Author's note – Hi there. Sorry it has been really long since the last I had updated. This "complicated" relationship that seemed to go on between Peter and the girls would go on for another chapter or so .. So happy reading..

And I had this chapter proof read by one of my friends.. so a huge thanks to her..

Peter's POV

Peter buried his face with his hands, a small part in his head still debating whether it is the right thing to do. He shrugged his shoulders roughly for one last time before he got back up on his feet.

Thinking at such a level would bring him down on his knees, again. He has to do, not think. And right now, he had to move out and his mind was completely made up for the first time. He pulled the bag and swung it around his shoulders, placed the letter meant for his aunt beside the sink.

He released a heavy sigh, the thought of leaving his aunt still bothered him a lot. But he promised himself, he would come back and take her out of there. But for now, he had to convince himself. He patted the wet sink one last time, taking in the familiarity of this place, the place that held so much meaning to him, all his memories of his childhood, all in a crammed up mess.

As he moved on to his living room, the smell of hibiscus and orchid was so vivid and positive. It would be the perfect cure to all the miasma that has been surrounding all around him lately. The familiarity of his aunt, her gait, her loveliness, her careful nature how she cared for him was tearing down on him.

He would miss her. With heavy heart, he made his way out of the creaky hinged door.

The cold autumn air hit him. The smell of dust, musk and seeds invade his olfactory receptors. The two duffel bags slung around his shoulders, a large trunk on his other hand.

The only thing that he thought of doing right now is to catch the 9:00 pm train and let the train decide the course he would be headed.

That was all he wanted, for now.

Something was off. The streets seemed red to him. The world around him was red. There weren't any dim lit streets. The darkness was replaced by an unkindness of ravens.

Peter felt his heart clench, tighten with every raven tearing hitting him on his head, plucking out every single strand of his brown hair. The pain was unbearable to him. Rivers of blood flowed through his punctured skin. Peter tried his best to cover his head from the numerous barrage of poking that was threatening to crack open his skull. He rushed forward, threw his bags and trunk in a desperate attempt to fend off the foul birds away from him.

"Haa. Haa. Get off me." Peeter cried out loud.

This wasn't him. This is not the way he handled stuff.

Shit…

Something was off.

Something was unearthly here. Just seemed someone was trying too hard to make him believe something, that he didn't want to believe at all.

He turned his head here and there. The scenery around him was all watery, hazy like. A picture that has been forcefully conjured in his brain.

"Someone is playing me." Peter thought aloud. Peter had been played long enough by mind control freaks like Davos and something inside him snapped when he felt that same familiarity.

But still somehow it just felt too real like being trapped in a picture, unable to get out no matter how hard he tried.

The picture that he felt himself trapped in now seemed so real. And Peter waited with abated breath. He had been waiting for this to become real for once completely, this connection that had him pulled inside so bad, whatever this was.

Something was too wild, violent. Peter knew that he would be able to grasp it, only if he could get a little bit of hold to its continuous changing feel. Someone so fickle minded, even the scenery around him flickered and changed with the display of every emotion. It was almost beckoning him calling out to him, mocking him.

MJ.

Seemed so familiar, but he just couldn't get out of it.

It almost seemed like she was possessed. The ferocity of her movements was something he had never seen. She moved around like a whirlwind, batting him, kicking him.

And the more the conscience tipped him, he could feel her frustration. It was too much. It felt like he was the embodiment of frustration and Gwen and MJ coming down at him, beating him to death. It was rough and hard right to the core. Deadly and yet terrifying.

His knees buckled, till he felt a huge meteor on his head, making his hands automatically move over his head, making a very futile attempt in masking his head from the terror that he felt deep within himself.

Peter turned and ran. Afraid and confused what he would do next.

The last thing he had on his mind was to run away from that place. He just wanted to relieve himself of this madness, away from the madness that was being showered on him.

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Gwen POV-

Gwen snickered seeing him on the run, like a thief trying this desperate futile attempt to get away from her. She enjoyed seeing him running not because she liked him to see him suffer. There was something so terribly wrong with him that she wanted to beat it into him.

Why did he ever think of running away from her? And now that he liked MJ too, it was all undeniable, it was him after all. He was the centre of all the attraction. And that was what she hated now the most.

People bailing on her.

That was what pissed her the most. And the Peter she knew didn't have this attitude before that that he suddenly seemed to have picked it up.

"I will beat him to extract that evil thing from him"

Gwen took a path while MJ took the shortcut.

They chuckled pumping their fists and shooting a huge thumbs at each other.

Yeah, they were not going easy on him. They will make him realize that they weren't for granted.

They pushed forward, the two girls finding and pushing the direction of the heaving and panting noise. MJ confronted him first. She pushed forward. Her constant disappearing, superiority and agile body, messed with Peter's mind.

At one point, she saw Peter's eyes wide open, like he was witnessing a miracle, the way she danced around him. He was dazed beyond anything like she had ever seen.

"G, you ready to take him for a ride?"

Gwen could see herself smirk seeing Peter all drolly, like he had tripped so bad. And there she was promising herself to take him to the next level, something that he would forever regret, the worst decision ever to be made by him.

Peter's POV.

Peter found himself back in his old room. His bags unpacked, his clothes strewn about in his room, that looked like it had been hit by a hurricane. His internal clock screamed at him, his head felt like the weight of the world. He looked around, he felt like his head would split apart.

"Shit! What just happened."

He half expected to wake up in some foreign room, he wanted everything to be new and awkward, but everything felt so similar. The same old fan, the bed creaked at the same awkward angles, the dull painted room, the complex door lock that he had devised, everything was in there.

No something was wrong. He just didn't get it. He was like so very sure of himself. But right now, he wanted to get going.

Shit! He was once again late for school. He had to hurry up. Pulling his comb to his unmanageable hair, he grabbed a piece of toast that Aunt May had placed on the table.

"Petey. We have to take about this.", said his Aunt waving her hands, that damned note still in her hands. He was going to have a tough day to explain it to her.

But not now. He wanted to leave.

"Peter your breakfast better not allow me to run behind you or else I would most definitely whop your ass." May screamed at him.

Peter stopped. He had spent most of his life watching Ben and May Parker and the way he knew them had been ingrained in his head.. every detail. He could tell exactly when they were serious and when he would beg their forgiveness. And he had always been grateful to them for helping him understand. They could almost fill up the hole, the emptiness that his parents had left when they had disappeared on them the first time. They had given their everything on him.

And that ability to know when they were really pissed off.

And judging by the razor-edged tone of her voice, he headed back quickly and sat down, and wolfed down the meal as fast as he could. Planted a light kiss on Aunt May and let her kiss her on his forehead. Pet had picked up his bag and ran. Changed into the friendly neighbourhood hero and zipped on his way.

He looked the students running away and most importantly he found himself pushing himself to his limits even when he didn't want to. Like the same foreign force taking a complete hold of him, like inception, the is idea moved around in his head.

He had to go and sit in his class and be the best student that he once one. No distractions and his laser focussed concentration dissected every word on his book and everything seemed so simple to him. Like it was a part of his life, proper unabridged version of his former self. Everything came crashing down on him, once again, he geek that he was once.

In spite of all that, his spider sense was still active as ever, blaring and tugging his concentration everywhere and his mind took everything inside him just like it had happened to him previously, completely untamed and ferine spider- like instinct.

The day had passed smoothly for him and the teachers commended on his work. It had been long since he heard them applauding for his work and he would say that he actually enjoyed it a lot before the inevitable happened. This was something that he was expecting somewhere deep within his conscience. Like a bad hangover, that kept on banging against his cranium. Good for him, there wasn't any class that afternoon as they were given complimentary leave. He rushed outside into the synthetic court where the jocks were still at their game of basketball. There was no one there except them. Something was obviously not right, this was the first time where his spider sense seemed to be at fault for the first time ever, and this had never happened before. A small part of his mind was scared. He still couldn't figure out what was going on right then. Confusion lashed at him before he finally felt that same tingling sensation that had invaded his head the previous night and this time he had to give in to that same familiar hangover once again, till he found himself back at the entrance of his school gate and in the front, there stood the two women, the grin on their faces as sinister as ever.

"So Peter Parker trying to leave all of us hanging here. Mending his own way trying to get way from all of this… bullshit.", the blonde hair spinning wildly around, as her fingers moved up and down trying to prove a point.

"Well, an alert for you, web head, the moment you ever think of letting the two of us go, it would be the death of you. Do you even realise what we have to endure every day? Trying so hard to be with you, trying so desperate to be finally noticed by you. Well an alert for you! The two of us standing right here would like to have a go with you, because we think you are worthy of our attention. We like you Peter why can't you that simple fact through your thick head? Huh?"

Peter looked the two of them, like he was being rained upon by homing missiles that seemed so impossible for him to dodge, he was like … caught in this endless time loop where he could bend his thoughts to only their voices. And for the first time he actually felt now what had been going in their heads and now for the first time ever, he actually felt them. He knew and respected the two girls who stood for him so long all this way. Letting his thoughts capsize, continuous retrospection made him realize what he was missing on. The hints that both the girls had been throwing at him, right from the beginning. The moment when MJ finally acquired her powers, the moment when her laid down tiny bits that told him how she liked her. And Gwen's thought were only rage, hateful revenge, a resentment within her too, why she felt that Peter letting her go and then how convoluted she would seemed, her hate and anger were so strong deep within himself, and then he truly understood what they felt. To be ignored when the boys in his class would die for, the hottest babes that his charm drew forth. And all they wanted in return is for them to reciprocate the feeling that they laid out on him. And most importantly he knew that he could give it to them and that was what he wanted from them.

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