People were utterly amazed. They were stunned. Shocked. Awe-stricken, and all of the above. Spider-Man was a super-hero! That's what he did! He saved people in trouble! He got a couple of boo's and dirty looks, but he didn't care. When would he see them again? When they were begging for him to save their lives? Would they be booing him then, too?
He didn't know why he didn't spring into action. Usually the satisfaction of saving someone's life gave him an indescribable boost of self-esteem. Well, not today. He didn't want to take that one chance. He was too pissed off and frustrated. Spider-Man thought for a moment. This wasn't like him at all. Not caring about innocent lives being taken? Not caring if evil triumphed? Spider-Man turned around, hoping he wasn't too late. Once he saw the trouble, he immediately froze in terror. "Oh my god. Oh my god! Oh my f#!ing god!" There was a girl. She looked about thirteen. She was up on the roof! Spider-Man looked at the rest of the building. Holy Shit! It was on fire! Spider-Man ran past the shouting officers and firemen. He knew only he could climb up there on time. But, time had already been wasted.
"I'm coming!" He called out to her. "Please! Hurry, Spider-Man!" She cried as he leaped up to scale the building. The smoke and flames burned like crazy. This structure wasn't stable. His spider-sense was telling him to get the hell out of there. He knew he only had seconds. A minute tops. "Hold on!" He screamed through the fire. It was really blazing out of the windows now. He could barley see, much less climb up it.
The fire was coming through to the roof. It was going to tare the building down. Spider-Man was only halfway up. He wasn't going to make it. "Help me! Spider-Man! Please help me! I'm stuck! Save me! Save me!" It was at that moment the building shook. Spider-Man continued up. "Come on! Come on!"
He looked at the girl. She peered over to look at him. The building was coming down. "I'm sorry." He said as he let go. The building came down after him, followed by terrified teenage screams.
Unlike a cat, spiders can not land right on their feet, though this would have come in handy. Spider-Man crashed onto the hard concrete. He felt like his ribs broke into a million pieces. He just lied there, with the debris tumbling next to him. He stared up into the sky. He felt the pressure; the guilt and the blame fall on him harder than a stone from the building would have. I didn't make it. I didn't make it. She died. She's dead, because of me. People were crying and screaming. He tried to make a sound, but no one heard him. He couldn't move. The pain. The agony. The defeat.
Some of the witnesses crowded around the fallen hero. He looked up at them and said, "Any of you have a large case of aspirin?" He sat up. This wasn't the time for jokes. Someone just died. A little girl perished at his feet. He sighed, putting his head into his hands. "I…I couldn't save her," He told the people watching his every move. "I couldn't get to her. I…I lost." "Spider-Man…" Someone began. But no one knew what to say. Spider-Man got up in pain. He heard his body crack. One man in the crowd called over a paramedic.
Spider-Man lied down in the ambulance, with two men checking him. He grabbed one of the two man's wrist. He pulled him closer and said, "You look under the mask, it'll be the last thing you ever do." The worker nodded in fear. Though, he shouldn't be afraid. He had helped the Hulk once before, when he wasn't angry.
Spider-Man drifted off from loss of blood. He shook in his dream, making it hard for them to stitch the hero up.
Climb. Climb! I'm almost there.
Mary Jane! I'm coming!
Hold on, Mary Jane!
The fire! The smoke!
M.J., hurry, jump into my arms! Do it, M.J.! Do it now! It's gonna collapse!
Mary Jane!
MARY JANE!
No! NO! NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
He woke up with a start. A white sheet fluttered down. It must have been on his head, to cover the parts the paramedics didn't need to see. Oh snap! His head! Oh snap! He quickly pulled down his mask that had been up. Oh, there was a nice stitch there, too!
He got up from the large car and walked outside. Fire trucks were putting out the remaining fire on the debris. It came back to her now. The fire. The building. The girl.
Spider-Man walked off, not talking to anyone, like a zombie. He decided to go see Mary Jane. Make sure she was okay, too.
…. Then came the rain….