Chap9

Peter clutched his hips. They had stopped throbbing, but had become numb, making it difficult to walk. The police believed it was Spider-man who got the thugs, because of the webs. The thugs were tied to the brick walls for more than two hours, longer than Spider-man's webs usually held. The police were puzzled, but they brushed this incident aside, and arrested precisely sixteen muggers. Peter pointed out to the police that several escaped.

"With the help of Spider-man, I assume." one officer said.

"Don't mind him, kid." Another officer addressed to Peter kindly, "You look beat. Would you like a ride home?"

"Yea, that would be nice." He didn't have enough money to ride a bus. He doubted he'd make it home by walking or the famous 'Spidey Express', considering his condition, which wasn't really good.

The first officer snorted.

The nice officer ignored him, "Get in the car, then."


"I'm fine, MJ," Aunt May said kindly, "Is it necessary to visit me at these hours?"

"Well...Let's say I got bored." Mary Jane smiled, "It's only eight, Aunt May."

Aunt May sighed tiredly, "Where's Peter?"

"He's busy." MJ replied. Aunt May always wanted them to be a couple and stay one. No way would she disappoint an old lady like her. Peter would be busy, anyways.

The elderly lady nodded.

The hospital room's wooden door opened. A tall, blonde woman gripped its doorknob, and closed it quietly behind her. She was very stylish--black and pink off-the-shoulder shirt with black lean jeans. Her high-heeled boots were elegant and punk at the same time.

MJ pulled her jacket over her tight top with a cheesy floral design.

The strange blonde, right away, walked to an unconscious patient, sharing the same room as Aunt May, on one of the hospital beds. She recognized Aunt May as the lady who lives right below her. She chose to ignore her and her red-haired companion as she sat down beside the person whom she'd come for.

"Poor girl."

"Huh?" MJ realized it was Aunt May who said it.

"She was brought in this afternoon after being shot. I heard the doctors; she has a tumor in her brain."

"She was shot and she has cancer? I thought tumors could be surgically removed?"

"Shut up, woman. You know nothing about it." The blonde snapped.

"I, I'm sorry." MJ wondered if she'd said the wrong thing, if not, too loudly.

"It's okay, I just felt mad for a second." The woman bit her lips,"It's too late for a surgery."

Ask if she'll die. That's a not a pretty idea, Mary Jane. "Oh...um, uh, I need to go to the bathroom." she stuttered.

"Have I met you somewhere before?" the blonde, who you might have guessed now, must be Nalla, asked. Didn't she see her on some posters half a year ago?

"I don't think so, no."

"Oh. I thought you had to go to the bathroom?"

"Yea, right," Mary Jane left unwillingly.

Nalla turned to her sleeping sister.

"Hello Bridget." Nalla said cheerfully. She put her index finger on Bridget's forehead and tapped it for no reason. She trailed her finger along her eyebrows and down her beautiful face. Nal's nose started to sting again. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Aunt May saw all this, and felt awfully sympathetic for the siblings. She rested, closing her eyes.

Nal whispered, "I got the job, Sis. Wake up so I can spend the fortune with you." Nalla pulled out a check. On it printed '150 000.00' and at the bottom, 'Oscorp' to 'Nalla Zil'. She waved it in Bridget's pale face, "Mr. Osborn got it all wrong, he thought I was some mastermind so he hired me. He wants me to bring him Spider-man's body by the end of this week, or I'm not getting the rest of the payment."

Aunt May heard 'Spider-man' and 'Osborn'. She worried, but didn't question Nalla, knowing it was wrong to eavesdrop. She slept, not wanting to hear anymore.

Nalla continued, "This is murder, I know. But Osborn said he'd take care of it, so I thought 'what's to lose?' I'm starting to regret, Sis. I thought I could even kill him for you. This is three hundred thousand bucks. I guess it's normal for poor people like us to be attracted to it, right?

"Nalla Zil? I heard you were a brilliant agent. How about three hundred thousand for Spider-man's body?" Harry Osborn said.

Nalla was confused. Harry called her to come to his house, thinking she was a great spy? Furthermore, he wanted her to kill Spider-man. Nal was clever, she knew it. Sure she hated Spider-man, but kill him? Then she remembered her sister.

Bridget's hospital bills.

Her dream of having a company as powerful as Oscorp...used to be.

Money.

Nal's official plan: Take the money first, Spider-man killing plan shall be developed...soon.

"I also know for a fact that you're a reporter at the Daily Bugle. I'm warning you-- don't give me, or that freak any publicity or your money stays with me."

"You have a deal, Osborn."

"Did you do anything bad behind my back, Bridget? 'Cause now you're hospitalized: and you'll probably... here, too. Bad people get bad ends: isn't that what Grandpa always told us? I thought you were the best person in the world. Either I'm mistaken, or it's just...fate that you die so young? Stop sleeping!!" Nalla squeezed Bridget's nose. Even if Bridget survived cancer, she'd never be able to move freely, because of the bullet that broke her delicate spine.

Mary Jane came in, but only heard the last part, and she felt like crying, too. She walked back to Aunt May to grab her bag so she can leave for supper. She still had her ankle cast.

Nalla looked up, "Did your mother get here because of last night's fire accident?"

"She's not my mother, her niece is my friend. How'd you know there was a fire?"

"We're neighbors."

MJ nodded in the 'I see' manner.

"Spider-man saved her?"

"Yea."

Nalla saw the casts on the old lady's shoulder, and wrists, and lightly chuckled, "He didn't do that good a job, did he? A fire can't do that."

Mary Jane thought it was useless telling someone about the Green Goblin, and pretended to agree with Nalla.

"Spider-man did this to my sister."

MJ was silent.

"I don't know... Anyways, I'm sure he's just a bastard in spandex. Feel sorry for his girlfriend." Nalla joked, "If he has one."

"He also happens to be a great big jerk, believe me, I know." MJ went with the almost offensive joke, "Maybe he has a wife and a deformed spider-kid."

"I wish I knew who he was, it'd be so much easier for me to kill him." Nalla spoke truthfully.

"Do you really?" MJ thought it was another joke.

The half asleep Aunt May heard all this and was disgusted. And she wasn't even Spider-man! How could Peter stand all these insults?

"All I know is that he's about five nine to ten tall. He's probably shorter." She smiled, "I'm Nalla." She was glad someone else loathed Spider-man like her.

"I can see that." MJ noted the Daily Bugle card hanging from her neck. Peter had a similar one.

Nalla Zil

Staff reporter DAILY BUGLE

Nalla pulled it off, "Forgot."

"Did you know your name spells Liz Allan backwards?"

"No, but that's interesting." Another useless, random, but interesting fact to stuff in her brain.

"I used to know someone called that. Elizabeth Allan."

"Interesting," Nal commented again, but this time with a hint of sarcasm.

"You work at the Daily Bugle?"

Way to state the obvious, thought Nalla. She nodded. Where was this conversation going?

Mary Jane was going to ask if she knew Peter Parker. She hesitated. Her questions and comments and nothing but random, "I have to go."

"Did you have dinner yet?"

"No, why?"

"'Cause I know a restaurant with the best filet. By the way, I dig your shirt."


As I stated earlier, their dialogue was nothing but random. I just felt like doing it. At least now you know what Nalla did over at Harry's house. This chapter was probably the easiest to do because of the meaningless dialogue between Nalla and MJ. I didn't even plan it beforehand. It took me only a little more than an hour to do it.

This story will be [discontinued] or progressing like a snail trying to climb up a wall because of SCHOOL!!!

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