Disclaimer: I own NOTHING having to do with Spiderman. I only own the characters I make up myself. OK, so read on.

Author: This is an idea I got almost the moment after the second movie ended, so I have been working on it. This is my first Spiderman fic so bare with me.

Prologue: The Past Dreams

A loud crash startled the girl, who lifted her head off her pillow. Soon, she heard commotion in the hallway outside her door. She opened her door and looked out into the hallway.

Girls about her age were running past toward the elevators and stairs.

"What's going on?" asked the girl to another

"Something is happening to the old pier," exclaimed the other girl.

The girl in the door watched as her answerer ran with the others into an open elevator. Then, the girl went inside her room and looked out the window. From there, she could see the old pier, which seemed to be collapsing in on itself. "No," she said in a low tone.

The girl soon turned and ran out of her room. She ran to the stairs and went down 18 flights to the bottom level.

Everyone was standing outside, watching the old pier from afar. The girl went around the crowd and started to run toward the pier.

"LOTUS!!!" cried an adult.

But she didn't hear them, the girl just ran. Even when the police cars pasted her, she continued to run.

When she arrived at the start of the pier, the police had already blocked it off and there was already a crowd of people. The girl through the crowd, but didn't stop when she had gotten to the front, she continued to run.

A cop grabbed her as she went past. Feeling frantic, she did the first thing that came to her mind; she kicked him in the knee. When he had let go, she started to run again.

She was fast, really fast, she ran past some other officers and two seemingly random people. She reached to end of the pier fairly quickly and stared down at the water.

She watched the light of the mini sun fade into the murky water. She also saw three other lights flicker to a halt; these were from the arms… his arms. "No, please no," she said in a childish voice. The young 15-year-old girl didn't take her eyes off the water as they started to fill with tears.

The cops reached her just as her collapsed in sadness, her hands covering her face.

"Hay, this is a restricted…." The officer stopped when he saw her collapse. The police ran up around her. "Miss, are you ok?" asked one of the officers.

She uncovered her face and looked at them. "I am alone."

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Lotus shot up in her bed, her eyes slightly watery. She looked around quickly, then realized she was in her room. "That dream," Lotus wiped her eyes and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "That memory," she scooted off the bed and walked over to the window, looking at the old pier.

Lotus felt that the incident had happened yesterday, though it was a month and a half old.

Lotus turned and walked over to a shelf, where there were pictures. She picked one up and turned to the light, turning it on making it easier to see.

The picture was from her 8th birthday party. She was sitting in the middle of a crowd of kids about the same age. Her parents were off to the left, smiling happily at the camera. Also in the picture, to the right, was on other person. He was a friend of her dad's; more like a brother then he never had because like Lotus, her dad was an only child. So, to the 8 year old in the picture, the man was like an uncle, her only uncle because her mother was an only child, too.

Lotus remembered this date, but how could she forget, since this was the last picture of her parents and her together. For it was taken two months before they died in a car crash.

Lotus looked again at her non-related uncle, a smile tugged at her face. She remembered that after reading the wills of bother her parents, she was sent from Philadelphia to New York to live with her non-related uncle and his wife. This was because that in both wills, it stated that she was to live this them if anything where to happen to her parents.

Lotus put the picture down and laid back down in her bad, looking up at the ceiling. "How I miss you, NR uncle Otto Octavious."

((Ok, NR means non-related, just for your info. Please... review.))