Morph: Thanks so much for the encouragement andkind words. I'm glad that somebody is still reading this story. Hopefully I'll get more readers for it as time goes on.

Pissed off: Sorry, but it sort of had to happen. You'll see why in a little bit. By the way, are you a new reader or someone else and you just didn't feel like giving a signed review? Anyway, I hope you continue to read, even if you don't like what I did to M.J.

Author's Note: Today marks a joyous occasion. I received my first flame! W00T! Thank you Pissed off for making my dreams come true. All this time I've said 'Flames Welcomed' and they still are.

Chapter 6: Mistaken Identities

Crouched atop the Chrysler building stooped a lone and confused boy. At first he had tried to find his father, but that had failed, and he was still new to this whole 'web swing' thing. So he found a high spot, because for some reason he had this yearning for heights and high up places, and rested for a bit.

A copycat, a green goblin, the policeman said. What sense did that make? Did whoever it was know that his father was Spider-Man? Is that why they had killed his mother? The rage built inside of him. But he was surprised at who he was angry at. He wasn't angry with himself, or with the killer even, he was angry with his father.

The man who had hidden everything from him, the man who had lied to him for sixteen years, the man who was ultimately responsible for the death of his mother. It was because his father had been Spider-Man that he hadn't been able to fulfill any of his promises. It was because of his secret that Ben's mother was now dead. It was because of his secret that a lot of people were dead.

What would he do now? Their home was mostly destroyed, and his father had just taken off in a grief stricken rage. He had just left Ben there. But Ben wasn't in the mood to be just left. The tears soaked through the ski mask that covered his face. Suddenly he got that weird feeling and spun around.

A green laser went past right where he had been. An armored man in green stood on a purple glider. "It's time to die said the Goblin to the Spider." The man said in a voice that just gave Ben the chills. But before Ben could say anything the man sent two small orange balls towards him.

Ben jumped up instinctively to avoid them and snagged a web on the glider, swinging beneath it and coming back up the other end. Without quite knowing what he was doing he gave the guy a good punch from behind.

The man took the punch seemingly unaffected, spun around and punched him right back, hard. It knocked him off the glider and took the wind right out of him. Who was this guy? Why was Ben fighting him? Wait… Said the Goblin to the Spider? He was the copycat! He was the guy that killed Ben's mother!

Without quite knowing why Ben shot a web line back up, but missed the glider. He was falling, and falling fast. What should he do? Wait, there was a flagpole, he shot webbing at it but missed. Finally he just decided to web onto the wall. He did, but it changed his direction and slammed him right into the wall instead of onto the ground.

"Ow." He said in a pained voice. He looked up but the Goblin guy was gone. He stuck to the wall and began his climb up. What was that? What should he do now? Questions filled his mind more rapidly than he could think of answers. He should go back home. Maybe his dad had a spare costume or something he could borrow.

No, why would he do that? He didn't want to go out swinging again, or did he? Did he want to be a super hero? Like his father? No, not like his father. He didn't want to waste his time helping others while ignoring those he claimed to love the most. But one thing was for sure; he had to track his father down.

That odd feeling came back to him again and he paused, only to get smashed against the wall and picked up from behind. The Goblin guy was back. Why did he keep getting that feeling just before something bad happened? Was that some sort of power? Just in case he made a mental note. Odd feeling means: move your butt.

"Who are you?" Ben asked, surprised that he had the courage.

"You don't remember me?" The goblin asked somewhat surprised, but then he gave a cackle. "I'm hurt Peter, I thought for sure you would remember your greatest foe!"

"You've got the wrong guy!" Ben shouted, but of course, he was ignored. Suddenly he was swung upwards and tossed into the air, only to be caught in the chest by one of those orange things that only tossed a set of metal cords around him. "What the?"

"A few things to improvise with." The goblin said snatching the cords.

Ben wriggled to try and get free, but it didn't seem to work. "What are these made of?" He asked, but the Goblin only laughed.

"Don't even try, not even the great Spider-Man can break those cords. You're pathetic. Almost as pathetic as that witch Mary Jane, but you… You will beg for mercy before all is done." The goblin sneered.

Something snapped. And it wasn't the cords. Ben was filled with rage from the moment the Goblin had said the words 'Mary Jane.' "You son of a-." His muscles flexed. "Argh!" He screamed as he busted out of the cords, ripping them apart as he did so. Maybe he was a tad stronger than his father. Or maybe the cords just weren't as strong as the Goblin thought they were.

But the goblin didn't have time to react. "You're going to pay!" Ben yelled as he landed on the glider, he ducked down and knocked the goblin's feet out from under him, knocking them both off the glider as it swooped up and landing them both on a rooftop of some skyscraper.

"How did you?" The goblin started but was cut off as Ben's fist met with his face, only to be followed by a whole flurry of fists. Each of them hit and knocked the Goblin back, bit by bit. Finally the Goblin took a swing of his own, but Ben leapt up and backwards in a grand flip that was at least three stories high.

In mid air he webbed the Goblin and tried to yank him up to where he was in the air, but instead the Goblin caught a hold of the web line and yanked him down. Ben was more than happy to oblige and his feet landed right in the Goblin's chest in a powerful kick that drove him back into the wall.

Ben flipped backwards and landed on his feet. "Who are you?" Ben screamed through the mask. "Why did you kill my mother?"

"Your mother?" The Goblin leapt to his feet. "So you're not the Spider I was looking for. You're the son of that wall crawling scum!" Suddenly the goblin leapt up and onto the glider and tried to fly off. "Later." He called with a cackle.

Ben tried to leap out after him but couldn't, and his web missed it's target. He swung back down and reached a rooftop where he hadn't been before. From it he leapt to another and then crawled down the wall into a dark alleyway where he took of the mask. "What was that?" He asked himself as he stuffed the mask into his pocket.

He didn't know what to do now. His house was probably empty, he still hadn't found his father, and though he wanted revenge on who ever that Goblin was something was unsettling about him. He spoke as if he knew Peter was Spider-Man. Obviously he knew where Ben lived.

He couldn't go back home. Not yet. He couldn't face it. But he was in the city, where could he go?

A few minutes later…

"Tap, tap, tap." The noise at the window completed until the window opened. "Ben? What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night." Felicity asked a bit startled to see a guy like Ben on her porch's roof knocking on her bedroom window.

"I'm sorry, but can I come in?" Ben asked cautiously.

"Um… Sure…" She said a little hesitantly. Glancing down she was only in her PJ pants a t-shirt. "Should I tell my mom you're here?"

"You can if you want to." Ben answered as he came in through the window. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come in the window but… I didn't know what else to do… I was in the city and I can't go home and…"

"Why can't you go home?" Felicity asked slightly concerned as she turned on her bedroom light.

"My dad… He's disappeared, I can't find him… and my mom…" His voice choked, he couldn't continue his sentence.

"What about your mom?" Felicity asked as she sat on her bed, Ben sitting next to her.

"She's…" There was no easy way to say this, he knew that, but he still couldn't bring himself to say it. "She's…"

"She's what?" Felicity asked, almost as if running out of patience.

"Dead." Ben answered and looked away, hanging his head a bit into his hands.

"Oh my…" She put her hand up to cover her mouth. "Are you sure?"

Ben just looked at her.

"Sorry." She said shaking her head. "How? When?"

"Earlier tonight." Ben answered. "Some maniac busted into our house and…" He couldn't continue, he actually broke down; his voice just wouldn't work.

"It's okay." Felicity tried her best to comfort him. Without knowing it he put his arm around her and held her close. She stroked his hair gently until he let her go and he just looked at her.

"I'm sorry about all this. I didn't mean to…" Ben started.

"It's okay. You can stay here tonight. I'll go let my mom know you're here, and what happened. I'll sleep downstairs." She said with a smile.

Ben just sat there as she left the room, coming back in a few moments with a cup of tea for him. "Here, drink this, it'll help you get some sleep." She said with a slight smile.

"Thanks." He said taking the cup.

To his surprise she kissed him on the cheek on then left, probably headed downstairs, but before she went. "You can sleep on my bed tonight. My mom is seeing about tracking down your dad."

"Thanks." Ben said with a smile. Though he knew that her mom had no chance what so ever of tracking his father down. Where was he?

Somewhere in New York City

Spider-Man sat stooped up the edge of a skyscraper. His mood was dark, and his mask was beginning to soak through because of tears. A copycat, who was the copycat? Was it Norman returned from the dead? Harry who hadn't been seen or heard from in fifteen years? Little Norman? Or was it someone completely unconnected from the Osborn family.

He wasn't world-famous because of his detective skills. But how hard could this be to figure out? His best bet was little Norman. It had to be. But he had already been by the Osborn mansion, as Peter, and the butler had said that Norman was retired for the night. Which meant he was in his room sleeping.

He knew it would crush the poor kid when he found out about M.J. She was like an Aunt to him. The whole Parker family was like family to little Norman. What happened to Ben? Peter couldn't believe that he had just run off like that. He should go back home. Ben was probably waiting for him on the front steps or something.

But he couldn't. He didn't want to. He couldn't handle seeing that house again. Not yet. So much pain had happened there. When his Aunt had died he bought the house because of its memories. But now it was the houses memories that kept him from it.

Eventually however he found himself swinging home, and eventually he found himself standing outside his own front door. Ben was nowhere to be seen. Where could he have run off? He had probably gone to Mike's. Peter would track him down later.

His hand lay on the door handle but even his spider-strength couldn't move him to open it. He just couldn't. Defeated he went to his car. He had left it unlocked. He sat in the driver's seat, but something caught his attention in the back.

Turning around he noticed a gray duffel bag sitting in the middle of the seat. Ben must have left it there earlier. He sighed and turned around. Starting up the car.

The drive was short. He walked up to the door and knocked before he rang the bell. It was the middle of the night, but with any luck they were already up.

"Hello?"

He recognized the voice of Miss Octavius as she opened the door. "Rosie, is Ben here?" He asked almost desperately.

"Why no." Rosie said almost hesitantly. "Should he be? I thought he and Michael were sleeping over at your house."

"Michael's not here? But I dropped him off here over three hours ago." Peter said with a hint of alarm.

"Maybe he came in while I was asleep and is in the basement. I'll check." She said before closing the door.

She came back a few minutes later. "Yes, Michael is here, but I'm afraid that Ben isn't." She said with a hint of sympathy in her voice. "Why what happened? Did he run away?"

"I'm not sure." Peter said shaking his head. "Thanks. I'll keep looking. Sorry to disturb you."

"That's okay Peter, come by anytime." She said with a smile as he left the porch and she closed the door.

"What did Mr. Parker want?" Mike asked as he came up from the basement.

"He was looking for Ben. Which is why I asked if he was here." Rosie said with a slight smile as she made her way to her chair.

"I guess their talk didn't go very well." Mike muttered shaking his head.

"What was that?" His mom asked, she hadn't quite heard him.

"Nothing." Mike said shaking his head again. "It's really late. I'm sorry I was working on a project for school and wasn't paying attention to the clock."

Rosie smiled. "Just like your father." She said with a smirk. "Well, it's not a school night so I can't be that upset with you. Did you get Ben his gift?"

"Yeah, he'll definitely be surprised at the party tomorrow." Mike said with a smile.

"What'd you get him?" Rosie asked curiously before she gave a yawn.

"It's a surprise." Mike said with a hint of excitement in his voice. "He'll like it though, I hope."

"Well that's good." Rosie said with a smile.

"Mom?" Mike asked as he stopped at the base of the stairs.

"Yes?" Rosie asked snapping a bit more awake.

"Can we go and visit dad on Monday?" Mike asked. "I want to ask him some stuff about our school project."

"Sure dear." She answered with a smile. "I'll see if Mary Jane can maybe give us a ride there and we can go after school."

"Thanks." Mike said with a smile before heading up the stairs to bed.

END

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