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Author's Note: Yo yo yo my homies! Okay, that was lame. But whatever. Lala. I hope this is good. I'm gonna try to write more often, since it calms me and you guys seem to enjoy it. Thanks for reading this!
Chapter 7: Pensive Thoughts
Spiderman emerged from the alley on one strong line of webbing anchored to an overhead lamppost. He soared over several small children, all of which gasped and pointed at him excitedly. "Yeah, Spidey!" "You go, webbed-dude!" He received many thumbs-up and cheeky grins, all of which caused him to grin under his mask.
Red and blue barreled overhead into the blocky form of the mugger. The large man howled as he fell with the limber Spiderman on his back. Spidey quickly twisted the purse from the thug's clenched fingers and planted a strong kick on the crook's jaw before webbing him up and hanging him neatly from the nearest lamppost.
Patty stood right outside the door to the restaurant she had just come out of, and couldn't help but gape at this masked enforcer of the law. He was astounding. A specimen that idealized what this society prized. He was strong, fast, gifted, and worked to enforce all that humanity had achieved. So why did that young man on the corner give Spiderman a dirty look as the masked man handed the yellow purse back to the old woman who grinned and gave him a huge hug? Why was that mother huddling her children away from Spiderman as he turned in their direction to swing away? Questions...there's just too many questions...so many questions...all that must be answered... She scratched her chin thoughtfully, but eventually just shrugged and walked off.
The odd-eyed college student passed a dark alley, not giving it any thought. But inside that alley was a panting Peter Parker with his Spider-Man costume half-on, half-off. He froze as Patty passed, but sighed with relief as she passed. "Okay..." He muttered to himself. "She doesn't know. I'll just have to make sure she doesn't see me." While putting his clothing on, he continued talking to himself. "But that shouldn't be too hard. I mean, what's the chance of you running into the person you're trying to avoid in this big city?"
With his costume hidden beneath his street clothing, Peter slowly made his way down the streets of New York, doing his best to avoid being trampled by the fast-moving crowds.
Patty meandered down the sweeping streets, pulling her arms into herself as a quick breeze ran by. Hmmm...why do I get such a funny feeling about this Spider-Man? I mean...he's so wonderfully different yet people seem to not recognize what they're staring at. Come on, people. You're looking at a real hero...why can't you see that? I guess that's what makes us human. We never accept what's different because we fear seeing a change outside what we're used to. That's why evolution has been so hard on us. We always resist change because we've stuck ourselves in our own little ruts. We like our ruts. Our ruts are our lives. Without our ruts, we are nothing. She sighed and kicked a small rock into a gutter. That's right. Right there, that gutter is my rut. I live in that gutter day in and day out. She shuddered. The thought made her stomach turn upside-down and inside out. She had to get home. Her father would want to perform a follow-up on her that night, and that meant that she'd need to take a nap if she didn't want to become a zombie. Pulling her arms around her thin body tightly, the strange student hurried down the street, not taking her eyes off the concrete before her.
Peter shuffled down the street, letting his mind wander to his night with Mary Jane. Wow...I can't believe she's going to marry me. It's like a dream. A good dream, but bad. I just can't help but think that one day I'm going to wake up and look in the mirror, and realize that MJ isn't real and that all of this has just been one giant fantasy cooked up by some sick-minded criminal bent on destroying Spider-Man. He shuddered, realizing that the mere thought of this shot fear pangs into his heart. So he shoved the ideas from his mind and locked them in a small drawer at the back of his brain, somewhere he rarely visited.
Damnit. Patty cursed to herself as the clouds overhead began to leak. The rain streamed down the sides of the buildings, and down the people as well. Just my luck...I really need to get a car. She sighed and continued walking, or shuffling rather. This sucks. The weather bites, I have a long walk ahead of me, and... She was interrupted from her thoughts by a sharp cry that was quickly muffled. Though her head told her to keep walking, her body took action and sent her running into the alley where the scream had started.
Patty found herself facing several street-punks, all her age and older, huddled around a 16-year-old girl with light brown hair, hazel eyes, and a beyond-her-age good figure. The tallest punk stepped forward, thumping a wrench against his outstretched right palm. "Well well. Looks like we've got another volunteer for our little party."
The young girl's eyes widened in fear, and Patty could see herself reflected in those large hazel eyes. Her own reflection made her wince, though she didn't know why. But she couldn't concentrate on this girl. Right now, she'd have to convince this dolt that she wasn't around to be a gang-rape toy. "Actually, I just came to chaperone. You know. Make sure things didn't get too rough." She cracked her knuckles, which caused the men to laugh.
"Oh lookit what we've got here. This hot little number thinks she's gonna break up our little get-together. Well, we'll just show her what we're made of, won't we boys?" He grinned and motioned to his goons to surround Patty.
Oh shit. Oh fuckety-fuck fuck fuck shit-pile. This isn't good. Why am I getting myself into these situations? Why? She crouched slightly, and got a good look at the three men surrounding her. Okay. There are five of 'em. Three around me, the Master of Ceremonies, as he seems to be, and the guy holding that poor girl. Okay. Just gotta get rid of these goons, take on the main man, kick around the hostage-taker, and voila the girl is free. Sounds simple enough. Now I just gotta follow through... She gulped once, and then prepared herself for a fight.
Author's Note: Yo yo yo my homies! Okay, that was lame. But whatever. Lala. I hope this is good. I'm gonna try to write more often, since it calms me and you guys seem to enjoy it. Thanks for reading this!
Spiderman emerged from the alley on one strong line of webbing anchored to an overhead lamppost. He soared over several small children, all of which gasped and pointed at him excitedly. "Yeah, Spidey!" "You go, webbed-dude!" He received many thumbs-up and cheeky grins, all of which caused him to grin under his mask.
Red and blue barreled overhead into the blocky form of the mugger. The large man howled as he fell with the limber Spiderman on his back. Spidey quickly twisted the purse from the thug's clenched fingers and planted a strong kick on the crook's jaw before webbing him up and hanging him neatly from the nearest lamppost.
Patty stood right outside the door to the restaurant she had just come out of, and couldn't help but gape at this masked enforcer of the law. He was astounding. A specimen that idealized what this society prized. He was strong, fast, gifted, and worked to enforce all that humanity had achieved. So why did that young man on the corner give Spiderman a dirty look as the masked man handed the yellow purse back to the old woman who grinned and gave him a huge hug? Why was that mother huddling her children away from Spiderman as he turned in their direction to swing away? Questions...there's just too many questions...so many questions...all that must be answered... She scratched her chin thoughtfully, but eventually just shrugged and walked off.
The odd-eyed college student passed a dark alley, not giving it any thought. But inside that alley was a panting Peter Parker with his Spider-Man costume half-on, half-off. He froze as Patty passed, but sighed with relief as she passed. "Okay..." He muttered to himself. "She doesn't know. I'll just have to make sure she doesn't see me." While putting his clothing on, he continued talking to himself. "But that shouldn't be too hard. I mean, what's the chance of you running into the person you're trying to avoid in this big city?"
With his costume hidden beneath his street clothing, Peter slowly made his way down the streets of New York, doing his best to avoid being trampled by the fast-moving crowds.
Patty meandered down the sweeping streets, pulling her arms into herself as a quick breeze ran by. Hmmm...why do I get such a funny feeling about this Spider-Man? I mean...he's so wonderfully different yet people seem to not recognize what they're staring at. Come on, people. You're looking at a real hero...why can't you see that? I guess that's what makes us human. We never accept what's different because we fear seeing a change outside what we're used to. That's why evolution has been so hard on us. We always resist change because we've stuck ourselves in our own little ruts. We like our ruts. Our ruts are our lives. Without our ruts, we are nothing. She sighed and kicked a small rock into a gutter. That's right. Right there, that gutter is my rut. I live in that gutter day in and day out. She shuddered. The thought made her stomach turn upside-down and inside out. She had to get home. Her father would want to perform a follow-up on her that night, and that meant that she'd need to take a nap if she didn't want to become a zombie. Pulling her arms around her thin body tightly, the strange student hurried down the street, not taking her eyes off the concrete before her.
Peter shuffled down the street, letting his mind wander to his night with Mary Jane. Wow...I can't believe she's going to marry me. It's like a dream. A good dream, but bad. I just can't help but think that one day I'm going to wake up and look in the mirror, and realize that MJ isn't real and that all of this has just been one giant fantasy cooked up by some sick-minded criminal bent on destroying Spider-Man. He shuddered, realizing that the mere thought of this shot fear pangs into his heart. So he shoved the ideas from his mind and locked them in a small drawer at the back of his brain, somewhere he rarely visited.
Damnit. Patty cursed to herself as the clouds overhead began to leak. The rain streamed down the sides of the buildings, and down the people as well. Just my luck...I really need to get a car. She sighed and continued walking, or shuffling rather. This sucks. The weather bites, I have a long walk ahead of me, and... She was interrupted from her thoughts by a sharp cry that was quickly muffled. Though her head told her to keep walking, her body took action and sent her running into the alley where the scream had started.
Patty found herself facing several street-punks, all her age and older, huddled around a 16-year-old girl with light brown hair, hazel eyes, and a beyond-her-age good figure. The tallest punk stepped forward, thumping a wrench against his outstretched right palm. "Well well. Looks like we've got another volunteer for our little party."
The young girl's eyes widened in fear, and Patty could see herself reflected in those large hazel eyes. Her own reflection made her wince, though she didn't know why. But she couldn't concentrate on this girl. Right now, she'd have to convince this dolt that she wasn't around to be a gang-rape toy. "Actually, I just came to chaperone. You know. Make sure things didn't get too rough." She cracked her knuckles, which caused the men to laugh.
"Oh lookit what we've got here. This hot little number thinks she's gonna break up our little get-together. Well, we'll just show her what we're made of, won't we boys?" He grinned and motioned to his goons to surround Patty.
Oh shit. Oh fuckety-fuck fuck fuck shit-pile. This isn't good. Why am I getting myself into these situations? Why? She crouched slightly, and got a good look at the three men surrounding her. Okay. There are five of 'em. Three around me, the Master of Ceremonies, as he seems to be, and the guy holding that poor girl. Okay. Just gotta get rid of these goons, take on the main man, kick around the hostage-taker, and voila the girl is free. Sounds simple enough. Now I just gotta follow through... She gulped once, and then prepared herself for a fight.