Before she knew it, she was sprinting across building tops, jumping over traffic and pedestrians from above. Her heart was racing and she was so pumped to go faster and faster, seeing that her jumps grew longer and longer each time. She had never had so much fun in her life, and now, life was just beginning now that she had super abilities. Her fun then stopped as she came to a huge gap between buildings. She looked down at the oncoming traffic and fast pace New York citizens, seeing that this was indeed too far of a jump. 'So much for the all powerful me,' she thought, sighing and then saw her hand. Her face lit up when she remembered the web incident in class. "If I remember right, spiders can lift and carry large prey with their webbing. Then that means I should be able to swing across!" she mumbled aloud, looking down at her wrist.
"Well, here goes nothing," she said, and with her last words she had leaped off the building towards the other. As she fell, she held her wrist at a building, determined on getting the webbing to come out, but had no success. "Oh God," she mumbled in fear, as the ground below her drew closer. She very rapidly tried many hand signals, failing at every attempt until finally, a strand of web shot out of her wrist and latched onto a building and she grabbed a hold of it, swinging away from the ground that was just inches from her feet. She opened her eyes, looking up to see that she had made it and felt relief wash over her fear-struck body.
"Woo-hoo!" she shouted over the streets of the city as she swooped down over then on her web line. Ten minutes was all it took for her to get the hang of her new capability. She free fell from extreme heights and then swung to safety over and over again, having a hell of a time. It was after awhile when it came to her attention that she had to go to the hospital to see her father. Before she hit the ground, she had a change of mind and decided to "swing" to the hospital instead. It would be faster, and she wouldn't have to get her car.
Soaring through the cold September night, Anya finally came to a stop behind the hospital building, dropping to the ground and peering around the corner to see if anyone was around. No one was in sight, so she quickly rushed to the front of the building and entered.
"I'm here to see my father, Alex Enders," Anya said to the lady at the front desk as she stormed into the hospital. She looked up from her typing and pointed to a long hallway, mumbling, "Door 56." Anya gave a quick thank you and briskly walked down the hall, finding the room and entering it. She found her father on the hospital bed, completely unstable and hooked up to many machines. She cautiously approached him, and took a seat in a chair next to the bed. A sort of half smile found its way across her face as she looked at him. Part of it was from relief that he was O.K. and part of it was from sadness. "Hey Dad," she whispered, knowing that he couldn't hear her but she didn't care. She needed someone to talk to. "So how are you feeling? I know I haven't been up here this morning, but, I am now. Ugh, I just, I never should have agreed to test out that experiment. It was my fault for going through with it." There was a long silence as Anya looked at her father, and tears began to form in her eyes. "Look, I know I haven't always been there for you and we haven't always had the greatest relationship, but, I want to change that. I want to spend more time with you. I want to make up for all the times I've never shared. I'm sorry, Dad…" her words began to get to her, and touched her deeply, as she began to shed tears silently down her face. As Anya cried, her father began to slowly open his eyes. He looked over to see his daughter crying by his bedside. With all of what strength he had left over, he very jadedly spoke, "Anya?" Anya immediately looked up at her father, eyes puffy and red, and replied, "Dad? Dad, I'm here for you." She took hold of his hand and let a small smile creep across her face. "Anya? I love y-" Mr. Enders tried to tell his daughter goodbye, but right then he was cut off by the long "beep" that sounded through the air. Anya shook her head. "Dad?" She felt his hand fall from hers, as she realized he was no longer with her. Her heart felt as though a thousand knives jabbed into it at once. She looked over at the computer screen and saw that the jagged lines now formed one solid line. The passing of her father had come. And she sat alone in the room with her deceased guardian.
Anya had climbed upon the roof of the hospital building and sat in a trance. Her father was gone. The one man that gave her life was gone. The one man that she had to look after her and to always care for her, was gone. Just like that, in a matter of seconds; gone. She had never lost anyone in her life, and now she knew how it felt. The incredible pain that came with it. Everything. It was all such a shock to her. All so strange. Then, she became conscious of the fact that this was part of life that was most painful, and the most that anyone has to deal with. Then she thought about her new being. How she now possessed some incredible powers. How would she ever deal with life again? She looked up into the sky and asked herself, "Is there not anyone that knows how I feel?" She felt so alone.
Meanwhile, down below in the alley behind the hospital, four men approached a man who seemed to be quite frightened. "Yo, you ripped me off man! You ripped all of us off! Now, I'm really pissed off!" one of the gang members shouted to the man as the others checked to see if anyone was around. Anya looked down below at the five men and slowly crawled to the edge of the building to get a good look at the situation. "I-I-I don't want to start any trouble! You can have the money! I'll give you all of it! Just please don't hurt my family!" the frightened man stuttered. What seemed to be the leader of the gang stepped forward, "Oh, don't worry I'm gonna kill you first, and then I'm gonna kill your family. So then, you won't have to worry about them!" Anya's jaw dropped, and she thought of what would happen to the man if she didn't do something. She now knew how it felt to lose someone. And she didn't want it to happen to anyone else. She looked down at the web shaped tattoo on her wrist, and then peered across at the building across from her. Pointing her wrist at the corner of it and grabbing a hold of the webbing, she leaped off the building and swung full speed at the four men, knocking them apart from the frightened man and into different directions.
"Holy Cripes, who the hell are you!" one of the gangsters yelled, still against the wall. It was very dark, and she could not be seen by any of them. She narrowed her eyes in anger and roughly spoke, "I'm your official ass-kicker for tonight." After those words, she had shot web out at two of the guys and yanked them towards her, doing a flip out of the way as they crashed into the wall behind her. She landed in a stealthy position, her hands and feet on the ground and as the two other men charged towards her, she swung her leg at them and kicked one in the face following it in with other. The two fell to the ground and she sprung up, kicking another in the face with her two feet together and punched him hard in the stomach. She landed one last kick to another gangster's face, and watched him fall to the ground, completely knocked out. She turned and looked at the four fallen men on the ground, face down and bleeding badly. She couldn't believe what she had just done. "You saved my life," a voice from behind spoke. She quickly turned to see the frightened man huddled in the corner of a dumpster. She didn't know what to do. Was she now a hero? Would this get out? Without a second thought, she turned around and ran down an out of the alley. When she thought she was out of the man's sight, she leaped into the air and swung off to her house on her web.
That night she lay on her bed, over thinking all of the crazy things she had experienced that day. The thing she couldn't get out of her mind was the death of her father. How she would never see him again was just shocking to her. It didn't seem right. She thought of how she had handled those men that night, and how she kicked their asses. She never even got hit once! Her new powers were amazing. A sudden thought hit her, and she thought of what had happened. Maybe she was given these powers for a reason. Maybe it wasn't just a lab accident. Maybe it was for a purpose. A reason. 'Yes,' she thought. I have the ability to help so many people. At that moment she realized that she was a hero. She had already saved one life. Imagine what she could do for others. "I know what its like to lose someone. I won't let it happen to anyone else," she whispered.
She had sprung up from her bed and pulled out some paper and a pen from her drawer. The first thing she needed to do was create a disguise. A costume. Anything that would make people look at her and know that she was the hero. Something that no one would be able to recognize her in. Her identity needed to be kept secret.
Her mind raced through many ideas for a costume, and she jotted down an excellent one that came to mind. She envisioned a tight black jumpsuit that would move with her and a fitted eye mask. She tore the paper out of her notebook and tossed it in the trash, as she found that it looked too common and boring, with no color. After about three more tries, she finally came up with the perfect suit. It consisted of the colors blue and red, with a tube-like top that had the upper part of it cut into the shape of a triangle. It held a small black spider design on the front, with silver webbing lines on red materiel. Her top at the bottom had little pieces of materiel that criss-crossed and attached to her bottoms, which were blue with silver webbing and went to her knees. Long, red knee length high heel boots covered the bottom half of her legs, which she had little black spiders on the sides of them. Her forearms were covered with long glove-like arm links that went from her wrist to just above her elbow, cut in a triangle ending shape at the top and bottom. The gloves were red and held the same silver spider pattern, but did not cover her whole hand. Lastly, a sly red eye mask was placed over her eyes, bearing her glistening green eyes.
She looked at her notepad and gazed upon the costume that would soon turn her into the town hero. What would people think about her? Had anyone seen powers such as hers? She would be famous! She looked over the notepad and to her nightstand where her father's picture was placed. "I'll do it for you Dad," she whispered, the last words that Anya spoke before she emerged into the new town hero