Charlie Conner should've known that as soon as the media and law enforcement realized that she's not only living in the same apartment complex as the Parkers, but also teaching at the same high school where Peter Parker attends, they would be coming for her. Dealing with the FBI was not too bad, they tried (and miserably) to get her to say something incriminating against Peter Parker or herself. All she told them that Peter Parker was just one of her students from her AP Art classes. She wasn't aware of his vigilante activity as Spider-Man up until when the whole fucking world found out. Although, it did account for the times Peter just seemed to vanished randomly from time to time over the past fours years he attend Midtown High School.
Dealing with the police was nothing compared to the press and the public. Hundreds of hateful phones and e-mails a day to the point where she changed her number and deleted her old Gmail account and got a new one. Co-workers at work act differently around her, talking in hush whisper when she enters the break room or find ways to avoid conversation. Charlie found their behavior completely ridiculous, all because Peter Parker is one of her favorite students. Principal Morita wasn't much help at all. His only suggestion was to take some time off until things cool down.
And now here she is, taking a detour through a dark alley just because some 'reporter' from the Daily Bugle recognized her, which alerted several others. Charlie has her nose covered with the front end of her black AC/DC t-shirt but it didn't do much to block the smell. As she walk further into the alley, Charlie felt unease due to the quietness of her surroundings, with the exception of her footsteps against concrete.
'The moon is out' She tells herself. She can make out objects. She'll have enough time to react to danger. There's nothing-
Just a few feet ahead of her, something large is moving near one of the trash containers. Charlie stops dead in her tracks, not sure what would be appropriate to respond. She takes a few steps backwards-
"Is someone there?" The voice is frail, shaken and desperate. It sounded like this person needed help but Charlie had this unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. The man kept his body hidden and crouch in the shadows near the large garbage containers.
Charlie lets out a shaky breath before answering. "Are you hurt? Is there any way I can help you?"
He didn't respond right away. "No." The tone of his voice was deep and menacing now.
"What do you need?" The man slowly stood up which made Charlie take a few a steps backwards. "Keep your distance. I'm armed."
The low chuckle he gave her sent chills down her spine. She wanted her body to just run in the opposite direction. In the darkness, she can faintly make out the glossy yellow bug like eyes that was being lit up by the moonlight.
"You're lying," he tells her. "But I have to complement on your beautiful red hair."
Charlie didn't respond, she couldn't stop looking at those horrible yellow eyes.
"Let's play a little game, huh? You'll be little red riding hood and I'll be the big..."
He steps out of the shadows. "Bad wolf."