I don't own Spider-Man, but if I did. I would tone down the "Parker Luck" some notches.
But hate it or love it, support the official release.
Also, a special thanks to NeoTyson for the advice. Thanks again, Bro.
Last Time on Way of the Spider:
Peter passed the test of Determination. The first of many test, on his way to become a trained assassin of the Hand. Will he fail in the weight of his endeavors? Find out Now!
Sunday Afternoon In Matt's private Dojo
It has been two whole hours, of not stop sparring. The grueling onslaught was proving too much for our young hero, as he was on the floor, spread eagle, desperately trying to catch his breath.
Matt was no easy teacher to have. His teaching style was brutal, as in not hold back his punches. Something that Matt likes to do often, and Peter quickly learning to hate. Don't think that Peter is regretting his decision. No, not by a long shot. It was just the way Matt would annoy Peter in the middle of sparring. Matt, in his vast knowledge and experience of the Martial Arts, would break Peter's guard and would say to Peter to watch his "BLIND SPOTS" before knocking him to the ground. Peter knows he is just adding salt to the open wound, and it was working. Like, Okay we get it. Your blind and kicking my ass. You don't have to be a dick about it.
Peter's inner rant was disturbed as Matt asked, "Is that all you got?" Matt was on the other side of the room, still wearing formal wear. The bastard was just adding insult to injury by wearing clothes that restrict movement during the beat down. The, very piss off, Young man rose his head and right hand from the ground and answered, "Hey, Matt if you're really blind, guess what I'm doing." Peter proceed to flip him the bird.
With a sigh, Matt brought up two fingers and poked his eyes. That action caused Peter to cringe.
"I can not see nor can I feel my eyes, Peter." said Matt as he continued to poke his eyes, sending Peter, unpleasant chills, down his spine.
"But," Matt continued with a growing smirk, "If I have to guess, you're sending an obscene gesture, my way." Peter just gave up after that.
"You impressed me, Peter, compare to the first time we fought, to the one we had today. Your fight style grew a tiny bit, but it still looked like you were forcing yourself." Matt finally decided to give some advice to Peter.
"Forcing? How?" asked Peter, not understanding Matt's advice.
"You were too stiff, rigid, and your transition between moves was too choppy. It was almost like you were fight yourself to attack and to counter attack. That is a big no-no in Martial Arts." Matt finish his sagely advice with a question, "If you are fighting yourself, how can you fight your opponent?"
Peter had to get Matt back, so he asked,"Fortune cookie?" referring to where Matt got that question from.
"No, The Art of War." Matt answered back, but he also decided to annoy Peter by adding, "And yes, I do read. They did invent Braille." All Matt got was a groan from the teenager.
"Okay, I think that is enough for today. And before you start, I need to do a little research on what styles would be best to teach you. I think by next Wednesday, I should have something for you to learn." The master said as he were heading to the door of the Dojo, but stopped before opening it.
"Peter, ask yourself, and I want a honest answer. What drives your determination? Is it to help others? Or is it for yourself? Or revenge?" Matt didn't wait for an answer as he left the room, leaving Peter to his thoughts and aching body.
Unknown Location
We see a small, four door sedan car driving on a mountain road. On one side of the road was the steep ledge of the mountain, and on the other a deadly drop. The car was driving safely, so the chance of it going off the road was nil at best. Inside we see a family of three. A father, driving, enjoying the challenge of the road, A mother, looking in a bag of snacks, and finally, we see a young boy, in the back seat.
The boy in the back was trying to read a book, but the constant turning of the road proved too much to handle. He was getting car sick, and fast.
"Ugh," with a groan, the boy voiced his discomfort, which was met with a chuckle from the boy's father.
"I told you, Peter. You are going to get sick if you continue to read on this road." The father told his son.
The now named boy, was nothing like the avenging teen we are use to seen. The boy was younger. He had thick glasses on, while his hair was combed back. He was also, much more skinny and pale looking. All in all, we can tell, puberty will hit Peter very well.
"But dad, how can I stop reading, when the author is about to explain the effects of Quantum tunneling on tachyon vibrations?" he asked his dad, but soon regret it was his breakfast started to crawl up his throat.
His father didn't respond to Peter's dilemma, as he was filled with pride over his son. In relatively, who wouldn't? His son was very smart, borderline genius. Not bad for a nine year old.
"Oh, honey. It is okay to stop for a little bit. The book will still be there." the mother said while look at Peter with a kind smile. That look, quickly changed, as she saw her child was about to blow chunks. "Here, if you need to throw up?" She handed the boy a plastic bag.
"Son, focus on the a single point in front of us. Make sure it is a good distance ahead. That should help with the motion sickness." Richard added as he was looking for a vista point to stop the car. When suddenly.
Honk! Honk!
A car was honking them from the back. The car was a black sedan with tilted windows. Richard wasn't able to see the driver, but the driver seemed impulsive. It seem like the driver wanted Richard to pull over so he can pass him.
Honk! Honk!
The driver of the other car also seemed impatient, as he continued to honk his horn more frequently.
"Okay, Okay, I'll move." Richard said under his breath as he started to move to the small shoulder line on the side of the road.
Bang!
The car didn't wait for Richard to move. He ran his car into Richards' trunk. The hit was sudden and out of nowhere, that it actually made Peter forget all about his motion sickness.
Bang!
The other driver didn't stop hitting the family car. In fact it seemed he wanted to run them over.
"Richard!" yelled out Mary, Peters mother. She then pull out a gun from the glove compartment and loaded it. She then processed to take off her seat belt, as she head to the back seats.
"I Know!" Richard answered as he started to drive more erratic in order to loss the other car.
"Peter, I want you to get down and to cover your ears." His mother ordered him, which he obeyed.
Fear, That was the feeling Peter was filled with. He doesn't know what is happening. All he knows is that the other car is still hitting them and his mom is shooting out of the back window. Then it happen, a big hit and all hell broke loose.
The car started to spin out of control, not just sideways. Peter started to scream as his world slowed down to a hold. That was when the fear increased. He feel it. The way his mother was going to die.
Like a movie moving in slow motion. He felt the car run out of the road, been pushed by the other car. They were heading towards the trees of the forest below. There car will go through three smaller trees, while the whole time his mother would be bouncing violently in the back seat. They would final stop when they hit a big tree, but that stop would come with a price.
Almost as if the tree was designed to grow there on that spot, like fate wanted it to be there. It had a branch that was facing toward the car. A branch that had an unusually sharp end to it. Like a spear. A spear that will ram through his mother's spine, ripping through her intestine, and finally come out of her abdomen, killing her in front of him. His heart bated faster. He felt the same scene play out again. And again, and again, and again, each time, it was replaying faster than the last. He was stuck in some sort of time-loop. As his heart rate increased the gruesome scene played again.
It was too much to take in for the young boy. He passed out without known if his visions would come true. He prayed and hoped it would not. Sadly that prayer was not answered. As it played out exactly as his vision.
Peter's Bedroom, 2:37 AM
With a gasp, Peter awake from the nightmare that was a past memory. He was covered with sweat as he was desperately trying to calm down. He put has right hand over his heart to help him, but he only just felt his rapid heart beat.
He was wondering why that specific nightmare was back. He stopped reliving it years ago.
After a couple of minutes, he was able to calm himself, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep again. He didn't want to dream of the accident, again. Never again, but it still haunt him.
With a heavy sigh, he got up from his bed. He walked to his closest to put on his costume, but he stopped halfway to it. He forgot, he doesn't have it.
Standing alone in the darkness of his room, he felt those memories resurface. His mother's death. That was the first time he discovered his spider-sense and it's curse. His spider-sense acted like a boost to the brain. It somehow increase flow of info in the user neurons. Effectively making the user think and react faster, with the added effect of burning the images and thoughts forever in memory, perfectly.
He needed a distraction, something. Anything, if not he would go crazy. Looking around, being able to see clearly in the night, thanks to his powers, he spotted his computer. He hasn't gone through all the data he stole from the College. The same data that has helped him in his endeavors so far. And with another heavy, but tried, sigh, he moved towards his computer.
This story is still "alive"! I just need a Beta reader. I'm going to need help to find one, seen as I don't know how to find one on this site. Believe me, I tried. That is why the story was on the back burner for a while...a long while. Sorry.