AfterShock
Standing on a roof gives a great vantage point. For Peter it was the best place he could think of, the sky was now completely dark giving Peter a perfect setting for a heart aching and wounded, both body and mind. Starring across the vast city he wondered why things always had to turn out this way for him. No noise no sights a city enveloped in darkness. Without his suit he hoped no one would see him and wonder is that Spiderman. Not that he really cared now, he was alone again. Again twice in two weeks, no one to go to, nothing to belong to.
His chest was pounding with the numerous bruises and shocks he'd received. His breathing was rapid as he starred all the while thinking about her. In truth he did have something to do. But in the state he was in he felt one small hit whether it be from a baseball bat or even a weak fist he'd collapse. Still not able to discover the extent of the damage from the fight he had, avoidance of fighting was probably his best choice, but anything would be better than sitting up there tortured by lonliness and pain.
He stood up to feel his legs limp, it came as no surprise. He leaped to the other building and fell on his face. Ow damn, crap. I hate this I hate everything. He had landed in a fresh puddle of rain water. Getting up he hit the air conditioning vendor in rage. Then calming himself he sat down, in two weeks he'd be graduating, three more weeks he'd start moving his things into Harry's new apartment to stay out in the city for a while so he wasn't far from a job. Harry, he'd be moving in with his "best buddy" Harry. Oh quit it selfish basstard. You had your chance. No I never had a damn chance, I was out doing a job and I didn't exactly get anything from it except a lost love and a wounded body.
When summer was over he'd move into a dorm at Empire State University. He felt sick that he was going to that kind of college rather then Harvard or Yale. But this was the only place close enough where he wouldn't be far from his aunt who was going through another depression phase after the death of her husband.
Shaking off the water on his clothes and face he sighed. I could of had her. But if I had her the people in the bank would be dead. Ah who am I kidding it wouldn't of mattered either way they won. I just took down two people with guns then got the biggest ass kicking ever from what his face.
Finally he was sick of sitting and torturing himself. He stood up and jumped to the next building. Then with a swift dive he flew off towards his neighborhood. He stayed above sight knowing he was in normal clothes without his mask.
With one last sigh at the woman in the window across asleep on her bed he collapsed. A surge of pain ran through his body, but he gave it no thought. Pain is weakness leaving the body. That's what he'd learned, but even that couldn't control his pain.
He lay awake for awhile that nights fresh events running through his mind. He breathed and then thought one more time looking across the window. God s'he's beautiful.Then his eyes closed welcoming a long awaitedasleep, waiting for another day to bring comfort or more sorrow to him.
The man who called himself Shocker was sitting in his warehouse. His head was hurting, his whole body was hurting, but after weeks of pain from the electricity that ran freely through his veins day and night he'd learned to ignor pain. It was only a boundry that kept him from doing things he never thought possible.
It wasn't his fault he never wanted it to turn out this way, it just did. He'd been paid off by some burnout scientist wanting to bring one more gift/curse to the world before he joined the line of forgotten scientist. All shocker which he now called himself after amnesia had taken all his memories away including his name, had to do was be a test subject in an experiment.
He had read the papers, which led him to discover the truth about his "tragic" accident. The thing was the scientist had lied to him, he said he'd gotten approval that it was safe. His theory was that by using radiation we could control electricity and concentrate it on something. By this so many things could be done, a boost to anything that had broken down electronically. Though human society already possessed the ability to fix things it would rule out the need for so much effort and also lower cost to fix something.
But Dr. Carlos so his name was had been turned down by everyone due to safety hazards. So to prove the world he was right he had made his own warehouse his own fortune to purchase tools. He needed only one more thing, a test subject that he could concentrate the electricity on in order to allow him to use it freely, but it had to besomeone desperate for money. This man was the man who called himself Shocker. He had cancer and was poor, with a fiance' he was desperate to get better and took this mans offer. But he was not given the truth, the experiment gave him electricity and healed his cancer, but it never left. It ran through his brain killing brain cells and giving him amnesia. The accident had gone terribly wrong, the doctor abandoned the lab and his subject collapsed to the floor. He was found days later and rushed to a hospital. Put in critical condition he was left on life support. But a change took place the electricity in his body healed him and he woke up. His first reaction was pain.
He was moved to a normal hospital room, where he lived for weeks in terrible pain. Finally it drove him nsain he attacked the doctors and learned he could wield electricity by using his arms. He escaped and found a warehouse.
He found two low life's and that night was their first heist, and though Shocker had escaped the hero ruined everything. Now his boys were in jail, he was alone though two new guests had entered his house. Two money bags actually. It was time to find the bastard responsible for his "tragic accident" and give him the pain he felt day and night.
