perfrom the robbery. Things went a little differently than planned.

First, Pete called home. To Uncle Ben. Just in case there would never be another chance to speak. No answer. He left a message: "Uncle Ben. I am going to do something I''m not very proud of. But I do it. So I can stay out of your life. So I don't have to be a root of problem. I'm going to leave town. I want you to forget about me.. I love you Uncle Ben."

Next he got his mask and stuff ready. Just outside on a rooftop he put the mask on, and crawled down the side of the building into an alley.

Then. It was robbing time.

Pete pushed open the doors. Of course somehow he did not really draw attention. He had the hood of a jacket he purchased, pulled over his head. He was preparing himself emotionally for this. He had never done something so... so.. wrong in his life. He stepped into line. Several minutes passed, and he was to be next in line. When the man in front of him did the unexpected. He raised a gun in the air, and fired it. "EVERYONE DOWN THIS IS A HOLD UP!"

Ben was heading to the store to pick up some food when he noticed on the side of a building a shadow, lurking and watching. He had yet to get Peters message. But he knew deep down that was Peter up there. Pete was the only person he knew capable of that sort of scaling of buildings. He parked on the side of the road and watched closely. Waiting, anticipating what Pete would be doing. He noticed that his nephew had been wearing his wrestling mask. This made Ben antsy. Pete couldn't have been trying something.. well... foolish could he? Ben stepped out and followed him as he went into the bank. That feeling that something was wrong? It was stronger now. And when that gun went off. Ben could not help but being shocked at what transpired.

Everyone dropped. The floor was carpeted with people. Except Peter who kept standing. Oh shit he thought. My plans ruined. The pointed the gun at Peter. Peter looked down the shaft. "Don't you think its a little early in our relationship for this sort of thing?" The man was dumbfounded. Totally confused. For a second that is. Of course thats all Pete needed. He moved so quick that he was a blur, at least to the ordinary person. And like magic he disarmed the man. The gun was now his, and he backhanded the guy across the room, dropping him onto the floor.

I assumed the guy was out cold. You know. Down for the count. But you know waht assuming does, right? It makes an ASS out of U and ME...

The woman behind the counter was so ecstatic she began laughing. "OH MY GOD! THANK YOU SO MUCH! THAT ... THAT WAS AMAZIN'!" Pete smiled through his mask. "No problem." He turned the gun on her. "Now just gimme the money. And we'll all be happy right?" The woman stepped back. She had a look of dissapointment in her eyes. First she gets robbed, robbed gets beaten unconcious, then she gets robbed by the guy who saved her. Great circle of life.

She began to empty out the money. It was so clique. Robbing a bank. Then the doors opened and Ben stepped in. "PETER!" Parker turned his head. Shit shit shit. It was Uncle Ben. He didn't know what to say. "Pete... what are you resorting too? I told you... this is no way to live. Just because your different you don't have to have to.." Pete became angry now. "Have to what? Huh Ben? What turn into the monster that I am? THAT WE ALL KNOW I AM!" He dropped the gun on the floor. It fired into the counter. He looked around. Making sure everyone was alright. "Sorry about that..." he scratched his head. Ben stepped up to him. "Peter.. why? I can see you care about these people. Otherwise you wouldn't have been so worried where your bullet went. Otherwise you would have robbed the guy who was robbing the bank. You didn't want civilians hurt and you know its true young man. Pete... I care what you do with your life. And I dont want to see you going off and getting into trouble because your afraid of your abilities, and what you might do with them. Peter. Understand me when I tell you this. This power... that you have. Its a GREAT and AMAZING power. And there are many people out there who have power JUST AS GREAT. But heres the thing. Some of those people? They do not use that power to do better. They use it for personal gain Pete. They make the world a much colder, and terrible place. Pete. You can do great things with your power, good or bad things. But great none the less. The thing is my boy, that you have to ask yourself one question. Do you want to be one of those people who makes this world cold ... and devoid of love and caring? Or would you rather use your powers to make a difference, a difference that can mean everything, especially in a city where brotherhood, and caring about your fellow man is rare and seldom? Pete... With great power, also comes great responsibility... remember that. " Pete had nothing to say. He couldn't. Then he realized something he had not minutes ago. The police were coming. And now they were close.

Ben smiled at Pete. "What are you going to do Peter?" Pete looked at the teller. And shook his head. He, felt rotten. Like he was allowing himself to become this beast, when he should have been fighting it head on. Then he noticed. The man was no longer laying on the floor. A deep, profound sense of danger hit Parker like a brick wall. His spider-sense went crazy. Then the bullet hit ... Uncle Ben.

While they had been talking the man had snuck over to his gun and gotten a hold of it. Pete should have realized it but he didn't. He was to busy feeling guilty. And when Ben stopped talking the man took his opportunity to fire. Ben Parker fell forward, into his nephews arms. Pete didn't think about anything. Just Ben. The bullet had pierced his chest. Fortunately Parker had moved intime to dodge it. Sad to say Ben hadn't and it was inevitable that he would die. His eyes were already becoming glossy."UNCLE BEN! UNCLE BEN!" Parker began screaming, as the man made his way towards the door still a little whacked out by what he did. Ben smiled at Peter. "Remember Pete.... be better than......... tha....t........." he faded began fading off. "I LOVE YOU UNCLE BEN!!" tears welled in Peters, as he hugged his uncle.

Spider-sense. The world stopped. Slow. He could already see the man, in his mind, getting ready to fire. He dodged the bullets that came. The man aimed towards the group of people, who began to let out screams. How could Peter stop those bullets? There was one option. He got infront of the civilians. They hadn't done ANYTHING wrong. They DID NOT deserve this. He allowed the bullets to pierce him. Three altogether. One through his hand. Another in his leg. The last... his bicep. Pete hit the ground. It was so painful. Two of the bullets had cleared their wounds, come out the otherside. But the one that had gone into his leg stayed. That would be a pain to remove later on. Definately a pain.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! HOW DARE YOU! ITS ONE THING TO ROB A BANK! ITS ONE THING TO STEAL FROM PEOPLE! BUT IT IS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT THING TO TAKE LIVES OF INNOCENT BYSTANDERS! NO ONE! I MEAN NO ONE DESERVES TO DIE WHEN THEY HAVE NO AFFILIATION WITH THE MATTER! YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" The man looked terrified, he took off for the door firing at Peter as he went. Pete, with the agility of a spider, leapt around. Gracefully landing in various places. Leaving blood stains in his wake. The man freaked, he jumped for the door. Parker stopped him. Landing on his back, and throwing him by the neck through a pain of glass. "DIE YOU HORRIBLE MAN!" He landed on the guy. His foot pressing into his throat. He looked right into the eyes of the crook, and realized exactly who it was. The manager. From the wrestling arena. It suddenly occurred to Peter where the man had gotten all of his money from. It wasn't the matches. No. It was robbing banks. Stealing from, and killing innocent people. He choked in disgust. Then for a moment he pulled back his mask to allow the man to see his face. Astonished fear crept over him. Pete pulled the mask back down. No one else had seen him. And now he would make this criminal pay for what he had done.

He balled a fist with the hand that was not bleeding profusely. And began to pound into him. Laying in deep blow after deep blow. HItting him, until his mask was drenched in tears, and clothes were covered in blood. The mans face had collapsed in. The punches had been so hard, he had crushed the guys skull. And now he was dead. The police were surrounding the area. Bystanders watched. The people from the bank came outside. Everyone watched in horror. Peter saw his reflection in a glass window. What had he become...

I left before the cops could stop me. And I cried. A good long cry. All by myself. Atop a tall building. I was forced to grow up quick. Because now.. that everyone I cared about was dead... I was alone.. All alone...

End of Origins Part 3


I think somewhere along the way I kinda lost the flare that I try to put into the stories... hmm.. lemme know what you think... personally i don think this came out all that good