Hey, guys! I am so sorry that this took almost a month to update. I meant to have this chapter up like two weeks ago...oops.
Warning- Again because Norman is a creep and Peter is hurt.
"The itsy bitsy Spiderman, climbed up on the wall."
Peter's body was shaking uncontrollably. His breathing ragged and puffed out of his quivering chest. His head pounded, blood 'whooshing' through his ringing ears as he dragged himself forward.
He didn't know what to do. He couldn't fight Norman this way. He was too hurt, too small, too scared.
But the teen only had one web-shooter and he wasn't sure that he could web-sling his way out of here in his condition if he were to even find a viable exit that is. And Normy probably wouldn't just let him waltz out of here so-
"Down came Osborn, and made him crash and fall."
The singing was maddening, Osborn's voice echoing through the dark and bouncing off the walls. And he wouldn't stop! Spidey wanted to beg for him to stop. He wanted to scream and plead for him to be quiet. Just please, stop it!
Stop it! Please. Shutup-shutup-shutup!
But he didn't.
"Out came the Goblin, and filled him full of pain."
Peter felt a soft sob bubbled up from his chest. He hated that stupid song! It was supposed to be a silly little tune. One that everyone knew. That children sang when they were bored or drawing pictures in there Livingroom while their Aunt made cookies in the kitchen on cold winter days.
A song you sang while it rained outside and you watched a little spider hang from its web, wishing you could go play too. A lullaby your Uncle hummed when he was helping you put your pajamas on, his face soft as he made sure you brushed your teeth. A rhyme you sang while out in the garden with your Aunt, spinning in circles until you fell down in the grass with little giggles.
But Norman had twisted it into a sick game. One that made the boy shudder with a fear he had never felt before. One that filled him with a dread like no other, making his stomach twist itself into knots. One that made Peter's head spin with an all-encompassing panic.
Spidey tried to not focus on the Monster's loud, thunderous footsteps. The teen could still smell his stench, the burning flesh, the rancid breath. His stomach rolled inside of him, he was going to be sick.
"And the itsy bitsy spider, will never sling a web again."
Peter pressed a hand over his mouth trying to keep his shuddering breaths quiet, he wanted to go home. Wanted this all to be over, wanted to see his Aunt May. Oh god, Aunt May…
What will she do if Peter dies? Oh god. She would be alone; Peter would be abandoning her. Uncle Ben had only been gone a few months. She would be in their house by herself. No no no.
She would have to sit at the table alone. Maybe she would set three place settings out of habit, only to realize, she was the last Parker left. Oh no oh no oh no. The house would be so silent. It was already too quiet without Ben around.
What would she do with herself? Who would she mother when she no longer had her boys to look after? Please no please no please no. She would have no one but herself to bake for. Peter would no longer get to tell her stories of his day. They wouldn't have their movie nights, or go on their once monthly dates. She would be so lonely.
What would she think? Surely she would be surprised to find out her nephew was the 'web-slinging menace' of New York? Would they even find a body? Or would Norman take it as a prize? Would May get closure? Oh god oh god oh god. Would he be placed next to Uncle Ben and his parents? Or would it be nothing more than an empty casket?
Help, oh god, no no no, please help.
A choked sound passed the boy's bruised lips. No, he had to fight. Had to get away. For Aunt May. He couldn't leave her alone. Couldn't die without saying goodbye. No, no that wasn't fair. He had to be there for her. Take care of his Aunt May like she did for him. Protect her from all the evil he had brought into their lives.
Spidey pressed his back to a wall, pulling himself upwards before webbing the wound in his side. He casted his ankle the best he could. He still couldn't really walk on it. Well, actually that was an understatement. He couldn't even put weight on it without sharp pain shooting up his body and making him want to cry. But that would at least keep it in place.
A bloodied handprint was left on the wall as he forced his way to his feet. The room swam before him, his body swaying to the side slightly. His whole being throbbed with every harsh heartbeat. His vision spotty from his concussion or maybe blood loss.
He had to get out. Needed to find a way out of here and make sure Osborn couldn't follow. Maybe he could find help? But who would help him? The Avengers maybe. If he could even find them. Oh god, what if they weren't even in New York!? And the Fantastic Four were on the other side of the city. Spidey would never make it there in his condition.
"Come out, come out." The Goblin called. Peter shuddered, feeling bile crawling up his abused throat. Norman was getting closer. The boy had a feeling the Monster knew exactly where he was. He was playing with him, scaring him, teasing him with a slight sense of safety.
But he knew, Peter could feel it. The Goblin knew where he was. He was enjoying himself, playing with his prey before he struck. Dangling hope in front of the teen before he snatched it back away. It was sickening.
"Ready or not here I come." Spidey's breath hitched. God, how was this his life? It was like a horror movie…And Peter had never been a fan of those types of films…He had watched some when he was younger, he was curious, hadn't realized what he was doing until it was too late.
But he had paid the price there afterward. Every shadow morphed into some sort of monster. Every blow of the wind was a whispered threat. Every sound made him jump and his heart leap in his chest. The nights were filled with nightmares and terrors. It had been miserable.
But Uncle Ben had figured it out. The older man knew Peter better than the boy knew himself it seemed at times. He had helped the boy through it, banishing the nightmares and monsters away. Protecting the boy from his irrational fears. Soothing him and telling Peter that monsters weren't real, that they didn't exist.
But Peter knew better now. His Uncle Ben had been wrong. Because Spidey knew for a fact that monsters were real. He fought them. He was running from one right now. And this time Uncle Ben wouldn't be here to comfort the teen, the man could no longer provide protection. The Monster chasing Peter now was not an irrational fear. He was not a figment of the boy's imagination or a character from a horror movie. No, he was much worse, and he was all too terrifying.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are." It was turning into a game of hide and seek. The halls dark and morphing in the teen's vision. The hissed voice sounding menacing and oh so horrifying.
Peter sucked in a sharp breath as he started to move forward, his body couldn't take much more he knew. But he had to keep going, had to be there for the people who needed him. For his Aunt May. He couldn't give in now.
Spidey stumbled his way into a darkened conference room, a large table sat in the middle, floor to ceiling windows letting light illuminate the room in yellowed shadows. The rain was heavier now, it's sound drumming against the building and mixing with Peter's panting breaths.
The teen forced himself to keep moving, he walked to the window maybe he could just break it and swing his way-
A shadow passed over the boy making him shudder, but when Peter spun around no one was there. His heart was beating so hard it was starting to hurt, his head spinning with his spider-sense that wouldn't shut the heck up.
"Now, now, no cheating Peter." Came Norman's voice. And oh god, he was so close. Too close, Peter could smell him. "Don't you know the rules of hide and seek?" The last word was cut off by the Goblin's laughter. The sound banging off the walls, making Peter's brain rattle.
The sound made something in Spidey shrivel up and die. He could feel the vibration of it, feel the Monster's laughter quacking in his bones. "It's raining, it's pouring." The Goblin started singing again, the sound almost as revolting as his laughter.
"Spiderman is gory." Peter limped to the next door, his shaking hands crushing the metal handle as he hurriedly opened it. Peter heard the large table crash into a wall a moment after the door shut. He was in another large office space. This one, however, was not on fire.
"He's filled with dread, I'll lump off his head." Peter felt goose bumps spread over his skin, his body shivering in a quacking fear as he stumbled forward. The Goblin was hiding in the shadows, but he was here, in the same room, with Peter. It was hard to move, hard to walk, the teen leaned heavily on desks for support.
"His Aunt will surely be in mourning." The teen gaged despite himself. His head swirling with Norman's words. No, not again, he couldn't put May through that terrible grief again. No one should have to feel that, and no one should know what it's like to lose a child.
Another large shadow passed over Spidey, and in the teen's hurried attempt to turn around his foot caught on a desk. Making the boy fall to the floor, he pressed his back to the wooden desk behind him. His brown eyes darting about the room in search for the Monster, but he couldn't see him, couldn't find him.
"Oh dear Peter" Osborn's voice was still a hissed rumble, a false gentleness lacing his words. "are you scared my boy?" The boy's chest was heaving, how was he supposed to get out of this? He didn't want this night to be his last memory. Peter always figured that he would die young. That he would fall at one of the hands of his enemies. That he would be killed while in the mask. But he hadn't imagined this. Had never feared he would die feeling this trapped, this alone.
"Tell me Spiderman, how does it feel? How does it feel to know your demise is looming? That it's inevitable, inescapable?" A low chuckle rumbled out of the Goblin's chest, the sound drowning out the noise of the storm pounding on the windows.
The teen tucked himself further into a ball. He wasn't going to run. He was tired of this game of hide and seek. He'd wait. Wait for Norman to attack. For the Goblin to make his move. For the Monster to pounce.
"Did you not hear my question, Peter?" The Monster seemed to enjoy using the boy's name, it was always said in a purr, it's sound slipping off of his slimy tongue. Maybe he liked using the name because it made things more personal, maybe he did it to remind Spidey that he knew everything about him, that he knew where he lived and who he loved. Or maybe he used it because he felt that it was his, that Peter was his.
"How does it feel to know you are going to die Peter Parker?" Peter closed his burning eyes. He had never felt like he did right now. Had never felt this void of hope, this lost, this sure of his own death. It left him feeling raw, his body exposed and vulnerable. His skin too tight on his bones, an inescapable fear invading every inch of his being.
Everything seemed to go silent for a moment. Spidey's eyes snapped open as he forced his body to roll to the side as his spider-sense screamed. "ANSWER ME!" Norman roared in a pure rage. The Goblin's body crushed the desk Peter had been hiding behind. His eyes on fire as saliva dribbled out the side of his mouth and onto the floor.
Peter rolled backward as the Monster's fist came down, smashing the floor with it's impacted, making wood splinter upward. Spidey webbed the other in the face before kicking out with his uninjured leg. His foot connected with Norman's knee making a sick 'crack' as Peter put all his strength into the blow.
The Goblin screamed in a pain filled fury as he shot out a fireball. Spidey sprang to the side, feeling the heat of the blast singe his hair. The teen rolled behind another desk before snapping a desk leg in half and swinging it at Norman's face.
The wood split in half as it smacked into Osborn's jaw. But that only seemed to anger the Monster more. The Goblin kicked the teen backward, making Peter smash through multiple desks, and land limply on top of the ruins. Spidey groaned, tasting the coppery red of blood in his mouth. Peter's head spun as he was lifted up by the front of his suit, his head rolling to the side.
Norman's fingers snaked into the boy's brown hair, twisting the locks before the Monster yanked the teen's head up forcing Peter to look at his attacker's face. Osborn licked his lips, his eyes seeming to scan over Spidey's bloodied face once again. Savoring it, memorizing every wrecked detail of the boy.
"Awe, yes." The Monster breathed. "I don't need an answer." His face was so close that Peter's nose was burning, his eyes watering from the heat or the stench he wasn't sure. "The immense fear in those childlike eyes of yours is answer enough."
Norman slammed Peter down then. Making the teen's head rattle and his body spark in a white hot pain. Then the teen was being thrown across the room, his body smacking into a dense wall and slumping to the floor like a rag doll.
Peter's lungs rattled. There was something wrong with them. They burned like acid, sharp pains bursting through his chest every time he tried to suck in air. But that was the thing. Peter couldn't suck in air. Couldn't breathe. He was wheezing for breath. Heaving for oxygen. But for some reason, his lungs couldn't pull the air into his lungs.
The Monster was approaching. Peter could just make his looming form out, his eyes blurry, his vision swimming with tears. The teen pulled himself up onto his elbows, looking frantically for anything to help him.
Spidey's eyes caught on something red. Norman began running for him and Peter's spider-sense screamed. He webbed the fire extinguisher with a quick flick of the wrist and swung it right into Osborn's jaw. The Monster roared in rage, but then Peter was smacking him again, and then again, and again.
Norman was down on all fours now, but he wouldn't be for long. Peter quickly stood on shaky legs and hit the Monster over the head with the extinguisher with all his might. The vibration hurt up into the teen's arms but he ignored it, slamming the object down once again.
A clawed hand snaked out and grabbed Peter by his broken ankle. Making the teen cry out in pain as the bone was forced to shift. Then Norman was throwing him again, but this time, Peter was headed for the window.
The teen let himself crash through the glass. Shattered fragments glimmering in the rain, and shimmering with a flash of lightning. Peter twisted his body so he could web himself to the side. The teen began descending downwards before hitting the parked cars with the fire extinguisher.
Soon a dozen car alarms were going off. It was hard to hear over the rain and thunder. But it was all Spidey could think to do right now. Draw attention, make some noise, signal for help. Wasn't that what you were supposed to do when you were in trouble?
Peter was so dizzy he was having trouble telling what was up and what was down. His breaths still wheezed from his chest, and he wasn't sure he had ever felt this much agony before.
A roar of rage made the hairs on the back of Spidey's neck stand up, and then something was slamming into his body. Peter smacked into a parked car, his back slamming into the side door, but the teen still held tightly to the fire extinguisher.
Norman loomed over him, yellowed blood dripping down his neck and pooling into the large dip of his collarbone. "Trying to get help, Peter?" Osborn asked, a soft chuckle making Peter shiver. "Trying to signal for a savior?" The Goblin picked the teenager up by the throat again, bringing him up to face level. "You naive child," Norman smirked. "there will be no one to save you from me."
Peter scrunched his eyes up, feeling them begin to burn. That might be so, but he was still going to try. He couldn't, no wouldn't give up that easily. Spidey swung the extinguisher into the Goblin's face before turning his body into a backflip and kicking Osborn in the neck. The Monster roared as crack of lightning scratches across the sky. The sound grating on Peter's ringing ears.
Peter lands roughly, his body starting to tingle from an overload of pain, or possibly because it was shutting down, Peter isn't sure. The Goblin's back and head light into flames, the smell of burning flesh filling the night air, and making Peter's nose burn.
Peter flips onto a hood of a car, before pointing the fire extinguisher at the Monster and shooting it off. Covering Norman in a white foam, and then webbing him to the street. Trying to ignore the yells of anger coming from the Goblin.
Spidey jumps up and starts slinging away again. Dropping the fire extinguisher in the process, and hearing it clatter to the floor. His movements are sloppy, and if it weren't for his spider-sense he would have crashed by now. His eyes are spotted with colorful dots, and his chest is heaving for breath, his lungs burning inside of him, begging, pleading for air. But Peter can't give it to them.
The boy could make out the large A of the Avenger's Tower just two blocks away. But he wasn't sure he could even make that small distance. His ears were ringing, every harsh boom of thunder rattling in the boy's head. His spider-sense a non-stop whine in his skull. His fingers were shaky and he kept slipping down his web, the only thing keeping him attached his sticky micro-hairs.
Spidey was so tired, so hurt, so panicked. He wasn't sure what to do anymore. Wasn't sure that there was anything to do anymore. If he didn't get help, then what was there to do? He couldn't win this on his own, and Norman wasn't going to give up until Peter was limp in his hands.
Peter just barely made out another roar from the Goblin. His mind was starting to wander, his thoughts slippery and scrambled in his brain. He couldn't go on like this. It was too much.
A truck was thrown at the teenager, and everything was a pain filled blur after that.
Peter was on the ground. It was cold and hard. His face pressed to the asphalt, a rock digging into his nose. The rain was pounding on his body, the lightning blinding him, the thunder deafening in his ears.
A car exploded next to the hero. The fire burning, singeing his hair, melting spandex to his skin. It smelt of gasoline and burnt flesh. Everything was too loud, turning to one noisy roar in the teen's ears.
He couldn't breathe. He was choking. Floundering like a land stricken fish. His mouth opening and closing over and over again, making his bloodied lips brush against the dirty street. His heart going too fast, his neck hurting with the pulse, his blood rushing through his ears, spilling out his wounds and mixing with the rain on the ground.
And then he was being flipped over. And Norman was there. The Monster was standing over him. It's fiery eyes steaming in the rain as it's tongue snakes out of its mouth. And then the Monster was hitting him.
He was hitting Peter over and over again. But there was nothing that the teenager could do to stop it. So he didn't, he didn't stop it. The Monster was screaming. Peter thought that if he could breathe, maybe he'd be screaming too.
Peter was dying. His body shutting down and no longer listening to him. His heart slowing down as it prepared to stop. His brain murky, floaty away with him. He was cold, but it was a distant feeling, almost like he wasn't truly experiencing the sensation.
Peter closed his eyes. Not wanting the last thing, he sees to be the Goblin, the Monster. He wills himself to think of other things. He tries to push away all thoughts and feelings of now. Tries to think of anything but the Monster above him, beating him, killing him.
Peter can't help but think of his Aunt May. He wishes he had stayed with her tonight. Wishes that he had watched that movie with her yesterday instead of going out on patrol. He wishes that he had said I love you before leaving tonight. Wishes that he had said a lot of things. Wishes that he had told her about him being Spiderman.
He hopes that she knows how much he loves her. Hopes that she knows that he looks to her as his mother. He hopes that she can forgive him for leaving her. Hopes that she can move on. Hopes that she can find happiness again.
And then the Monster is no longer hitting him. And Peter can feel nothing more than the rain pounding on his beaten and battered body. He wonders if maybe he passed out if he's just imagining this. Because there is no reason for Norman to no longer be beating him.
Peter is trying to open his eyes, but he can't. The teen can feel his chest hitching up and down as he tries to breathe. He can distantly hear his own wheezing, but that isn't the sound the teen is focused on.
The Monster, Norman, is screaming again. But other people are too. And the sky is screaming with them. The sky is crying. Peter can feel its tears soaking into his suit, making him shiver. Everything is starting to blur together in the teen's mind.
And then someone is touching him. And Peter thinks that maybe they are talking to him too. But he isn't sure, to be honest. Peter thinks that he must be imagining it, that no one is really there, but it feels real. And then someone's warm hand is pushing his hair out of his face, and then they are kissing him?
Peter's body stiffens. Because that isn't right. Peter tells himself that this couldn't possibly be real, but he's not sure that his mind could make the sensation of warm lips on his, and the scratchy stubble of the other person feel this realistic. And then warm breath his being pushed down his throat, and Peter's chest his forced to lift as his lungs try to fill with the other person's breath. And it hurts, oh god it hurts, a sharp pain like no other shooting up from the right of the teen's chest. But he can feel his left lung taking in some of the oxygen. But really all Peter can do is focus on the intense pain.
And then the boy is being moved, and his body is being pressed to something warm and soft. Peter feels a hand on his head keeping it upright. Feels other hands pressing things to his body, and feels someone putting something over his mouth.
But Peter isn't quite sure what happens after that…
Well, that's it for this chapter...Poor Peter...Why do I hurt him so..?
I know that I was going to put the Avengers in here, but things kind of got off track and I no longer knew how to fit them into this chapter. But just know that it was a few of the Avengers who saved Peter in the end.
Alright my beautiful peoples, thanks so much for reading, please tell me how you liked this chapter of The Itsy Bitsy Spider, and go have an awesome day!
~Fernandidilly-yo out!
