*Author's note *: *Thank you to all that kindly reviewed my last chapter. I, as always, am very grateful for the kind comments of those who read. I hope you will forgive the lateness of this chapter and also the length. It is fairly short but I've been busy lately and I'm falling asleep right now as it is. Thanks a lot Dave… I just want to say that Chapter 6 will be longer, I promise. *
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Spider-man: Reversal Roles Chapter 5:
Gwen walked out of the principal's office with an exasperated sigh. She was finally let go, to go back to class since the incident during lunchtime. Those who were dumb enough to stick around after the fight was sent to give the principal their view sight of what really happened. Gwen told what she had seen and the principal had given her a look of skepticism. He soon sent her on her way back to class but Gwen decided to take a little detour, walking outside the gym to see the guys' track team run by.
It seemed impossible to her almost, how could Mary Jane Watson the school nerd, kick Allison Perry's ass?! Very easily it seemed. Maybe she was working out after school or taking a self-defense course that Gwen wasn't aware of and didn't decide to show anyone until that day. But how would it describe the total change in Mary Jane that she saw. She seemed frightened by what she had done once Allison's friends called her a freak.
Gwen turned the corner and leaned against the building staring up at the sun. The hot rays shown down on her face heating her skin, slowly she opened her dark eyes as she gazed about. Peter. She wanted to think about Peter. His soft blue eyes, delicate features, pouty full lips, his warm hands, arms that could wrap around the girl he would be with and hold her tight… All right, it was wrong of her to think of Peter like that when her best friend had a thing for him but still. Peter seemed like a really great guy and what girl wouldn't have the hots for him? It was just too bad that he was dating the school snob, Allison. Heck, Gwen had more to offer than Allison, and Gwen was actually nice to other people. Peter did not seem like the person who would be involved with someone who demeaned other people around her. Peter actually cared about people, and that's what made him so great. He was a jock, but a jock unlike all the rest.
She waved to a familiar face as she tried to steer clear of the thoughts in her mind. But how could she go for someone who her best friend was "in love" with? Just seemed wrong, but she couldn't help it. Gwen checked her watch for a moment. Half past two, she could go back to class just before the bell rang to let her out for her last class. Where did Mary Jane run off to anyways?
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She kept on running; her legs just didn't seem to stop moving. The words kept on repeating in her mind, "You really are a freak". Mary Jane Watson, the class nerd, the school freak. As if she couldn't stand out even more than she did now. She stopped finally and leaned against the brick building behind her. Slowly she moved a lock of hair that had messily fallen over her face, her heart couldn't stop pounding so hard. Could she just crawl under a rock and die?
The way that Peter Parker looked at her, fear…confusion and uncertainty. She never wanted him to look at her like that. The only thing that she had ever desired was for him to see her in a different light. Not the light of a nerd or a dork but instead he now saw her in a light of a violent temper, one that could harm people if she wanted to. Life was cruel, it never seemed to work out how she'd want it to, and she guessed that she was just made to suffer in life.
She looked down at her wrist where there was a tiny slit in the skin where her strange sticky webbing had shot out during her lunch in the cafeteria. She glanced up to the corner of the alleyway watching a spider working on his web. She slowly examined its perfect handiwork of the beautiful silken strung web. Then she felt it…a tingling in the very tips of her fingers that stirred something inside of her. Slowly she raised her hand in front of her face and saw something that chilled her to the bone. Tiny hairs that looked like perhaps…legs…were raised up on her pads. She pressed one hand to the brick wall and it stuck immediately. "No way, I'm dreaming," She thought as she pulled it again. She then tried it with her other hand and received the same reaction. She took a deep breath and then reached up with her left hand pressing it to the wall. Stuck. She did the same with the right hand and brought her knee up against the surface. She began to climb. It was unbelievable, she was lucky that no one was around to witness this, yet still she wouldn't mind if someone did, that way she wouldn't feel like she was losing her mind. She began to climb the wall, as if she was crawling on the ground. It seemed and felt natural but of course it wasn't. She glanced down to see how far she had already come and a huge grin came to her face. "Totally kickass." She murmured and pushed herself off the brick building as a test, sailing high into the sky and onto the roof of the building. She felt the breeze brush over her soft skin bringing excitement to her as she continued to run across the tops of the buildings. It was something out of cartoons or the comics as she began to leap from top to top. She drew her arms out beside her, imagining that she was a bird of some sort soaring over the tops of the trees. The tops of the buildings were her trees and the people were the ants. She glanced down with a serene smile as she passed over a building top, catching a group of girls playing jump rope.
Mary Jane skidded to a halt as she came to the very end of a building, a large gap resting between her and another building. There would be no real possible way of making the leap without her risking her life, and was it really worth it? She stepped out a little, resting the front of her foot over the edge. She almost lost her balance and cried out as she began to wheel forward. Ok, bad idea. She glanced across the way looking at the building top in front of her. Then a crane hanging just overhead of the billboard caught her eye. If she could get the web to attach to cable, then maybe she could swing across like "Jane of Tarzan"; she remembered what happened in the lunchroom. The slight slit in her wrist, the sticky substance emitting from under the skin and shooting out at the tray. Dare she try? Hell yeah! It was so worth trying for! She imagined herself on some TV. Show or comic book, as she got into a specific stance; bending her knees only slightly and jerking out her wrist.
"Go web!" She shouted with a super-hero like sound to her voice. Her hand was palm up with her fingers positioned in an odd way, her wrist aiming a little out. Nothing happened… She quirked her brow and just waved her hand as if she was summoning magic. "Fly!" Again nothing. Bah, this was crap. "Up, up and away web!" She jutted out her wrist again with hopes of the spidery web shooting out of her hand. Disappointment struck again when nothing happened. She began to use random quotes that she had heard over time trying new positions with her hand wondering how she got the web to shoot out in the first place. "Shizam!" Her palm was facing outward with her fingers out to the side. Again nothing. "Hi, ho, Silver!" She yelled thrusting out her wrist, almost expecting a sound of the web shooting out. 'Damnit! You're kidding me!' She yelled inwardly. "To the bat cave!" She yelled for no reason, closing her eyes and pointing her wrist up in the air. Nothing. "Go!" It was a different position with her fingers with the palm facing outwards towards the crane. "Go!" She gave a thumb up with a dry smirk. Then for fun she decided to try, "Go web, go!" She positioned her hand with two fingers sticking up, the index finger and the pinky, and began to bring the wrist up and down as if doing the sign they used at concerts like the Ozzfest. Like the ones before it, nothing happened. She wanted to give up but for some reason she tried a last one with just placing two fingers lightly against the lifeline of her palm and the webbing shot out. It shot out straight for the billboard far off and flittered to the ground. She furrowed her brows as she concentrated and aimed directly for the cable of the crane and tried it again. The second sound of the 'thwip' was heard and the webbing attached itself to the cable. She tugged on the webbing making sure that it was sturdy and began to wrap it extra tightly around her wrist. Death was out below, waiting for her. Beckoning to her. She could hear it call to her in a meek voice 'come Mary Jane, it's fun here. Please join us!' Er…ok so maybe 'death' wasn't calling out to her, but her imagination sure made it sound like it was. She focused on the building in front of her. 'Mary Jane Watson, is Queen's biggest idiot. She may be smart in school but she has no street smarts what so ever.' She thought to herself. She gulped nervously, fighting back the fear. "Tally ho." She said meekly. Closing her eyes she stepped off the edge. Now what seemed to happen after that to her was like slow motion. She could feel her body slicing through the air and the ground and walls seeming to rush up fast but she couldn't stop herself. She screamed during the whole trip over. Her shoes touched down on the building but she didn't seem to stop moving. 'Oh shit! Oh shit! Ohhh shit!' Her mind screamed as she began closing to the billboard, seeming to move so much faster, and then WHAM! Poor Mary Jane Watson collided into a billboard. She gave a half grunt and a half whimper as she lost her grip on the webbing and slid painfully down to the ground. For this, she was knocked out cold.