Author's note - Sorry guys, for such a late update. I will try my very best to give as frequent updates as possible. And my heartfelt thanks to all my reviewers and anonymous readers around. Thank you so much. So enjoy.

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Peter wanted to run and follow them. Did they do something bad?

Anyway whatever it was, it was all on him. Because he was the one responsible for their genetic mutation. And he was to blame for everything that they had been doing for the past few months. All their changes, everything was his fault. His involvement had brought forth much greater problems, Problems and genetic mutations of this range might even change the entire course of history with respect to time. It was big for him, the exact opposite to an ostiole.

It was still messed up. He had to get to the before it all went out of hand. He looked at the general direction where the two silhouettes seemed to disappear and melt under an acute gaze.

Shit. Are they on it again?

Peter was scared. He had just enough of those two, fighting with each other. It was just so tiring. Now that he began to think of it, it was basically his involvement that just brought forth such a myriad of problems. Was he cursed? Was he put under a spell? A spell that brings about misfortune to all those around him.

Now that he began to think of it, he realized that there was something more to all of this. His spider bite, the uncanny mutation that granted him superhuman abilities, changed his life … for worse. The death of Uncle Ben, and the constant danger that he always had to face almost every day, putting his life in danger, putting the people that he held so dear to him at risk, his secret identity, everything… There was nothing left of it now.

His life had been boring, held no excitement and now, his senses pinned him down like a giant weight upon his senses. Everywhere, he turned his head around, he saw danger everywhere, like a predator constantly trying to get him, running on him, a constant breathing down his neck; never leaving him. It was just like being on a constant run from the velociraptors like he was stuck in the infamous Jurassic Park. He had to run endlessly, he had nowhere to rest his head; like being in the eye of the storm. The rain and the ferocious winds beating on him as his eardrums shook with the wild and unrhythmic beat of the shrieking wind. Both his lives, previously and now, had such complete contrast that comparing them was just too futile. It was scary.

Peter wanted out of all of this. He wanted to run away from all of it. He could do it. He could fetch his aunt May and move somewhere quiet and safe, far just away from all the madness that constantly surrounded him. Peter turned his head when he saw his friends surrounded by the care of their parents, his teachers bent over all of them, speaking as their jaws moved up and down with unimaginable ease and practised poise. Like a powerful vice, still retaining their ability to clamp down upon the still immaculate minds of the young and beautiful that held so many unfulfilled wishes and promises.

Peter hung his head. He knew he had to do this, he had to distance from those two. He loved Gwen and he cared for MJ more than anyone else in this whole wide world. Maybe they would stop fighting.

It just pained him too much to even think of it. They were the ones who he thought to be so significant in his life and now there they are eating each other up and now even when he thought of it, there was only one person to blame for all of it. It was him. It was always him right from the start. Maybe they would come to good terms if he removed himself away from them. It might be difficult for him. Even when he thought about it, his heart bawled and lashed out at him; aimed at his heartstrings, making it almost impossible for him. It completely incapacitated him.

He looked back at the dazed and disoriented people, people rushing here and there, the crowd of the impatient people, trying their best to get all over with.

Peter made his way back to his class. It further pushed him to run out of there. He might not have been a famous guy but still memories that the building held were just too strong. They were pulling and pushing him at the same time. It was so difficult for him. Still, he mustered just enough courage to sling bag pack on his shoulders just along the length of the ripped and buffed up chest muscles. He didn't have the requisite energy. Peter left the place, his heart still set heavy with the decision that he had absolutely no idea if it would ever backfire upon him. Little did he know the consequences he would have to face for the event that was destined to follow him would turn everything upside down.

That wasn't the only thing that God had in mind for him and Peter was about to find that the hard way.

The streets were dead to him. The lights and the jet black tarmac that held so much meaning now made absolutely no sense to him.

He was still on the cusp of his adulthood and that similar feeling that might seem so inconsequent to all the other passer-by around him.

But at least he was sure of what he would do now, an escape but not an escapade. The girls had taken such a huge toll on him. True, he couldn't handle any one of them. The only habit he has inculcated, amassing them over the past years, the one that he is the most efficient at.

Escaping. Running the hell away when he knows there is no way but to run from all of it. And right now this was the only way, he could save himself. It seemed like an eternal damnation to him. The more he thought about it, it ate away his head, corrode away all his sanity. And he didn't want this at all.

Perhaps escaping from it all will help him surpass this feeling of his never ending pain. This would help him requiem. Requiem for all of the indifference.

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MJ POV

This would be the best course for all of us. The two fetishized him so much that every time where it came to him, the fist would always do the talking, every time. But now, it seems that the same old wound of this never ending feud had finally begun to heal itself. And for that, she had to be grateful to Gwen. For the first time, she felt like hugging her, like smothering her with all of her strength.

"Yes, girl. We will make it work."

Her voice sounded strange and heavy. It had been quite some time before she had this feeling of such an overpowering emotion that wrenched, twisted and tugged her shielded heart. The corners of her eyes felt strange and wet, her face felt hot. And for some time she lingered with her comforting body heat. It felt nice to have finally come clean with her. It was just so much better.

Gwen did not even try to push her away, she embraced her just as desperately she clung on to her.

"Everything will be fine."

This will be the best day of my life.

It was more of an assurance to herself. Things had gone just south long enough and it was time to make amends for all the shit that had been happening around her.

"Come. Let us look for Peter." Breaking that coat of friendship that they had discovered.

"Yes. I think we should do that before he decides to go all hyper or something." snickered Gwen giving her a light pat on her back.

"Yeah. Before he jumps into something else."

"You have that mental link too don't you, G?"

"G? Gwen is too big for you?" A sarcastic laugh escapes Gwen.

"No, just to sound it a bit more informal and friendly. 'Gwen' it's like calling out my elder sister or something."

"Alright then. G is fine and yes I do share that mental link too."

"Just as I had expected and what about tracking? You can track him down?"

"Yeah I believe so. But I had never tracked him in this way."

Gwen simply pointed her index finger that just seemed like a vague direction to her.

"I think he might be that way. I don't know. He should have been at school. He should have waited for me."

"What? Something wrong?" asked MJ seeing her face all strained and puckered lips.

"Something is wrong with him. I can feel it. What is it?"

MJ looked at her as Gwen's eyes glazed for a moment like she was lost.

It looked like a long five seconds before she started to speak once again.

"I know, something is not right." Something seems to be bothering him. His head is being clouded. He is planning to … What is it? Is he really planning to run away?"

MJ froze right there. Did she hear the right thing?

"He is planning to run? But where is he gonna go and most importantly why?"

It hit MJ hard. What they hell is wrong with him? What was he planning?

"I really have no idea. But it would be best if we meet him and speak with him. It seems that he is acting really strange right now."

"Exactly now? Golly, you can even sense that in him?"

"Yes. I think so. Let's go right now. I really don't think we should hang here any longer up in this rooftop any longer. Things might get a bit suspicious."

The two of them leaped down, with unprecedented accuracy like they had been doing for such a long time. They slumped their backpacks behind their packs, thanks to the extreme snuck fitting, they had absolutely no difficulties in making their way through the packed roads and the honks of the cars were deafening to her. It would have so much ease on her. Theatrics and deception. This would be her Pythias.

Whatever it would have been, they would have to go and look out for him.

Gwen leaded the way as of now and MJ followed right behind her. They moved around, through the numerous nooks and corners that was presented them. Sometimes, it was Gwen. She would even jump over smaller building with utmost grace, something that she had never seen the last time for quite some time. It was strange seeing her so revved up. But a part of her was satisfied and happy. At least she now knew how much meaning she had for Peter, deep within that she could not hide sometimes. It was strange and scary at times. So it would be best if she let her go on this one. She was too focussed on this. She was being driven, it was like efficiency had just been magnified at least tenfold.

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It was time when he reached the same street that Peter had been. Her home was just beside his. He was right there sitting in his room.

"Why is he crying his hearts out?" remarked Gwen all of a sudden.

"What? Now he is crying? What is that for?" MJ herself could have turned her senses on and she herself could have detected him. Now that Gwen had mentioned her, he really seemed distraught.

"Can you rally figure it what exactly he is crying for?"

"Are just kidding me?" Gwen sounded pissed.

"What is it, G? Something wrong?"

"Do you know what? He is actually planning on leaving town and moving somewhere. He thinks that he has had enough of us." Gwen sounded a bit morose.

"Oh believe me G, I have known him for so long now. He is really a coward from his heart and nothing more. Like a scared cat isn't he?" said MJ a pissed now, clenching her fingers, making popping sounds now and then.

"Yes, he just seems too scared to approach us. He just thinks of all this unnecessary stuff."

"Yes. I think we should get started on him already, piss him a bit more."

"Started on him? How?". Gwen was literally jumping with excitement now.

MJ saw Gwen's eyes glaze once again.

"Oh, you can read my mind can't you?"

Gwen's eyes widened when she saw through her entire plan. Never did she imagine such a fool proof plan.

"Now that is something else G. You a she-wolf aren't you?" MJ punched Gwen shoulders playfully.

"Come let's go and get him."

"Yeah, before he decides to do something stupid once again."

MJ leapt down into the earth below, as it beckoned her like a whirlwind ready to blow her away; her mind felt confident for the first time.

Peter's POV-

Peter slumped down on his bed, his and clothes lay a strewn all over the bed.

"So this is it"

He picked up the handwritten notes, the ones that he had to pass on the people he loved, the ones he cared the most.

He rolled them up and placed them deep within the creases of his pocket, just carefully, os that it didn't have weird creases all around. This would be a turning point in his life.

A decision that would forever alter everything that he held so dear.

Boy, he was in for a ride that day and no amount of prediction could ever land him to the rudeness that he was going to face then...

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This chapter is too short I know but trust me, this time, i would try to be a bit more frequent and there is a small one-shot that I am trying to pen down along with this story. let's see which one I post up first.

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