(WARNING: This chapter does not include any members of X-Men Evolution.
This is just about what happened after Peter's boss was robbed. Dont worry
though, there will be X-Men Evo. Characters on the next Chapter!)
It was almost 11:30 at night. Peter walked down the street with a athletic bag on his shoulders. He was wearing a grey sweatshirt and the same blue athletic pants he wore when he wrestled. Peter still couldn't believe what he saw earlier that night. Those claws with that Logan guy scared him the most. He was still considering Xavier's offer, he also wondered if he had to tell his aunt and uncle about his powers.
~Maybe isnt such a bad idea~ Peter thought to himself. ~That Xavier guy didn't seem like such a bad guy, but a can't say the same thing for that metal-claws dude, and I dunno whats up with that german guy in the weird costume. But maybe this would be good for me, with helping me control my powers and all. But would I have to where one of those ridiculous costume?? Maybe I should give these guys a-~ Peter's thought where interupted by two police cars with the siren on passing by him very quickly. He also noticed a small crowd sorrounding something. He also heard a cop say that there was someone who was close to death. Peter decided ignore it and just go home, but one of the cops said something that caught his attention. He didn't quite make out what she said, but it sounded like "...en...arker"
Peter dreaded the thought. ~No it couldn't be!~ He race through the crowd quickly but softly pushing the people out of the way. He was praying it wasn't who he thought it was. He finally got to the center as he gazed at a man who looked like he was in his late 60s. "UNCLE BEN!!!" he yelled at the top of his lungs as he bursted through the on lookers and cops.
"Do you know this man?" asked a cop.
"Ye...yea...yeah he's my uncle! What...what in the hell happened!?"
"Gun wound-"
"WHAT? NO!"
"-by a car jacker...Im...Im sorry" said the cop.
Peter's world suddenly collapsed right infront of him. He was devastated. "Unc..Uncle Ben?" he mandaged to spit out with his voice cracking and tears rolling down his eyes.
Uncle Ben opened his eyes, still alive. He looked around. Everything was getting dark, the only thing he could see was his nephew kneeing down right infront of him. Peter wanted so badly for his uncle to stand up, walk to him, embrace him, and tell him that everything will be alright, just like he always did. Ben knew this, but unfortunatly, he also knew that he couldn't grant his nephew's wish. "Pet...Peter." Ben found the strength to talk.
"Don't worry, Uncle Ben. Evereything is going to be alright.." said Peter imitating his Uncle. "Peter....I....I...lo..." were Ben Parker's last words as he past from this Earth. Peter was crushed beyond belief. How could this happen to him? Did he deserve this? Did Peter deserve this? Does Peter's Aunt May deserve this? So many thoughts ran through Peter's head.
~Can I survive without my Uncle!? He was like a father to me. How will Aunt May take this? Can she survive without him? Oh my god.~ Peter thought to himself. "No...no...no...oh god, why him? why my uncle??" he managed to say outloud while weeping. His tears were beggening to roll out of his eyes faster and faster.
Peter's sadness turned into anger as he over heard a cop over the radio say that the car jacker was heading south on 3rd street. There was no sadness left in Peter anymore, just anger. Pure anger. He got up, leaving his lifeless uncle on the floor. He wasn't going to let some guy had to stoop so low that he had to rob someone take the life of the one he loved most....at least...not without paying for it. Peter broke through the crowd one more time.
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Peter ran into a alley a couple of buildings away from where he watched his Uncle die in his arms. His facial expression changed from complete sadness and helplessness, to complete anger and rage. He was a wreck inside, although he looked very angry, he was crying on the inside. Peter vowed to his dead uncle that he's going to find this guy, if its the last thing he'll ever do.
Peter was running through the alley at an inhuman speed as he took his wrestling costume out of his bag and put it on. He came to the dead end of the alley just as he finished putting on his red spider-symbolled sweatshirt, gloves and mask, but he just kept running, and finally jumped onto the wall, and stuck himself to it. He began scaling the building.
~South on 3rd street, south on 3rd street, south on 3rd street...~ Peter kept reminding himself what the cop said as he bounced from building to building looking for his uncle's stolen car. He stuck onto each building without much effort, and he travelled through the city as if he has been doing it all life, even though this was only his second or third time, not to mention the fact that he's afraid of heights, but he's not going to let something like that stop him.
Peter stopped at a building that overlooks a sign that says "3rd st." He looked around. Still no sign of the car. ~South...~ Peter thought to himself. It took him a while to figure out witch way was south, and then began travelling on the walls of numerous buildings. He finally spotted a '89 Ford Taurus that looked as if the driver was drunk, and was followed by several police cars all with thier sirens on. "That's him," he said to himself. But the car was too far out of his reach, and so was the next building. "Great, now what the hell am I supposed to-" Peter just then remebered his other niffty power. He opened his and and pressed his two middle fingers into his palm, and aimed for the next building, and just as he thought, a string of web shot out of his wrist and attached to the building. Peter was nervous. He tried this once before, but it didn't work out to well...
"Okay," he said to himself. "Nice and slowly..." Peter jumped of the building and began to swing on the web...very quickly. "Oh shit! too fast! too fast! to fast!!!" he yelled to himself as he was heading straight for the building. ~Okay Spidey! Think fast!~ Peter finally spun another web in another direction, and luckly just before he was gonna crash, he moved to the left, dodging the building. Peter let go of his first web and spun another. ~Well, that was...interesting...and life threatning!...But still...kinda fun~ He eventually got used to web-spinning and travelled through the city and eventually found his uncle's stollen car. Peter's anger rose once agian. "I swear to god," Peter began. "Your gonna pay..."
Peter leaped off his web and landed on top of the stollen car. He heard the guy driving yell "what the hell!?" Peter began pounding on the car roof denting it, but not breaking it. Just then, Peter got a tingling feeling. He stopped pounding on the car. Just then, something inside of him told him that if he stayed on the roof of the car, something bad is going to happen. This happened to him before, and everytime it did, his 'assumtions' were correct. But this one was different. This one was a lot...worse. Kind of like if he didn;t get of the car, he would be hurt badly, maybe even killed.
He spun a web onto a nearby truck and pulled himself onto its cargo roof, and surely enough, the murderer blasted several holes on the roof of the stolen car with a gun. Peter then leaped of the truck and landed on the winsheild of the stollen car. He then began punching holes into the winsheild. Peter then had another 'weird feeling' and then leaped of the car then spun a web onto a nearby building. He then watched the car drive into some kind of warehouse. "Perfect" he said to himself.
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The murderer got out of the beaten up car and enter the abondoned warehouse. The police cars stopped just infront of where. All police officers got out of their cars and pointed there pistols at the building. All except one who was holding a mega phone, who was commanding him to leave the building peacefully, but obviously got no response.
Peter was watching. He had to find a way to get in there with out the cops spotting him. Peter then spotted a piece of wood on the wall of the warehouse. There was no doubt that that piece of wood used to be a window. Peter climbed over to it and kicked it as hard as he could, and surely enought, it broke and Peter was able to climb in. But then Peter heard a voice within the warehouse. "Whos there!?" said a man that had to be the murderer. Peter snuck in quickly without the murderer or the cops spotting him. He then made his way to the roof, which was about 200 feet high. Peter saw the murderer perfectly, but the ware hosue was very dark, so the murderer couldn't see him, and that gave Peter a good feeling.
Peter decided it was time to mess with the murderer's head. He began making noise and throwing things at him. The murderer was very confused as he was saying "Who the fuck is there?!" and "Show yourself!" Peter decided it was time to grant his wish.
Peter jumped towards the man and landed no more that 3 feet from him. The masked murderer tried to pint his gun at him, but Peter kicked it out of his hand, then kicked him in the face. The murderer moaned in agony as Peter puched him in the stomach, then uppercutted his face. The masked man tried to take out his knife, but once agian, it was kicked out of his hand, then was kicked in the chest very hard that knocked him back a few feet. Peter then grabbed him by the shirt and left him up.
"Please" said the murderer. "Have mercy! You Win!"
Those words really pissed Peter off, he felt his face turn red. "Mercy? HAVE MERCY!? Is that what you call killing an innocent old man!? Huh!? Answer me!" Peter grabbed for the murderer's mask. "Get this mask off you miserable fu-" Peter stopped to look at his face. What he saw paralyzed him. He's seen that face before. In fact he saw it earlier that night. "What? YOU!?" he yelled as he looked at the man who robbed the same building that he wrestled in. "You...but...no! I..I..." Peter earlier thought that things couldn't possibly get any worse, But peter's world went crashing down before him once agian. He was horrified at the thought of the whole thing would have been prevented if Peter just stopped the man in the arena. He could have done it without any effort at all! Peter looked at the floor, he felt tears dripping down from his cheeks. "It....it was me..." he said with tears rolling down his eyes faster.
"Don't move" said the murderer. Peter looked up to see a knife pointed right at him. He didn;t really care, he was still horrifed from the whole situation. Millions of thoughts went through Peter's head at this point. He didn't know what to do. Peter's anger finally took over agian. He grabbed the murderer's arm that was holding the knife and twisted it very quickly. He heard the man yell in agony as he twisted it agian. It was definetly broken. Peter then picked the knife from the floor that the murderer had just dropped and held it to his throat. The murderer was obviously scared. "How does it feel??" asked Peter very evilly. "Not very good huh?" Peter wanted to see him suffer. He wanted to kill him. But he stopped. Even though he wanted so much to watch him die, something stopped him. He then remembered what his Uncle told him earlier that day, "With great power, comes great responsibility." ~It's either kill this bastard, or let him rot in prison...~ Peter thought. ~It looks like I gotta desicion to make...~
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Anger, hatred, pain. All of those things could cause disastrous results. There are a lot of people right this second that are feeling all three of these emotions. Whether its in the past or the future, that is the main reason why this world is destined for war.
(A/N: Thats all for chapt. 4. Sorry about the corny cliffhanger, I couldn't resist. PLEASE REVEIW!)
It was almost 11:30 at night. Peter walked down the street with a athletic bag on his shoulders. He was wearing a grey sweatshirt and the same blue athletic pants he wore when he wrestled. Peter still couldn't believe what he saw earlier that night. Those claws with that Logan guy scared him the most. He was still considering Xavier's offer, he also wondered if he had to tell his aunt and uncle about his powers.
~Maybe isnt such a bad idea~ Peter thought to himself. ~That Xavier guy didn't seem like such a bad guy, but a can't say the same thing for that metal-claws dude, and I dunno whats up with that german guy in the weird costume. But maybe this would be good for me, with helping me control my powers and all. But would I have to where one of those ridiculous costume?? Maybe I should give these guys a-~ Peter's thought where interupted by two police cars with the siren on passing by him very quickly. He also noticed a small crowd sorrounding something. He also heard a cop say that there was someone who was close to death. Peter decided ignore it and just go home, but one of the cops said something that caught his attention. He didn't quite make out what she said, but it sounded like "...en...arker"
Peter dreaded the thought. ~No it couldn't be!~ He race through the crowd quickly but softly pushing the people out of the way. He was praying it wasn't who he thought it was. He finally got to the center as he gazed at a man who looked like he was in his late 60s. "UNCLE BEN!!!" he yelled at the top of his lungs as he bursted through the on lookers and cops.
"Do you know this man?" asked a cop.
"Ye...yea...yeah he's my uncle! What...what in the hell happened!?"
"Gun wound-"
"WHAT? NO!"
"-by a car jacker...Im...Im sorry" said the cop.
Peter's world suddenly collapsed right infront of him. He was devastated. "Unc..Uncle Ben?" he mandaged to spit out with his voice cracking and tears rolling down his eyes.
Uncle Ben opened his eyes, still alive. He looked around. Everything was getting dark, the only thing he could see was his nephew kneeing down right infront of him. Peter wanted so badly for his uncle to stand up, walk to him, embrace him, and tell him that everything will be alright, just like he always did. Ben knew this, but unfortunatly, he also knew that he couldn't grant his nephew's wish. "Pet...Peter." Ben found the strength to talk.
"Don't worry, Uncle Ben. Evereything is going to be alright.." said Peter imitating his Uncle. "Peter....I....I...lo..." were Ben Parker's last words as he past from this Earth. Peter was crushed beyond belief. How could this happen to him? Did he deserve this? Did Peter deserve this? Does Peter's Aunt May deserve this? So many thoughts ran through Peter's head.
~Can I survive without my Uncle!? He was like a father to me. How will Aunt May take this? Can she survive without him? Oh my god.~ Peter thought to himself. "No...no...no...oh god, why him? why my uncle??" he managed to say outloud while weeping. His tears were beggening to roll out of his eyes faster and faster.
Peter's sadness turned into anger as he over heard a cop over the radio say that the car jacker was heading south on 3rd street. There was no sadness left in Peter anymore, just anger. Pure anger. He got up, leaving his lifeless uncle on the floor. He wasn't going to let some guy had to stoop so low that he had to rob someone take the life of the one he loved most....at least...not without paying for it. Peter broke through the crowd one more time.
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Peter ran into a alley a couple of buildings away from where he watched his Uncle die in his arms. His facial expression changed from complete sadness and helplessness, to complete anger and rage. He was a wreck inside, although he looked very angry, he was crying on the inside. Peter vowed to his dead uncle that he's going to find this guy, if its the last thing he'll ever do.
Peter was running through the alley at an inhuman speed as he took his wrestling costume out of his bag and put it on. He came to the dead end of the alley just as he finished putting on his red spider-symbolled sweatshirt, gloves and mask, but he just kept running, and finally jumped onto the wall, and stuck himself to it. He began scaling the building.
~South on 3rd street, south on 3rd street, south on 3rd street...~ Peter kept reminding himself what the cop said as he bounced from building to building looking for his uncle's stolen car. He stuck onto each building without much effort, and he travelled through the city as if he has been doing it all life, even though this was only his second or third time, not to mention the fact that he's afraid of heights, but he's not going to let something like that stop him.
Peter stopped at a building that overlooks a sign that says "3rd st." He looked around. Still no sign of the car. ~South...~ Peter thought to himself. It took him a while to figure out witch way was south, and then began travelling on the walls of numerous buildings. He finally spotted a '89 Ford Taurus that looked as if the driver was drunk, and was followed by several police cars all with thier sirens on. "That's him," he said to himself. But the car was too far out of his reach, and so was the next building. "Great, now what the hell am I supposed to-" Peter just then remebered his other niffty power. He opened his and and pressed his two middle fingers into his palm, and aimed for the next building, and just as he thought, a string of web shot out of his wrist and attached to the building. Peter was nervous. He tried this once before, but it didn't work out to well...
"Okay," he said to himself. "Nice and slowly..." Peter jumped of the building and began to swing on the web...very quickly. "Oh shit! too fast! too fast! to fast!!!" he yelled to himself as he was heading straight for the building. ~Okay Spidey! Think fast!~ Peter finally spun another web in another direction, and luckly just before he was gonna crash, he moved to the left, dodging the building. Peter let go of his first web and spun another. ~Well, that was...interesting...and life threatning!...But still...kinda fun~ He eventually got used to web-spinning and travelled through the city and eventually found his uncle's stollen car. Peter's anger rose once agian. "I swear to god," Peter began. "Your gonna pay..."
Peter leaped off his web and landed on top of the stollen car. He heard the guy driving yell "what the hell!?" Peter began pounding on the car roof denting it, but not breaking it. Just then, Peter got a tingling feeling. He stopped pounding on the car. Just then, something inside of him told him that if he stayed on the roof of the car, something bad is going to happen. This happened to him before, and everytime it did, his 'assumtions' were correct. But this one was different. This one was a lot...worse. Kind of like if he didn;t get of the car, he would be hurt badly, maybe even killed.
He spun a web onto a nearby truck and pulled himself onto its cargo roof, and surely enough, the murderer blasted several holes on the roof of the stolen car with a gun. Peter then leaped of the truck and landed on the winsheild of the stollen car. He then began punching holes into the winsheild. Peter then had another 'weird feeling' and then leaped of the car then spun a web onto a nearby building. He then watched the car drive into some kind of warehouse. "Perfect" he said to himself.
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The murderer got out of the beaten up car and enter the abondoned warehouse. The police cars stopped just infront of where. All police officers got out of their cars and pointed there pistols at the building. All except one who was holding a mega phone, who was commanding him to leave the building peacefully, but obviously got no response.
Peter was watching. He had to find a way to get in there with out the cops spotting him. Peter then spotted a piece of wood on the wall of the warehouse. There was no doubt that that piece of wood used to be a window. Peter climbed over to it and kicked it as hard as he could, and surely enought, it broke and Peter was able to climb in. But then Peter heard a voice within the warehouse. "Whos there!?" said a man that had to be the murderer. Peter snuck in quickly without the murderer or the cops spotting him. He then made his way to the roof, which was about 200 feet high. Peter saw the murderer perfectly, but the ware hosue was very dark, so the murderer couldn't see him, and that gave Peter a good feeling.
Peter decided it was time to mess with the murderer's head. He began making noise and throwing things at him. The murderer was very confused as he was saying "Who the fuck is there?!" and "Show yourself!" Peter decided it was time to grant his wish.
Peter jumped towards the man and landed no more that 3 feet from him. The masked murderer tried to pint his gun at him, but Peter kicked it out of his hand, then kicked him in the face. The murderer moaned in agony as Peter puched him in the stomach, then uppercutted his face. The masked man tried to take out his knife, but once agian, it was kicked out of his hand, then was kicked in the chest very hard that knocked him back a few feet. Peter then grabbed him by the shirt and left him up.
"Please" said the murderer. "Have mercy! You Win!"
Those words really pissed Peter off, he felt his face turn red. "Mercy? HAVE MERCY!? Is that what you call killing an innocent old man!? Huh!? Answer me!" Peter grabbed for the murderer's mask. "Get this mask off you miserable fu-" Peter stopped to look at his face. What he saw paralyzed him. He's seen that face before. In fact he saw it earlier that night. "What? YOU!?" he yelled as he looked at the man who robbed the same building that he wrestled in. "You...but...no! I..I..." Peter earlier thought that things couldn't possibly get any worse, But peter's world went crashing down before him once agian. He was horrified at the thought of the whole thing would have been prevented if Peter just stopped the man in the arena. He could have done it without any effort at all! Peter looked at the floor, he felt tears dripping down from his cheeks. "It....it was me..." he said with tears rolling down his eyes faster.
"Don't move" said the murderer. Peter looked up to see a knife pointed right at him. He didn;t really care, he was still horrifed from the whole situation. Millions of thoughts went through Peter's head at this point. He didn't know what to do. Peter's anger finally took over agian. He grabbed the murderer's arm that was holding the knife and twisted it very quickly. He heard the man yell in agony as he twisted it agian. It was definetly broken. Peter then picked the knife from the floor that the murderer had just dropped and held it to his throat. The murderer was obviously scared. "How does it feel??" asked Peter very evilly. "Not very good huh?" Peter wanted to see him suffer. He wanted to kill him. But he stopped. Even though he wanted so much to watch him die, something stopped him. He then remembered what his Uncle told him earlier that day, "With great power, comes great responsibility." ~It's either kill this bastard, or let him rot in prison...~ Peter thought. ~It looks like I gotta desicion to make...~
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Anger, hatred, pain. All of those things could cause disastrous results. There are a lot of people right this second that are feeling all three of these emotions. Whether its in the past or the future, that is the main reason why this world is destined for war.
(A/N: Thats all for chapt. 4. Sorry about the corny cliffhanger, I couldn't resist. PLEASE REVEIW!)
