1.
I sore high above the streets of New York.
My suit is different that of my father. My suit is black with red waved through it.
That of my dad was blue and red.
When I come to a rest I sniff the air and think: 'If you could only see me now dad. You would have been so proud at me.'
I like it here. Something I always missed when I was a kid, but I never understood what it was. Now I know, and I'm glad I know.
Suddenly someone sits next to me.
He scares me so much that I jump at the side and fall of the edge. I fall a few meters down before I shoot webbing out of my wrist. With a somersault I land on the edge and look at the person that startled me so much. He wears the same costume as me but then blood red and with black stripes through it. Underneath my mask I raise an eyebrow and then yell in anger: 'Who are you?'
'They call me Juster.' he says.
'Well... Juster.' I start. 'Buzz of. This is my part of the city.' I snap.
He looks at me. I look back. 'What?' I snap.
'Poor little girl.' He says.
'WHAT? Little?' I narrow my eyes and hit him with my foot right in to his stomach.
'Don't you dare call me little?' I hiss en web away.
When I come home I throw my mask away and hide myself beneath the sheets of my bed.
A few minutes later I hear the door of my bedroom open and my mother enter.
I pull the sheet away and I look at my mother. She is surrounded in a black light.
'Mom, noo.' I cry in my head.
Tears are running over my cheeks.
My mother sits down next to me. She thinks I'm still sad about the fact that my dad died now four months ago.
'It is so hard.' I cry.
'Why did he had to die mom?' I cry.
She pets my hair and pulls me closer.
'I don't know Jeanne, I really don't know.' She says.
The telephone rings. My mother stands up and answers it.
'Mary Jane Parker.'
..
'Ow hai Harry. How are you?'
..
'Now? I mean…'
..
'NO I can't leave my daughter alone now. She needs me now more then ever Harry.'
..
'No Harry, don't, say it please.'
..
'I love you to Harry. I love you to.'
With open mouth I hear her say the last sentence.
She hangs up and looks over her shoulder and sees me standing.
'Honey... I...' She begins stuttering.
'Don't honey me mom. It is your own life, not mine, but I will never, never call Harry my father.' I say in anger. I run to my room.
I pull the mask over my head again and fly through the window.
While webbing through the air I notice after a while that I'm being followed.
The person comes next to me and I see that it is the Juster.
'Juster... What do you want?' I ask snappy.
'Hee little one nice to see you too.' he said and raises an arm.
I look at him but say nothing. Instead I begin to fly faster and faster.
He accepts the challenge and goes faster as well.
This little race goes on for a few blocks and then we both are knocked out of the sky.
'Spiderman's daughter. Hahahahaha. How wonderfull. Now I can kill you just like I killed your father.'
The voice is even worse then my worst nightmares.
'Who are you?' I ask and stand up painfully.
'Who I am? Well I am the son of the horrible Green Goblin!' He calls out.
'And I am the one who killed your father.'
Two seconds later he lands on the floor.
With all the anger I had in me I pushed in him of the hovering board and hit him hard in the face.
'You jerk. You filthy jerk!' I yell angry.
'How dare you taking him away from me.' I cry further.
The Juster takes me away from him.
With a light that hurts our eyes he gets away from us.
'This isn't over yet… I'll be back!!'
'And I'll be waiting!' I yell at him.
If the Goblin is gone I turn around and look at the Juster.
'Thanks.'
'No problem.'
'I don't know what I would have done if you didn't took me away from him.' I say.
I turn again and web away.
'Bye Juster.' I call out. 'I'll see you again one day.'
When I fly though my window into my new room I look at my desk. I see a picture of me and dad when I became twelve. My mother stands at the background.
I take the picture. I take off my mask and sit down on a chair.
With a soft hand I touch the glass. Like if I want touch my dad.
I swallow my upcoming tears away and put my clothes on top of my costume.
I walk out of my room and two voices come to me.
'Harry please. How must I tell this to Jeanne?' I hear my mother.
'We must tell her one day, mustn't we?'
I narrow my eyes. How could she? And just after four months that my dad is buried.
With a blood red face I come to the room.
'Mom. How is that you can forget dad so easily?'
'Now you must listen to me Jeanly.' Harry starts angry and he stands up.
'Don't you ever call me Jeanly again!!! That name was for my father alone! If you ever, ever, call me that way again. I swear I'll make your life so miserable. And one more thing. I was talking to my mother and not to you. She can answer for herself.' I cry.
'Jeanne. I must go on with my life and…'
'Spare me your excuses mom!' I say sniffing.
With an angry glare I look at Harry, turn away and walk out of the door.
On the streets it is crowded. Just like in my head.
I heard once from my dad that they had a history…
'Yeah a history. That is past thence. Not now.' I think.
I'm so up into my thoughts that I don't look where I walk and bum into someone.
We both fall.
'Auw…' I want to snap at the person, but I know it wouldn't do any good. It is me to blame. I didn't look where I was walking.
'I'm sorry.' I begin.
'It was my fault. I was thinking and I didn't know where I was walking.'
We look at each other.
The person I walked into is a boy somewhat older then me. He has pitch black hair and bleu grey eyes.
'Women…' I hear him mumble.
'What's that suppose to mean?' I ask snappy.
He looks at me and says: 'You women are always thinking and not paying attention on what's happening.'
'Excuse me?' I ask indignant.
'And you prove to be a resembling of my theory.' He says.
Before I know it myself I slap him in the face.
'Auw… you…' He grit.
'Serves you right.' I say interrupting his sentence.
I stand up and walk away.
After three hours walking I come home again.
When I open the front door the 'voice' shoots through my head again: 'DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!'
I look up and see the glider from the Goblin. One second later I hear my mother scream.
'NO!' I think in terror.
'Don't let him take away my mother as well!'
I run inside and see my mother bleeding on the floor.
I see the Goblin, standing above my mother, with a grin of sarcasm.
'Leave her alone!' I yell in anger.
He looks at me, grins and flies out of the window.
'Mom!' I run up to her and kneel down next to her.
I completely forgot why I was so angry with her.
Well I'm not really angry at her but more at Harry. He takes advantage of mom.
At dinner we hardly speak to each other.
We do the dishes quietly and after I walk back to my room.
I fall on my bed and sigh. I roll on my side and look at the picture that is on my table.
'Dad...' I whisper.
'I miss you so much…'
I close my eyes and fall a sleep.
I dream about my dad. How he got killed trying to save us.
When I wake up it is four in the morning. My pillow is wet from the tears.
I sore high above the streets of New York.
My suit is different that of my father. My suit is black with red waved through it.
That of my dad was blue and red.
When I come to a rest I sniff the air and think: 'If you could only see me now dad. You would have been so proud at me.'
I like it here. Something I always missed when I was a kid, but I never understood what it was. Now I know, and I'm glad I know.
Suddenly someone sits next to me.
He scares me so much that I jump at the side and fall of the edge. I fall a few meters down before I shoot webbing out of my wrist. With a somersault I land on the edge and look at the person that startled me so much. He wears the same costume as me but then blood red and with black stripes through it. Underneath my mask I raise an eyebrow and then yell in anger: 'Who are you?'
'They call me Juster.' he says.
'Well... Juster.' I start. 'Buzz of. This is my part of the city.' I snap.
He looks at me. I look back. 'What?' I snap.
'Poor little girl.' He says.
'WHAT? Little?' I narrow my eyes and hit him with my foot right in to his stomach.
'Don't you dare call me little?' I hiss en web away.
When I come home I throw my mask away and hide myself beneath the sheets of my bed.
A few minutes later I hear the door of my bedroom open and my mother enter.
I pull the sheet away and I look at my mother. She is surrounded in a black light.
'Mom, noo.' I cry in my head.
Tears are running over my cheeks.
My mother sits down next to me. She thinks I'm still sad about the fact that my dad died now four months ago.
'It is so hard.' I cry.
'Why did he had to die mom?' I cry.
She pets my hair and pulls me closer.
'I don't know Jeanne, I really don't know.' She says.
The telephone rings. My mother stands up and answers it.
'Mary Jane Parker.'
..
'Ow hai Harry. How are you?'
..
'Now? I mean…'
..
'NO I can't leave my daughter alone now. She needs me now more then ever Harry.'
..
'No Harry, don't, say it please.'
..
'I love you to Harry. I love you to.'
With open mouth I hear her say the last sentence.
She hangs up and looks over her shoulder and sees me standing.
'Honey... I...' She begins stuttering.
'Don't honey me mom. It is your own life, not mine, but I will never, never call Harry my father.' I say in anger. I run to my room.
I pull the mask over my head again and fly through the window.
While webbing through the air I notice after a while that I'm being followed.
The person comes next to me and I see that it is the Juster.
'Juster... What do you want?' I ask snappy.
'Hee little one nice to see you too.' he said and raises an arm.
I look at him but say nothing. Instead I begin to fly faster and faster.
He accepts the challenge and goes faster as well.
This little race goes on for a few blocks and then we both are knocked out of the sky.
'Spiderman's daughter. Hahahahaha. How wonderfull. Now I can kill you just like I killed your father.'
The voice is even worse then my worst nightmares.
'Who are you?' I ask and stand up painfully.
'Who I am? Well I am the son of the horrible Green Goblin!' He calls out.
'And I am the one who killed your father.'
Two seconds later he lands on the floor.
With all the anger I had in me I pushed in him of the hovering board and hit him hard in the face.
'You jerk. You filthy jerk!' I yell angry.
'How dare you taking him away from me.' I cry further.
The Juster takes me away from him.
With a light that hurts our eyes he gets away from us.
'This isn't over yet… I'll be back!!'
'And I'll be waiting!' I yell at him.
If the Goblin is gone I turn around and look at the Juster.
'Thanks.'
'No problem.'
'I don't know what I would have done if you didn't took me away from him.' I say.
I turn again and web away.
'Bye Juster.' I call out. 'I'll see you again one day.'
When I fly though my window into my new room I look at my desk. I see a picture of me and dad when I became twelve. My mother stands at the background.
I take the picture. I take off my mask and sit down on a chair.
With a soft hand I touch the glass. Like if I want touch my dad.
I swallow my upcoming tears away and put my clothes on top of my costume.
I walk out of my room and two voices come to me.
'Harry please. How must I tell this to Jeanne?' I hear my mother.
'We must tell her one day, mustn't we?'
I narrow my eyes. How could she? And just after four months that my dad is buried.
With a blood red face I come to the room.
'Mom. How is that you can forget dad so easily?'
'Now you must listen to me Jeanly.' Harry starts angry and he stands up.
'Don't you ever call me Jeanly again!!! That name was for my father alone! If you ever, ever, call me that way again. I swear I'll make your life so miserable. And one more thing. I was talking to my mother and not to you. She can answer for herself.' I cry.
'Jeanne. I must go on with my life and…'
'Spare me your excuses mom!' I say sniffing.
With an angry glare I look at Harry, turn away and walk out of the door.
On the streets it is crowded. Just like in my head.
I heard once from my dad that they had a history…
'Yeah a history. That is past thence. Not now.' I think.
I'm so up into my thoughts that I don't look where I walk and bum into someone.
We both fall.
'Auw…' I want to snap at the person, but I know it wouldn't do any good. It is me to blame. I didn't look where I was walking.
'I'm sorry.' I begin.
'It was my fault. I was thinking and I didn't know where I was walking.'
We look at each other.
The person I walked into is a boy somewhat older then me. He has pitch black hair and bleu grey eyes.
'Women…' I hear him mumble.
'What's that suppose to mean?' I ask snappy.
He looks at me and says: 'You women are always thinking and not paying attention on what's happening.'
'Excuse me?' I ask indignant.
'And you prove to be a resembling of my theory.' He says.
Before I know it myself I slap him in the face.
'Auw… you…' He grit.
'Serves you right.' I say interrupting his sentence.
I stand up and walk away.
After three hours walking I come home again.
When I open the front door the 'voice' shoots through my head again: 'DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!'
I look up and see the glider from the Goblin. One second later I hear my mother scream.
'NO!' I think in terror.
'Don't let him take away my mother as well!'
I run inside and see my mother bleeding on the floor.
I see the Goblin, standing above my mother, with a grin of sarcasm.
'Leave her alone!' I yell in anger.
He looks at me, grins and flies out of the window.
'Mom!' I run up to her and kneel down next to her.
I completely forgot why I was so angry with her.
Well I'm not really angry at her but more at Harry. He takes advantage of mom.
At dinner we hardly speak to each other.
We do the dishes quietly and after I walk back to my room.
I fall on my bed and sigh. I roll on my side and look at the picture that is on my table.
'Dad...' I whisper.
'I miss you so much…'
I close my eyes and fall a sleep.
I dream about my dad. How he got killed trying to save us.
When I wake up it is four in the morning. My pillow is wet from the tears.