It was dark. The way he liked it. He slowly cat walked toward his target, with his a blade in each of his hands. The target's back was turned, feeding on raw flesh, which gave him the upper hand. He could smell the blood which was being eaten by the target. This was big...bigger then he could have imagined.
He tightened his grip around his blades. This was going to be one hell of a fight. Just then, he sprung out of hiding and slashed the giant beast, but the beast seem hardly affected.
The beast swiped at him, throwing him back 100 feet landing on his back. He got up, and realized he dropped his blades. This was not good. The vicious beast paced to him waiting to rip the flesh of his bones. He saw were he dropped them. If he could make a run for it, he would get them in time.
The beast tried to grab him, but he used every inch of power he had to evade the monster, and dash for at least one of his blades. He rolled over to one of them and gra-
Peter jolted up from his resting position in his bedroom panting hard. He violently looked around to see were he was. As soon as he recognized his room, Peter laid back down, put his hands on his head and let out a huge sigh of relief. And yet, another completely crazy dream. Listening to Bobby rant on about vampires and werewolves might have finally taken it's toll. It was daylight outside. It didn't take long for there to be a knock on the door, which startled Peter.
"Co...com...come in!" he stuttered. He still felt woozy, and decided it was best if he didn't try and get up. The door opened and girl in black came in.
"Hey there, Sticky," began Rogue with a smile as he sat on his bed right next to him. "How ya doin?"
"What happened?" Peter snapped. "The girl...everyone else! Are they alright?"
"Calm down, Tiger," Rogue tried to calm Peter by putting her gloved hand on his shoulder. "Everyone's fine. Wolverine took care of everything."
"Wolverine?" asked Peter sitting himself up in bed. "So they are related?"
"Well," began Rogue. "Something like that." Rogue told the story of X23. How she was a clone of Wolverine. How her name meant that she was the 23rd attempt. How she never had a decent childhood. How she's good and pissed at Logan. How she's going to stay at the mansion...that kind of thing. Peter's mouth was securely on the floor in silence the whole time.
"Mutants, Giant Robots, People trying to take over the world, and now Clones," Peter finally responded. "Suddenly, life is starting to sound like an over ratted sci-fi movie."
"Suddenly?" asked Rogue with a smile. "If you asked me, that card was played a long time ago." Peter laughed. It was almost 1 in the afternoon, a whole damn weekend wasted just because a disgruntled girl with metal claws decided to ruin it. Although, Peter doesn't blame the girl for being pissed off, but the scariest thing is probably the fact that little Wolverine girl will be staying at the mansion. That's what you call dysfunctional. "So how's you're arm?"
Peter was almost choked. He quickly reached for the arm wounded by that thug the other night, and saw that it was bandaged up. "Did..." Peter was nervous. "Did you...?"
"No," replied Rogue...not the answer Peter wanted. "Hank did." They know! Hank, the professor...they all should know by now that Peter has still been sneaking out. "You're lucky that it wasn't any worse," continued Rogue. "I mean, that girl was just plain vicious."
Peter's eyes widened. "Girl?"
"Yeah," replied Rogue. "Stabbing you in the arm is the most harm she did to anyone. It's a good thing it wasn't Bobby or anything. His parents won't be to happy with the Professor."
...Or maybe they don't know.
"She stabbed me?" asked Peter softly, knowing what truly happened to his arm.
Rogue fell silent for a second, smiled, and said. "For some reason, I don't think so." Peter looked at her with a face that even Wolverine could feel sorry for. She didn't even need to ask, she knows this routine all to well. "Getting stabbed by any 'wolverine' will be something to remember. Besides, I noticed the bleeding before I was knocked out."
"No one else did?" asked Peter very hopefully.
"Not that I know," replied Rogue giving Peter some relief. "But Hank was the one who patched you up, and I think he could tell the difference between a claw or a...was it a knife?"
"Yup," replied Peter. "A sharp one, too. One of those kinds with the little spikes at the end."
"You're the luckiest little bug in the world, you know that?" said Rogue trying to hide back a smile.
"If I really was I wouldn't have been stabbed."
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The next day.
Lunch
"So it wasn't little Wolverine girl?" asked Amanda taking a sip of her water bottle. As usual, the lunch table occupied that of Kurt, Kitty, Amanda, and Peter, all eating their respective lunches, including Kitty's healthy salad and Kurt's fattening Gutbombs.
"Nope," replied Peter oh-so-casually as usual. "Just some guy. I paid him back though."
"You know this proves my point, right?" asks Kitty with an I-told-you-so smile.
"Here we go..." said Kurt softly.
"What if it wasn't you're arm?" asked Kitty releasing the ever-famous 'what ifs'. "What if it was you're heart or you're lungs that got pierced?"
"Please, Kitty," interrupted Peter. "Watch it with the images. I'm eating."
Kitty paid no mind to Peter's comment. "This jobs gonna kill you, Pete. And you know that, but you don't really seem to care."
"Kitty," began Peter as he put down his half-eaten pizza and prepared for a small speech. "What have I told you the last 92 times-"
"93."
"-Thanks Kurt- 93 times you tried to lay this on me? I know what I'm doing."
"What are you doing?" asked Amanda with her arms crossed and her eyebrow raised.
"Excuse me?" Peter begged her pardon.
"You heard me," replied Amanda. She seems serious. Peter heard stories from Kurt what she was like when she was serious. Peter felt a painful experience coming up...one that didn't trigger his spider-sense..
"How about...using my powers for the good of mankind?" asked Peter somewhat playfully. "What about making sure that no one...or as close to 'no one' as I can get...can experience the loss that I have? That good enough?"
Amanda didn't answer..to everyone's surprise. She knew there was a little more to it then that, but she decided not to go any further. Peter seems passionate about his mission...and this doesn't seem like the time or place to talk about.
"Hi, Peter," said a voice from behind the young mutant. Peter turned around to see the beautiful blonde girl holding her purse and a lunch tray.
"Gwen!" Peter almost yelped in surprise. Kurt and Kitty began to feel a little uncomfortable. Rogue and Amanda however were interested to see what would happen. Peter tried to stay cool and tried not to say anything stupid. "What are you doing here?" No success.
"Well," Gwen kind of stalled for a second and took a look to her right...where her usual acquaintances hang out. She also noticed something. One of her friends, Felicia seemed to be staring at her...but she didn't pay much attention. Gwen turned back to Peter and said, "I was wondering...If I could hang out with you today."
"See Peter?" said Kurt all of a sudden. "You're dreams can come true." Kurt suddenly put his hands on his head to protect it from the incoming female fists...however they all just transferred to his stomach.
Peter gave Gwen, who seemed to be amused by Kurt's joke, a embarrassed smile. "Enter at your own risk," Peter replied pointing a finger to Kurt. "This is my buddy Kurt. By default, not by choice."
Kurt held out his hand to Gwen. "I'm cute, funny, and taken," he explained, which was the same thing he says to every attractive girl. Gwen laugh with Amanda and shook his hand. Just then, Gwen, felt something on Kurt's hand. She took a quick look at his hand, to see if it was hairy or something, but Kurt quickly took it away. He knew what she was looking for, so naturally, he retaliated. "Did I mention I was single?"
"Right," Peter interrupted. "And this is Kitty, Rogue and Amanda." Gwen smiled at all three of them.
"Nice to meet you guys," she said sweetly as she sat down next to Peter. "Rogue?" asked Gwen. "Aren't you in my math class?" Rogue nodded and was kind of surprised that she noticed her...but then again...how often is a person named 'Rogue'. "You're accent sounds southern. Are you from Tennessee?"
"Close," replied Rogue. It was no secret that Rogue had little tolerance for Gwen, but since she knew it meant a lot to Peter, and possibly the rest of the table, she calmed herself down. "A small town in Mississippi."
"Actually; Gwen," began Kitty. "Amanda the only one who was actually born here. I'm from Illinois, and Kurt's from Germany, if you couldn't already tell."
"You're right," said Peter. "But I'm just from Queens."
"Manhattan," admitted Gwen.
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After School
"Peter!" yelled Gwen trying to catch up with Peter. For a science wiz, he's pretty fast. "Peter!" she yelled one final time. This time, it reached Peter's ears. He stopped to turn around and waiting for the blonde.
"Sorry Gwen, but I'm already late-"
"I just wanted to thank you," she said simply and sweetly.
"Thank me?" asked Peter. "For what?"
"Today at lunch," she began. "Letting sit with you guys. It really meant a lot to me."
"You don't have to thank me," assured Peter with a mile. "We were happy to do it. You can come by anytime." He didn't even bother asking why she wasn't hanging out with her other friends anymore.
Gwen just then embraced Peter. "Thank you. You really are a great guy." Peter hesitated to hug her back, but eventually, he did. As Gwen broke the hug, she padded both of his biceps firmly...which was what she did every time after she hugged someone.
"AH!" yelped Peter suddenly that kind of startled Gwen. He quickly grabbed his bicep in pain but tried as hard he could to conceal it.
"What happened?" Gwen asked almost in a panic. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, fine," Peter said softly trying to fight the pain. "I just..hurt myself over the weekend. It okay."
Gwen took a better look at bicep which was being clothed by a long blue sleeve...and red liquid. "Oh God, you're bleeding."
Peter took a look. It was a lot of blood. "Damn! The stitches must've come out." Just then, Gwen looked at Peter. She didn't say a word, but she seemed to be in a trance...as if she was trying to examine Peter with her eyes. He knew what she was thinking. "I got...I gotta go. I gotta fix this. I'll see you later!" Peter ran out of the school quickly. Gwen just stood there.
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This is too much. Too damn much. Spider-Man dove off a law firm building and spun a web. He knew he would slip up eventually, but he never thought it would happen so soon. He always thought he'd eventually get a girlfriend she'd eventually catch him in the act. But no! Turns out some rich, fake-blonde girl with her hottie hot self, and her hottie hot friends, and their perfect boyfriends. Spider-Man stopped on a medium-sized worn-down Manhattan building and began to rub his head.
"Come on, Spidey," he said softly to himself. "You barley even know her. For all you know, she could be poor, natural blonde, and all around good person. Maybe that damn adorable voice of her's isn't just an act." Spider-Man looked at his gloved hands. He began to think about the institute. Kurt and his jokes. Kitty and her complaints. Rogue and her intimidation. Scott and his leadership. Jean and her brains. Bobby and his...Steve Stifler-likeness. He's days with the institute has been more than he could ever hope for. He hardly even thought about home anymore, and it's little easier to sneak out...except for all those guns and such.
Just then, something bursted right through the roof under Spider-Man's foot.
Spider Sense.
A little late, no?
Whatever it was, it grabbed Spidey's leg and pulled him right through the roof onto the floor of the top floor of the building. Spider-Man got dirt on his mask, so he really couldn't see, so he used his spider-sense to guide him out of harms way.
In the few second he had to clear his mask, he tried to analyze what grabbed his leg. Some kind of metal? Oh no... The dirt was stuck good on the mask. Suddenly he heard a THUD. Then another. Then another. It sounded like footsteps.
Spider-Man finally cleared his masked and gazed at the extremely large metallic humanoid who gazed at him with silver-gold eyes.
Overwhelmed with a deep repulsion for sights seen so commonly, now I have come to see his point of view. Assimilate into a culture of post morality, from what he's seen, he hates humanity. They can rot with repulsion. He'll write the world a brand new song. Make the world a haven for us. Killing innocent lives to create paradise for us. And yet here I am, doing everything I can to stop it.
(A/N: Don't worry. I'm still alive. REVIEW)
