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Chapter 2: Now what?
It had been a week since the fire, we now lived in a small apartment at the last level of a medium height, deteriorating building. My mother had fallen ill and she no longer could work, doctors did not know what disease she had but we didn't have a lot of money left.
MJ came when she heard about our loss and gave us a little money that my mother wouldn't accept. If it hadn't been for MJ's stubbornness we would be starving right now, and I, well, still had to go to school. My life was slowly falling apart, my grades were dropping because I didn't have time to do homework or study, and to tell the truth, my mind was on something much more important.
I knew to succeed in life you needed a good education, but right now I couldn't afford it. My mother needed my devoted attention, I had a part time job that didn't pay much but it was better than nothing. I just hoped my mum wouldn't leave me alone in this kill or be killed world.
I sighed as I lay quietly in my bed and pulled the covers on me, I was exhausted from my day. I hoped Doc Ock would soon be stopped, this city had no chance without Spiderman ruling above it. I closed my eyes and welcomed the surrounding, soothing darkness.
I started to feel my body relax in the warmth of the bed when I heard some distant glass shattering and yelling from the few people who were still outside at this late hour. I sat up in my bed and set foot on the rug when I heard something fall on the roof right above me, and a piece of ceiling crashed down on my poor old desk.
Panic grew inside me, what just happened? Slipping on my slippers I crept out of bed and checked on my mother as I walked by her room, she was still sound asleep. Good, she needed her rest. I cracked open the apartment door and looked both ways to see if any of the neighbors had heard the noise that woke me up.
No one. I quietly closed the door behind me and headed towards the stairs leading on the roof. I shivered, having forgotten to take a jacket and the fact my pj's consisted of pants and a tank top didn't help either. Arriving in front of the access to the roof I again heard the distant glass shattering, I pushed the heavy metal door open and walked out.
I took a few more steps, looking furtively around for any sign of what might have caused the ceiling to have a large dent in it. A gust of wind blew my brown hair up as I gripped my arms together trying to keep my body warmth. I heard someone moaning and I instinctively turned around, no one.
I kept on walking towards the edge of the building when I saw him, laying down in an uncomfortable position on the roof right above my room. I was frozen in shock, never expecting him to be the cause of my problem, if we can call it that... Taking in a deep breath I moved forward again.
There he was, the hero of the city, laying on my roof, apparently unconscious. My slow walk accelerated as the desire to help built up inside of me, the one that saved so many lives was there, in my reach and I felt as if I could do anything. My fast walk turned into a run as he moved a little, seemingly in pain.
I kneeled down next to him and bit my lip, ok I was there. Now what? My body seemed to have a mind of its own and my hand grabbed one of his arm and slung it over my shoulder as I stood up. He wasn't light, but not terribly heavy, a normal weight for someone his size.
However, push ups were never my favorite and so I had trouble carrying him on my back which I gave up and, instead, just grabbed him under his arms and pulled him. Much easier. His feet were scraping the rough roof but he wasn't going to die for that, he had seen worse.
Suddenly the distant sound drew closer, more glass shattering was heard and my heart skipped a beat. I didn't know who it was, but I had a bad feeling about it. I hurried to pull Spiderman in the roof access and pulled the heavy metal door back in its place, and locked it.
Down the stairs might be a little more painful than just dragging someone on an even surface, but I wasn't going to wait here until he woke up. It was much too cold and my fingernails were already blue. One piece of advice, never walk backwards going down some stairs: it hurts when you fall.
Indeed when attempting to drag Spiderman down I missed a step and we both went rolling down, crashing against a wall. It took me a few seconds to regain my balance, my head was throbbing painfully against my skull as I bent down to drag the superhero to my apartment.
It was a wonder nobody had heard me, even though it was late I wasn't the most quiet person you could think of, plus there was this continual glass shattering sound. I felt Spiderman tense when he noticed someone was holding him, for some reason he didn't try to stand up on his own, good thing too...
Breathing harder now, I opened the door with difficulty while still holding my idol. A relieved smile crossed my features as I shut the door as quietly as possible with my foot. Now I could really relax, the only person beside myself that could see him was my mother, but she was too sick to get out of bed on her own.
I dragged him to my room where, as gently as I could manage, I laid him on my bed and went to fetch a glass of water for him, my hands frozen. When I came back in the room, he was sitting on the bed holding his head but looked at me as I entered, at least he was looking in my general direction... Momentarily unable to move I stared at him, my heart beating extremely loud.
I swallowed down my emotions and tried to keep a calm face, handing him the shaking glass of water. Then I turned around to get a jacket, I was really cold. Once my warm, err... teared jacket was on my back I wrapped my arms around myself to try and warm myself up, not daring to look towards my bed.
I clenched my jaw really tight to prevent my teeth from clattering, strangely enough, warmness was returning rather quickly for some reason... I blinked as I noticed my blanket on my shoulders. My heart stopped beating as I saw Spiderman out of the corner of my eyes. He was right behind me...
Well that's it for this chapter folks! I know I confused myself with the order of events happening since I don't have the dvd anymore... But I do try my best to... err, keep approximately the same pace as the movie. Sorry if it was confusing... . Please review though!
Edited to abide by the new rules...
