The cool, dense sweat dripped from his head as the fire blazed around him. He looked around the room... Peter was nowhere to be found.
He jumped off of his glider onto the burnt floor as debris and rubble crunched beneath his feet each time he took a step.
As the door was kicked down, she heard it. It was like the sound of an anvil dropping onto wood. She couldn't tell if it was Peter... but she didn't want to find out.
At an instant, May ran from the kitchen to the front door. As it opened, there stood a man with four mechanical arms. May shrieked in horror and ran in the other direction towards the back door. There stood a man with mechanical wings.
Tears poured from her eyes as she ran to the back of the apartment. She swung open her bedroom door to find her late husband casually sitting on the bed.
"Oh, my God!" she yelled.
"May, it's all right, everything is just fine," said Ben.
"How they hell did you-"
Before she could finish her sentence, a large smile spread across his face. But, this smile was extremely unusual. To start, his grin was literally from ear to ear and presented sharp, razor-like fangs instead of teeth.
"Who the hell are you?" she said. She was no longer terrified. She was angry... no... she was not angry. She was livid.
Ben did not respond, but continued to smile at her and began to taunt her. His abdomen immediately began to gush blood as his grin left him.
"Oh no," he said sarcastically, "May... save me!" He then emitted a maniacal laugh, only provoking May more and more.
His eyes suddenly turned to white and enlarged as his body turned to red goo.
"If you're still wondering," said the creature, "my name is Carnage."
By this point, May had a bat in her hands with the face of an angry lion.
"You are going to regret that, you bastard!" she said.
Carnage only laughed at her response, that is until she beat him with her metal weapon.
"Damn you, damn you, damn you, damn you," she said each time the bat came in contact with his body. After beating him for several minutes, the creature shrieked and jumped out the window.
May, now covered in sweat, blood, and tears, began to grow weak.
After all the excitement, her heart began to pound out of her chest. At least that's what it felt like for her.
She then fell to the ground when her peripheral vision began to turn to black as she slowly slipped away.
Peter's POV
The heavy wind beats against my body as I swing into my neighborhood.
A raging fire shoots out of my bedroom window... that is NOT a good sign.
Without a moment to lose, I dive through the front door. No one is to be seen. Everything looks to be in order.
The kettle is just starting to whine atop the stove as a news anchor rambles on about who knows what on the television screen. The rag Aunt May usually lets rest on her shoulder sits carelessly sprawled on the counter. Just the formation of the dilapidated cloth lets me know something's not right.
"Aunt Ma- Umm... I uh, I mean uh... person who lives here?" I call out.
No answer.
Slowly, I creep down the shadowy hallway. I can see the silhouettes of several men cast through a slight crack in Aunt May's bedroom door. They speak in soft voices, raspy voices; I take notice in how every time someone makes a noise louder than their constant mumbling, all others will be quick to shush each other with greater sound than before.
I suddenly freeze in my tracks as the clanking of metal echoes through the house.
They are all quick to shush each other as one shadow seems to draw near to the door. At an instant, I spring myself up to the ceiling and limit my movements at all costs.
A bald man's head pokes out the door and searches intently down the corridor. He takes no notice in me and propels himself back into the room.
I, ever so carefully, climb down the wall and step onto the floor.
Without thinking, I charge into the door and hurl my body into the center of all attention.
I slowly raise my head up to see the Rhino, the Vulture, Dr. Octopus, and, to my extreme dismay, Harry Osborne... or as he likes to call himself, the Green Goblin. I almost don't notice Electro standing perpendicular to me.
May's POV
My watery, burning eyes slowly open, but cannot fully register the erratic events unfold right before me.
A man in skintight red and blue spandex stares right into my eyes. I look behind him to see five men in all sorts of ironclad armor holding tightly to his arms.
I dare not move, though I can't control my trembling body. I just stare at these demented creatures as they do the same to me. However, one man with a hideous blond hair and green teeth looks extremely familiar.
"Harry?" I say, dazed and confused.
"Aunt May, you remembered me!" he says in a goblin-like voice, "but, I'm not the only recognizable face in this room!"
He walks over to the spider guy and places his hand on the latter's mask-covered head.
"Harry, don't do it," says an all too familiar voice coming from the spider guy.
"It's too late," says Harry, "your luck has run out."
Harry firmly grabs the top of the mask and rips it from the head of the spider guy. My heart drops into my feet as Peter's face, bloody and bruised, is revealed to be hiding behind the mask.
"Peter?" I say.
"Hi, Aunt May," he says in a guilty voice.
Before I can begin to speak, he snaps out of the men's grasps and quickly begins to strike blows upon the faces of these criminals.
One by one, three of them are ridden unconscious on the ground as police sirens blare in the front yard.
Before Peter can reach him, Harry jumps onto his glider and flies out the roof. Peter, scrambling for his mask, leaps over to me.
"Listen, Aunt May, really bad things are going on. I mean, really REALLY bad things," he says, "Now listen to me very closely: go to the police station and stay there, do not leave for any reason. I will come get you later."
"But Peter-"
"No, Aunt May. I made a promise to Uncle Ben that I would take care of you, and I intend to carry out this promise."
In tears, I nod as Peter climbs out of the hole in the roof Harry had made.
"Please let him be safe," I say.
Police then storm into the room and place the three men (Electro, Dr. Octopus, Vulture, Rhino) in their custody.
Peter's POV
As my hands cling to the web, my heart pounds like crazy.
Harry is nowhere in sight, but the in no way relieves me. I know where he's headed, and I have to beat him there.
As I sail through the air, I can see the apartment in which Gwen resides.
Nothing looks out of the ordinary; no fires, no broken glass, no shrieks of terror. I reach the fire escape outside her room and knock on the window.
No answer. With my impatience increasing, I open the glass and see no one inside.
"Gwen?" I call out down the hall.
No reply. Not a Hey, I'm in here, not an Oh, thank God you're OK, not even a Peter, Help Me! Just complete and utter silence. I can feel my throat tightening as the silence drones on and on in a monotonous cycle.
As I begin to weep, having my hope taken out from under me, I hear a faint voice.
I immediately recognize the voice to be Gwen's and call for her.
"Gwen! Gwen, where are you?" I say.
I jump to my feet and swing my head in all directions searching for her beautiful face.
The voice then reaches my ears, yet again, but much louder this time. I turn behind me to see Gwen, standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a look of anticipation.
"Gwen!" I cry as I race over to where she stands, picking her off the ground and spinning her around. She laughs as it feels several tons have been lifted off of my shoulders. I feel like a child who has just found his mother at the grocery store after wandering through the building in search of her.
Her smile suddenly fades away as she leads me into the washroom. Two small, thin meters of some sort lie in the sink, each with an extremely small monitor at the bottom. Both of the monitors read a + sign as she stands there with her foot tapping profusely against the tiled floor.
"Peter, I'm pregnant," she says.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hey guys! I am so so so so SO sorry about the wait for this chapter. I have been extremely busy and have been unable to write for a while. My inactivity will come to an end for another few weeks, but around Thanksgiving my schedule will be, yet again, very hectic and time consuming. I will still be posting regularly, but I won't have as much time. I should make it to chapter 11-12 by New Years and then my schedule will clear up. I hope you will all remain faithful to me as I unfold this story. I hope you are all pleased with this chapter and cannot wait for each of you to read upcoming chapters. Don't forget to review, favorite, and follow!