Questions and Answers
"Let me go!" the girl shrieked.
"Will you talk to me first?" Peter asked, "I'll promise to let you go."
"I don't talk to anyone," the girl snapped.
"Why not?" Peter asked.
The girl's angry face faltered slightly with sorrow. Then she pulled the anger back; she growled, "I'm alone in the world. A freak."
"That makes two of use," Peter said with a slight smile, "My name is Peter. Tell me, what is yours?"
The girl was quiet for a moment, then she said, "My name is Lillian."
"That's a nice name," Peter said, "How did you come to live here?"
"This is where I've been since I was little," she said. Pete felt a slight ease in her voice by now. She wasn't doing near straining. Lillian waited for Peter, but when he was silent she became uneasy. "What do you want from me?"
Peter sighed; he wasn't going to get much from her. Peter crawled among the rafters to Lillian's upper right claw. "What are you doing?!" she growled as he touched the tentacle. Peter pulled at the sticky web and soon the claw was free. Lillian jerked it out of Peter's reach. The claw opened and stared at him.
"Why are you hanging from the ceiling?" she asked.
"I was bitten by a super spider that gave me these powers. In the city, I'm known as Spiderman," Peter smiled shyly.
"Why are you telling me this?" Lillian asked. Peter paused for a moment to think.
"I guess, because I've never met a person who's. . . like me," Peter smiled. Lillian's mouth twisted into a confused look.
"Could you free me?" Lillian asked with an edge of a growl. Peter nodded and one by one freed the metal claws. Once free, Lillian moved back. Lillian landed on the ground and the tentacles lifted above her. "Aren't you going to leave move?" she asked.
"Do you want me to?" Peter asked. She looked puzzled. "If you'd like to be left alone I can disappear forever." Distress wrote itself across Lillian's face. "You don't like being alone." Peter said it more as a statement then a question. Lillian looked down. The metal claws picked her up and she began to walk away. "I didn't mean to offend you," Peter said, "I could stay if you'd like."
Lillian turned back with two claws staring at him. "Maybe another night, Peter." Lillian turned and left. Peter could hear the quiet clink of the tentacles as they carried Lillian into the shadows of thought and loneliness. Peter Parker sighed and turned to leave. Another night, yes, he would come another night. He and Lillian. . . there was some kind of connection. They were very different, and yet. . . the same.
WOOT!!!! Wow, this is great. Finally, time to get another chapter. More I hope! Thanks for the reviews. Much Love. Sunny.