I never believed in anything. Jesus? Heroes? Naw, I figured since all life
gave me was pain, how can there ever be a savior in this world. They say
when a child is a witness to heartrending accident, they're scarred for
life. Is that what I am? I can't tell....
Oh how marvelous a gun was, especially this one. It was silver, about sixteen inches long. Nicely polished too. To a seven year old boy who knows nothing of the world, a gun was merely something to fawn over, because it was so shiny, to a group of thugs who struggled to get a home, a gun was a weapon; their shortcut to ecstasy. But to my dad, who did everything in the world to save lives. It took life...his life.
BAM!!!!
"Dad!" A little boy barely around seven yelled his father's name as he witnessed him fall to the ground in a bloody heap.
The world was filled with angst cries and rushing feet. It was just wrong. Everything was. Didn't they care? Didn't they care that my dad just hit the ground and was showing no signs of life?!? No. All they cared about was running away from the killers. Those bastards! I promise with every breath in me I will avenge the sin they have committed. Did they really think they can do this and walk away with no consequences.
The little boy glared at the run away car speeding off into the main road. He than turned to his father and his gaze soften. "Dad? Can you hear me?" When he got no response the little boy stroked his father's cheek. "I'm sorry, dad! I wasn't strong enough to save you!" Everything went black. For me anyway. Sunlight? Haha, it didn't exist.
It was a graveyard. The little boy was wearing a suit, he was currently standing in front of a tombstone, unfazed. Two little African American boys walked up to the tattered friend. One was two years older than his little brother, they came to pay homage to their friend as well as their condolences on the lost of his father.
"Chris? Are you gonna be okay?" The younger boy asked concern putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.
They boy revealed as Chris slowly turned his head to his best friend. "I don't know, Julius. I don't anything these days."
The older boy approached them sternly. "Don't beat yourself up, Chris. Your a kid there was nothing you could have done."
"Thanks, Aidan."
"So where do you go from here?" Julius asked.
Chris sighed. "I have no idea. Mom wants to move me and Jesse to Miami, but I don't want to leave my dad behind." He said turning to the tombstone to make his point to his friend.
Julius leaned into Aidan. "Do you think he's in denial about his father being dead?"
"Your such a jerk!" Aidan snarled pushing his brother down.
Julius stood up. Furiously. "Hey I was just asking, why you always gotta be pushing me!" He yelled as he pounced onto his brother.
"Hey, hey!" Chris retorted.
"Owe!" Julius screamed in pain. His brother had gotten him up and slammed him back down again.
Aidan looked at his brother concern when he noticed he wasn't moving on the ground. "Oh my god! Julius I didn't mean it."
Just than Julius bolted up and grabbed his brother by the collar bringing him down with him. "Sucker, that was your move!"
Chris started to laugh. He loved the way his friends functioned. Julius was the loud-mouthed rowdy kid constantly getting himself in trouble with parents. Aidan was the athletic one who was too serious for his own good. These two boys had grown up around the neighborhood and they weren't so nice to him when he first moved to Antelope Meadows. They told him about this frog that was supposed to be ten stories tall, that lived in the pond and how they were planning to catch it. He wanted to fit in so badly, so he foolishly went with them to capture the frog only to be tricked and abandoned in the forest. But he memorized the way they came in and found his way out. The boys were so impressed they decided to take him under him under their wing. In their household it was obvious that their father Rick prefer Aidan instead of Julius.
"Stop it Aidan, your really killing him!" Chris shouted as he join the bunch on the floor, trying his best to break his quarreling friends.
"Boys!" A woman around her late twenties walked up to the three boys. As soon as she was three feet away from them the trio jumped up and had a look of panic on their faces. They just attracted the wrong woman!
She just sighed angrily as she grabbed her two sons by the ears and started dragging them across to the car. "I told you not to get your clothes dirty and what do I find? Y' all are rolling around in the grass fighting about-- I don't even want to find out about it this time!"
"Yes mama!" They both perked up in pain. Than the woman turned to Chris and her expression soften. "Chris, sweetie. I'm sorry about your father. Just remember that our house is always open if you ever need it."
Chris smiled, he loved this woman a lot. "Thanks Mrs. Miles."
As the three figures faded a little girl came over at their wake.
"Hey! Tris! Tris!"
Chris turned to face his little sister, Jesse who, like always tackled him by the leg. "Tris, mom wants us to come to the car."
"Alright Jesse."
My dad always said "To be a man, you had to learn from your mistakes." Well I made a lot of them.
Chris turned to the tombstone one last time engraved 'Peter Parker: Devoted father and husband.' Before he headed out with his little sister to the waiting car he spoke to his father in spirit.
"I promised to pay homage to your duties, dad. Just like I always said I would.:
11 Years Later...
The clock struck six o' clock. BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEE-
From within the blanket an arm extended and smacked the alarm clock shut.
I need a new alarm clock. The figure said to himself. When he turned to his left he saw that his buddy was snuggling back into sleep after the disturbance of the alarm clock.
"How thick can you get?" He asked himself as he grabbed the pillow and smacked him with it.
The teenager groaned but relaxed again as a silly grin crept upon his face. "Oh Xena, my warrior princess." He mumbled.
Chris just rolled his eyes and stood up. He was about 6'4 so it must have hurt a lot when he slammed his body against his friend.
"Oh!" The boy opened his eyes and gasped loudly. "Hey." He started to stir and got first glance as his pal. "Your not my warrior Princess, your Chris Parker!"
"Yeah and you need to get up, before were late for school, Julius."
"What does it matter to you, my guess it your gonna be late in college just as much as you were in High School." Julius retorted, angry with his friend for waking him up from his peaceful slumber.
I can not believe the living arrangement I got myself into. They day of my dad's funeral I had asked my mom to let me stay in New York. She was reluctant at first, she didn't want to lose me anymore than I wanted to lose her, she was all that I had left in a parent. But it was important for me to stay. I couldn't explain why, but I could tell she understood exactly how important it was to me, so she arranged it for me to live with Aidan and Julius in their house....indefinitely.
Aidan walked it and saw that Chris was just staring at himself in the mirror. "What's up C? You trying to see if you got a mustache?" He joked.
Chris just shrugged it off. He though he was....okay looking, he had black hair, okay it was blonde but Julius was trying to get extra credit for a science project three weeks ago and he used Chris' hair as a guinea pig. He was relieved when he saw the sprouts of blonde hair forming in the base of his scalp. He had piercing hazel eyes that Niecy Miles use to tease him about.
"Don't try so hard, man. 'Cause those little whiskers don't cut!" Aidan laughed.
Angered Chris turned to Aidan with a lopsided grin. "Dude your 21 years old and yet your 19 year old brother has a full goatee before you can even grow a whisker!"
He knew he hit a sensitive nerve. Growing up the Miles brothers looked pretty much the same. Asphalt colored hair which was trimmed into a fade. Same coal-like eyes. The only differences was that Julius was three inches smaller with a beard!
Aidan moved his mouth as if he was gonna say something but than he just waved it off and walked away.
Coming down the stairs Julius kissed his mom on the cheek. "Hey, ma. Oh, that smells good!"
"Thank you baby." She said appreciating the compliment. "Now Julius I want you and your brother to help Chris out. It's not easy being 18 years old and starting college for the first time in your life."
"Chill mom, I got it the first twenty times you told me!" Julius poured himself a glass of apple juice and than took his seat on the table. "Besides he's been my best bud since we were six years old, we ain't gonna let anything bad happen to him."
Niecy just sighed. "Alright I just worried about him. Sometimes I think if he wasn't so withdrawal he might get off his gloomy spell and soar for the stars."
"Woo Hoo!" Spider-man yelled throughout the city of New York as he swung across the sky scrapers in a feral arc that snapped him around the urban metropolis like a yo-yo. He fired a web-line and another, swooping around from one side of the street to the other. A simple pedestrian looked up when he heard his yell. "It's spider-man!" From that one yell people were lining up yanking out their cameras trying to get just one photo of him. But the man behind the mask was sure that by the time they got him in their viewfinders, he would be long gone. He may have only gotten his powers two months ago but since than he has worked hard until the entire city was his playground.
He did a back-flip to land on top of a tall building before settling the adrenaline rush he just had a few minutes ago. Looking downward he smiled: He had done it. He swung around the city again but this time he hadn't hit anything! He could have never done that a few weeks ago.
"I promised to pay homage to your duties, dad." He muttered removing his mask to reveal Chris Parker underneath the facade. (A/N: Who saw that coming?) It was two months ago that he woke up with an excruciating headache, his eyes were red and his tongue felt like carpet rug. Hell, when he went downstairs Niecy though he had a hangover and phoned his mother about it! Six hours later he felt fine, but different somehow. It was only until he was nearly hit with a car that he noticed there was something really wrong with him. He sensed the car coming and dove about six feet above the streets right onto the wall, were he STUCK! It scared the hell out him so much he ran around the city like a maniac, crashing into everything in his path. But after he calmed down, a new feeling washed over him. The feeling like he owed something to himself and his father.
Now whenever he beat up a bad guy, he felt like a piece of his father's soul came back to life, urging him to continue a work that wasn't finish, not just yet. It wasn't long before he got a real kick out of being a super hero, what he didn't get a kick out of was being late to class on his first day, AGAIN. He looked at his watch and noticed he was already two minutes late. Putting his mask back on he sighed heavily before shooting a sling of web onto a nearby building and taking off once again. He had wandered onto a robbery case involving an old man, one thing led to anther and here he was. Trying to get to school by webbing himself around the city. Oh if only daddy had told him about this part of the job...
TO BE CONTINUED....
Oh how marvelous a gun was, especially this one. It was silver, about sixteen inches long. Nicely polished too. To a seven year old boy who knows nothing of the world, a gun was merely something to fawn over, because it was so shiny, to a group of thugs who struggled to get a home, a gun was a weapon; their shortcut to ecstasy. But to my dad, who did everything in the world to save lives. It took life...his life.
BAM!!!!
"Dad!" A little boy barely around seven yelled his father's name as he witnessed him fall to the ground in a bloody heap.
The world was filled with angst cries and rushing feet. It was just wrong. Everything was. Didn't they care? Didn't they care that my dad just hit the ground and was showing no signs of life?!? No. All they cared about was running away from the killers. Those bastards! I promise with every breath in me I will avenge the sin they have committed. Did they really think they can do this and walk away with no consequences.
The little boy glared at the run away car speeding off into the main road. He than turned to his father and his gaze soften. "Dad? Can you hear me?" When he got no response the little boy stroked his father's cheek. "I'm sorry, dad! I wasn't strong enough to save you!" Everything went black. For me anyway. Sunlight? Haha, it didn't exist.
It was a graveyard. The little boy was wearing a suit, he was currently standing in front of a tombstone, unfazed. Two little African American boys walked up to the tattered friend. One was two years older than his little brother, they came to pay homage to their friend as well as their condolences on the lost of his father.
"Chris? Are you gonna be okay?" The younger boy asked concern putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.
They boy revealed as Chris slowly turned his head to his best friend. "I don't know, Julius. I don't anything these days."
The older boy approached them sternly. "Don't beat yourself up, Chris. Your a kid there was nothing you could have done."
"Thanks, Aidan."
"So where do you go from here?" Julius asked.
Chris sighed. "I have no idea. Mom wants to move me and Jesse to Miami, but I don't want to leave my dad behind." He said turning to the tombstone to make his point to his friend.
Julius leaned into Aidan. "Do you think he's in denial about his father being dead?"
"Your such a jerk!" Aidan snarled pushing his brother down.
Julius stood up. Furiously. "Hey I was just asking, why you always gotta be pushing me!" He yelled as he pounced onto his brother.
"Hey, hey!" Chris retorted.
"Owe!" Julius screamed in pain. His brother had gotten him up and slammed him back down again.
Aidan looked at his brother concern when he noticed he wasn't moving on the ground. "Oh my god! Julius I didn't mean it."
Just than Julius bolted up and grabbed his brother by the collar bringing him down with him. "Sucker, that was your move!"
Chris started to laugh. He loved the way his friends functioned. Julius was the loud-mouthed rowdy kid constantly getting himself in trouble with parents. Aidan was the athletic one who was too serious for his own good. These two boys had grown up around the neighborhood and they weren't so nice to him when he first moved to Antelope Meadows. They told him about this frog that was supposed to be ten stories tall, that lived in the pond and how they were planning to catch it. He wanted to fit in so badly, so he foolishly went with them to capture the frog only to be tricked and abandoned in the forest. But he memorized the way they came in and found his way out. The boys were so impressed they decided to take him under him under their wing. In their household it was obvious that their father Rick prefer Aidan instead of Julius.
"Stop it Aidan, your really killing him!" Chris shouted as he join the bunch on the floor, trying his best to break his quarreling friends.
"Boys!" A woman around her late twenties walked up to the three boys. As soon as she was three feet away from them the trio jumped up and had a look of panic on their faces. They just attracted the wrong woman!
She just sighed angrily as she grabbed her two sons by the ears and started dragging them across to the car. "I told you not to get your clothes dirty and what do I find? Y' all are rolling around in the grass fighting about-- I don't even want to find out about it this time!"
"Yes mama!" They both perked up in pain. Than the woman turned to Chris and her expression soften. "Chris, sweetie. I'm sorry about your father. Just remember that our house is always open if you ever need it."
Chris smiled, he loved this woman a lot. "Thanks Mrs. Miles."
As the three figures faded a little girl came over at their wake.
"Hey! Tris! Tris!"
Chris turned to face his little sister, Jesse who, like always tackled him by the leg. "Tris, mom wants us to come to the car."
"Alright Jesse."
My dad always said "To be a man, you had to learn from your mistakes." Well I made a lot of them.
Chris turned to the tombstone one last time engraved 'Peter Parker: Devoted father and husband.' Before he headed out with his little sister to the waiting car he spoke to his father in spirit.
"I promised to pay homage to your duties, dad. Just like I always said I would.:
11 Years Later...
The clock struck six o' clock. BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEE-
From within the blanket an arm extended and smacked the alarm clock shut.
I need a new alarm clock. The figure said to himself. When he turned to his left he saw that his buddy was snuggling back into sleep after the disturbance of the alarm clock.
"How thick can you get?" He asked himself as he grabbed the pillow and smacked him with it.
The teenager groaned but relaxed again as a silly grin crept upon his face. "Oh Xena, my warrior princess." He mumbled.
Chris just rolled his eyes and stood up. He was about 6'4 so it must have hurt a lot when he slammed his body against his friend.
"Oh!" The boy opened his eyes and gasped loudly. "Hey." He started to stir and got first glance as his pal. "Your not my warrior Princess, your Chris Parker!"
"Yeah and you need to get up, before were late for school, Julius."
"What does it matter to you, my guess it your gonna be late in college just as much as you were in High School." Julius retorted, angry with his friend for waking him up from his peaceful slumber.
I can not believe the living arrangement I got myself into. They day of my dad's funeral I had asked my mom to let me stay in New York. She was reluctant at first, she didn't want to lose me anymore than I wanted to lose her, she was all that I had left in a parent. But it was important for me to stay. I couldn't explain why, but I could tell she understood exactly how important it was to me, so she arranged it for me to live with Aidan and Julius in their house....indefinitely.
Aidan walked it and saw that Chris was just staring at himself in the mirror. "What's up C? You trying to see if you got a mustache?" He joked.
Chris just shrugged it off. He though he was....okay looking, he had black hair, okay it was blonde but Julius was trying to get extra credit for a science project three weeks ago and he used Chris' hair as a guinea pig. He was relieved when he saw the sprouts of blonde hair forming in the base of his scalp. He had piercing hazel eyes that Niecy Miles use to tease him about.
"Don't try so hard, man. 'Cause those little whiskers don't cut!" Aidan laughed.
Angered Chris turned to Aidan with a lopsided grin. "Dude your 21 years old and yet your 19 year old brother has a full goatee before you can even grow a whisker!"
He knew he hit a sensitive nerve. Growing up the Miles brothers looked pretty much the same. Asphalt colored hair which was trimmed into a fade. Same coal-like eyes. The only differences was that Julius was three inches smaller with a beard!
Aidan moved his mouth as if he was gonna say something but than he just waved it off and walked away.
Coming down the stairs Julius kissed his mom on the cheek. "Hey, ma. Oh, that smells good!"
"Thank you baby." She said appreciating the compliment. "Now Julius I want you and your brother to help Chris out. It's not easy being 18 years old and starting college for the first time in your life."
"Chill mom, I got it the first twenty times you told me!" Julius poured himself a glass of apple juice and than took his seat on the table. "Besides he's been my best bud since we were six years old, we ain't gonna let anything bad happen to him."
Niecy just sighed. "Alright I just worried about him. Sometimes I think if he wasn't so withdrawal he might get off his gloomy spell and soar for the stars."
"Woo Hoo!" Spider-man yelled throughout the city of New York as he swung across the sky scrapers in a feral arc that snapped him around the urban metropolis like a yo-yo. He fired a web-line and another, swooping around from one side of the street to the other. A simple pedestrian looked up when he heard his yell. "It's spider-man!" From that one yell people were lining up yanking out their cameras trying to get just one photo of him. But the man behind the mask was sure that by the time they got him in their viewfinders, he would be long gone. He may have only gotten his powers two months ago but since than he has worked hard until the entire city was his playground.
He did a back-flip to land on top of a tall building before settling the adrenaline rush he just had a few minutes ago. Looking downward he smiled: He had done it. He swung around the city again but this time he hadn't hit anything! He could have never done that a few weeks ago.
"I promised to pay homage to your duties, dad." He muttered removing his mask to reveal Chris Parker underneath the facade. (A/N: Who saw that coming?) It was two months ago that he woke up with an excruciating headache, his eyes were red and his tongue felt like carpet rug. Hell, when he went downstairs Niecy though he had a hangover and phoned his mother about it! Six hours later he felt fine, but different somehow. It was only until he was nearly hit with a car that he noticed there was something really wrong with him. He sensed the car coming and dove about six feet above the streets right onto the wall, were he STUCK! It scared the hell out him so much he ran around the city like a maniac, crashing into everything in his path. But after he calmed down, a new feeling washed over him. The feeling like he owed something to himself and his father.
Now whenever he beat up a bad guy, he felt like a piece of his father's soul came back to life, urging him to continue a work that wasn't finish, not just yet. It wasn't long before he got a real kick out of being a super hero, what he didn't get a kick out of was being late to class on his first day, AGAIN. He looked at his watch and noticed he was already two minutes late. Putting his mask back on he sighed heavily before shooting a sling of web onto a nearby building and taking off once again. He had wandered onto a robbery case involving an old man, one thing led to anther and here he was. Trying to get to school by webbing himself around the city. Oh if only daddy had told him about this part of the job...
TO BE CONTINUED....