Fire inu: Thanks, and I did, but that was a long time ago. Try looking
for help on www.gamefaqs.com for help, they should have a walkthrough
& strategy FFX there.
Episodic: Hey glad you liked it, try my other stuff you might like it too.
johnny p: Thanks and I tried looking for any of your fics, but you forgot to give me a name, and when I looked up Johnny p, it wasn't on the list.
Sparky Genocide: Yeah I can see that too, that's why I wanted her there. As for Flash maybe instead I could take him back to his bully roots and be a friend of Duncan's
yae yang: lol, yeah I know, she may be old but you don't mess with her nephew.
BlackRoseApocalyps: Well I'm glad you could catch a break to read and review and to update your fic Vacation, I read it as soon as it came out.
evilraven: Hm, Roter, maybe but if I did put it to a vote I think everyone wants Peter and Rogue to get together.
Red Witch: I'll work in a little Kitty torture later, plus I changed her past a little since there was nothing much on her, but I tried to stay as close as possible to what you described it to be.
The Uncanny R-Man: lol, goods points you made, although Spyder in the RW fics thinks of Lance as more of a big brother which is where I'm going for it with Peter since they're alike.
Oceanbang: Well it will be interesting I'll say that much about it.
Ruby: Really? Cool, have a good time while you're there.
SPIDER-X
CHAPTER 8: A SPYDER'S STORY
Spyder couldn't believe her day so far. She had been chased and nearly beaten up and here she was swinging over the city streets. It was the coolest thing she had ever done. She began to wonder if she could learn to do this also.
But since her webbing seemed to make her tired and he didn't seem to be effected by it she guessed not. She was wondering a lot about Spider-Man. He seemed all right to her so far. He seemed a lot like her, albeit older, stronger and faster, but she just chalked that up to age.
She also wondered why he wore the mask. Maybe he was gray all over like she was. It would make sense to her. After while when they came to the residential area of the town he started using the street lamps to go over the street and then through a forest.
He took her hand and led her through it and she gasped at where she was going when then exited the woods. There was this huge mansion there and they were going to the back of it. "This...is where you live?" She asked him staring at the building.
"Yep." He said cheerfully. When they got to the back door she saw several people through a glass sliding door waiting for them. She tensed up at the site, seeing as people usually only had two modes when seeing her, attack or flee.
Spider-Man put a hand on her shoulder. "Take it easy, they're friends, and the older lady with the silver hair is my aunt." She guessed if he had family there they would be okay so she let him lead her to the door.
They shook off as much snow as possible and went inside, a bald man in a wheelchair was there and smiled at her. "Hello there Olivia, don't worry we're all friends here, and you're welcome to stay."
Spyder was about to respond when she suddenly realized he called her by her real name. "Hey I didn't tell you my name! How did you know that?" She demanded.
He only raised an eyebrow at her outburst but remained calm. "I am a mutant like you, as are others here. We all have special gifts, mine is telepathy."
"Oh...that makes sense, but call me Spyder, I hate Olivia, but if you must could you at least call me Ollie if you're not going to use Spyder." She said to him, Xavier smiled and nodded.
Aunt May walked up to Spyder and smiled kindly at her. "Well dear since it's late why don't we get those clothes cleaned for you and you can borrow the ones we've set aside, for tonight."
She wasn't going to admit to being tired, but of course like her luck her body choose that moment to give off a yawn, so denying it was out of the question. "Fine." She said sourly.
"Peter why don't you show her to the empty room next to yours." May said.
Spyder raised an eyebrow and looked at Spider-man. "Peter?" She said.
He pulled off the mask and she was a little disappointed that he wasn't gray, but he seemed nice enough to her. "My real name is Peter Parker, I just go by Spider-Man when I'm in costume." He explained.
"That's cool." She said and Peter lead her through the mansion and up some stairs to the top level, down a hallway he opened a door and she was shocked by the size of the room. Her old was wouldn't even be half this.
She went to the bed and saw a small pink shirt that was a little big and some PJ type pants. She picked up the shirt in disgust. "Do I have to wear this?" She groaned.
Peter only smiled. "For now at least, they'll most likely get you some new stuff tomorrow, that is if you're staying."
"I guess for now I am." She said. Peter nodded and closed her door for her to change. She had to admit it was good to get some fresh clothing on, even if the color was horrible. She put all of her other clothing in a pile by the door and she yawned again. 'Might as well get some use out of that bed.' She thought.
It had been months since she had slept on a bed and she had forgotten how good it felt, she was asleep quickly.
Later in the night Peter woke up to the sound of someone crying out. He looked at his cloth and saw it was four in the morning. He got out of the bed and into the dark hallway. He listened and walked around, at Spyder's door he though he heard something.
He opened the door and in the darkness on her room he heard crying. He walked in and closed the door slightly and turned on the light. "Sypder are you okay?" Peter said quietly.
She turned her head from him, but he could tell she had been crying. "Go away!"
He walked over to her bed and sat down next to her. "Spyder what happened?" She didn't answer him. "Bad dream?" Still no answer. "Bad memories?" That seemed to strike a nerve and she seemed to reluctantly nod.
"Tell me about it." Peter said gently dropping a arm over her shoulder.
She took a few sops and began. "It was about my uncle. He raised me since my parents...left me with him years ago. They didn't want me and he did. He...owned this dojo and he trained me and home schooled me. He was the best, then one day the bad men came."
"They were all in black and there were two others that seemed to be in charge. My uncle told me to run, and I did. When I got back...I...I found him. He...he was so still and cold." She began to cry again and Peter held her close.
"I know how you feel." He said to her.
"No you don't! How could you?" She said angrily to him.
Peter wasn't phased by the outburst. "I lost my own uncle not too long ago. You see my parents died when I was younger then you were and my aunt and uncle raised me. Not too long after I got these powers I used them in wrestling but there was a thief there who I let get away."
"Back then I was only out for me, and didn't take the words my uncle told me to heart. He always told me that with great power comes great responsibility, but I didn't listen. Later that night when I got home I found out about an attempted break-in and my uncles was shot and killed."
Peter stopped for a moment to compose himself. Spyder who was cradled in his arms was silent as she listened. "You see I found the guy who shot him, it was the same thief I let go."
Spyder was struck silent by this revelation. Now she regretted her outburst with him, and she hugged him close. "Does it go away? The Pain?" She quietly asked.
Peter thought about lying to her but he couldn't. "No it won't. But it's not supposed to, if you feel the pain, then that means that you really cared about those people and you know they truly mattered to you in life. The pain will always be there, but it does get better with time."
"Really?" She asked him quietly.
"Yes it does. That's what my aunt May told me the day my parents died, and she was right. It will take time but it will get better." He said to her rocking her gently. After awhile of silence Peter checked on her and found her sleeping.
Peter smiled to himself and tugged her back into the bed. "Sleep tight skirt." Peter said smiling down at her. He went to the door and turned out the light and went back to his room.
When he got there he sat down on the bed and thought about what he had learned. It was a shame something like that had to happen to someone so young, it was a shame anything like that happened at all to anyone actually.
Peter lay back onto the bed and looked up into the dark ceiling. He too still had nightmares about his uncle's death from time to time, he didn't blame her for it, and he suspected she would have them for a while.
Peter yawned out. He was supposed to have a training session tomorrow morning and would need the sleep.
NEXT UP CHAPTER 9: SPYDER'S DECISION
Well, will she stay or leave folks?
Episodic: Hey glad you liked it, try my other stuff you might like it too.
johnny p: Thanks and I tried looking for any of your fics, but you forgot to give me a name, and when I looked up Johnny p, it wasn't on the list.
Sparky Genocide: Yeah I can see that too, that's why I wanted her there. As for Flash maybe instead I could take him back to his bully roots and be a friend of Duncan's
yae yang: lol, yeah I know, she may be old but you don't mess with her nephew.
BlackRoseApocalyps: Well I'm glad you could catch a break to read and review and to update your fic Vacation, I read it as soon as it came out.
evilraven: Hm, Roter, maybe but if I did put it to a vote I think everyone wants Peter and Rogue to get together.
Red Witch: I'll work in a little Kitty torture later, plus I changed her past a little since there was nothing much on her, but I tried to stay as close as possible to what you described it to be.
The Uncanny R-Man: lol, goods points you made, although Spyder in the RW fics thinks of Lance as more of a big brother which is where I'm going for it with Peter since they're alike.
Oceanbang: Well it will be interesting I'll say that much about it.
Ruby: Really? Cool, have a good time while you're there.
SPIDER-X
CHAPTER 8: A SPYDER'S STORY
Spyder couldn't believe her day so far. She had been chased and nearly beaten up and here she was swinging over the city streets. It was the coolest thing she had ever done. She began to wonder if she could learn to do this also.
But since her webbing seemed to make her tired and he didn't seem to be effected by it she guessed not. She was wondering a lot about Spider-Man. He seemed all right to her so far. He seemed a lot like her, albeit older, stronger and faster, but she just chalked that up to age.
She also wondered why he wore the mask. Maybe he was gray all over like she was. It would make sense to her. After while when they came to the residential area of the town he started using the street lamps to go over the street and then through a forest.
He took her hand and led her through it and she gasped at where she was going when then exited the woods. There was this huge mansion there and they were going to the back of it. "This...is where you live?" She asked him staring at the building.
"Yep." He said cheerfully. When they got to the back door she saw several people through a glass sliding door waiting for them. She tensed up at the site, seeing as people usually only had two modes when seeing her, attack or flee.
Spider-Man put a hand on her shoulder. "Take it easy, they're friends, and the older lady with the silver hair is my aunt." She guessed if he had family there they would be okay so she let him lead her to the door.
They shook off as much snow as possible and went inside, a bald man in a wheelchair was there and smiled at her. "Hello there Olivia, don't worry we're all friends here, and you're welcome to stay."
Spyder was about to respond when she suddenly realized he called her by her real name. "Hey I didn't tell you my name! How did you know that?" She demanded.
He only raised an eyebrow at her outburst but remained calm. "I am a mutant like you, as are others here. We all have special gifts, mine is telepathy."
"Oh...that makes sense, but call me Spyder, I hate Olivia, but if you must could you at least call me Ollie if you're not going to use Spyder." She said to him, Xavier smiled and nodded.
Aunt May walked up to Spyder and smiled kindly at her. "Well dear since it's late why don't we get those clothes cleaned for you and you can borrow the ones we've set aside, for tonight."
She wasn't going to admit to being tired, but of course like her luck her body choose that moment to give off a yawn, so denying it was out of the question. "Fine." She said sourly.
"Peter why don't you show her to the empty room next to yours." May said.
Spyder raised an eyebrow and looked at Spider-man. "Peter?" She said.
He pulled off the mask and she was a little disappointed that he wasn't gray, but he seemed nice enough to her. "My real name is Peter Parker, I just go by Spider-Man when I'm in costume." He explained.
"That's cool." She said and Peter lead her through the mansion and up some stairs to the top level, down a hallway he opened a door and she was shocked by the size of the room. Her old was wouldn't even be half this.
She went to the bed and saw a small pink shirt that was a little big and some PJ type pants. She picked up the shirt in disgust. "Do I have to wear this?" She groaned.
Peter only smiled. "For now at least, they'll most likely get you some new stuff tomorrow, that is if you're staying."
"I guess for now I am." She said. Peter nodded and closed her door for her to change. She had to admit it was good to get some fresh clothing on, even if the color was horrible. She put all of her other clothing in a pile by the door and she yawned again. 'Might as well get some use out of that bed.' She thought.
It had been months since she had slept on a bed and she had forgotten how good it felt, she was asleep quickly.
Later in the night Peter woke up to the sound of someone crying out. He looked at his cloth and saw it was four in the morning. He got out of the bed and into the dark hallway. He listened and walked around, at Spyder's door he though he heard something.
He opened the door and in the darkness on her room he heard crying. He walked in and closed the door slightly and turned on the light. "Sypder are you okay?" Peter said quietly.
She turned her head from him, but he could tell she had been crying. "Go away!"
He walked over to her bed and sat down next to her. "Spyder what happened?" She didn't answer him. "Bad dream?" Still no answer. "Bad memories?" That seemed to strike a nerve and she seemed to reluctantly nod.
"Tell me about it." Peter said gently dropping a arm over her shoulder.
She took a few sops and began. "It was about my uncle. He raised me since my parents...left me with him years ago. They didn't want me and he did. He...owned this dojo and he trained me and home schooled me. He was the best, then one day the bad men came."
"They were all in black and there were two others that seemed to be in charge. My uncle told me to run, and I did. When I got back...I...I found him. He...he was so still and cold." She began to cry again and Peter held her close.
"I know how you feel." He said to her.
"No you don't! How could you?" She said angrily to him.
Peter wasn't phased by the outburst. "I lost my own uncle not too long ago. You see my parents died when I was younger then you were and my aunt and uncle raised me. Not too long after I got these powers I used them in wrestling but there was a thief there who I let get away."
"Back then I was only out for me, and didn't take the words my uncle told me to heart. He always told me that with great power comes great responsibility, but I didn't listen. Later that night when I got home I found out about an attempted break-in and my uncles was shot and killed."
Peter stopped for a moment to compose himself. Spyder who was cradled in his arms was silent as she listened. "You see I found the guy who shot him, it was the same thief I let go."
Spyder was struck silent by this revelation. Now she regretted her outburst with him, and she hugged him close. "Does it go away? The Pain?" She quietly asked.
Peter thought about lying to her but he couldn't. "No it won't. But it's not supposed to, if you feel the pain, then that means that you really cared about those people and you know they truly mattered to you in life. The pain will always be there, but it does get better with time."
"Really?" She asked him quietly.
"Yes it does. That's what my aunt May told me the day my parents died, and she was right. It will take time but it will get better." He said to her rocking her gently. After awhile of silence Peter checked on her and found her sleeping.
Peter smiled to himself and tugged her back into the bed. "Sleep tight skirt." Peter said smiling down at her. He went to the door and turned out the light and went back to his room.
When he got there he sat down on the bed and thought about what he had learned. It was a shame something like that had to happen to someone so young, it was a shame anything like that happened at all to anyone actually.
Peter lay back onto the bed and looked up into the dark ceiling. He too still had nightmares about his uncle's death from time to time, he didn't blame her for it, and he suspected she would have them for a while.
Peter yawned out. He was supposed to have a training session tomorrow morning and would need the sleep.
NEXT UP CHAPTER 9: SPYDER'S DECISION
Well, will she stay or leave folks?