Peter entered the cemetery, the rain pouring down like the sky was falling clouds first. Eventually he found Gwen's grave.
"Hey, Gwen." he said, "I got your letter. Well, some of it, anyway. I just don't get it, Gwen. I mean, I thought we could talk. I thought we could talk about anything and everything. Talk about big stuff, small stuff, and silly stuff. What could be so terrible, so awful, and so unforgivable, that you couldn't just talk to me about it? What was so bad that you had to go to France, of all places? I mean, okay, Jersey would've been worse, but still. Whatever it was, I would've taken care of it. I would've made it go away. I would've made it better. I loved you. I would've done anything for you." Suddenly his spider-sense went off, for he was not alone in this graveyard.
"Come to apologize for your sins, Parker?" said a man's voice to the east, "Because if you did, you're too late. You're way too late."
"Who's there?"
"I'm can't decide what's more insulting, that you don't know who this is or that you do and you're too much of a coward to say so!" Peter tried to triangulate on his position with his spider-sense, but he detected someone to the west, in the opposite direction of the voice.
"It's hard to say." Peter said, "Why don't you come out here so we can both find out together?"
"Suit yourself!" said the voice. Suddenly Peter was jumped from behind.
He's fast, Peter thought, real fast.
"How does it feel?" said the man while he punched Peter numerous times, "How does it feel to know you're alone and nobody's going to help you? How does it feel knowing you're going to die alone?" Peter grabbed the man's arm as he was punching. Only now could he get a good look at his appearance. He was wearing a black leather jumpsuit with a mask over his face, a gun and knife on his hips, and ammo belts over his shoulders and around his waist.
"Don't know, and I don't feel like finding out." Peter kicked the man off of him. Suddenly he was attacked by another person in similar attire. Based on their figure he could tell this one was female. Peter landed on the ground face first, his finger and lip bleeding.
"You've drawn first blood." said the male attacker, "Good work."
"Thanks." said the female attacker.
"Let's finish this." said the man. He pulled out his knife. They both jumped at Peter, moving like one, strong, fast, and deadly. Peter had to fight hand-to-hand, as he didn't bring his web shooters.
There's two of them, one of me. Peter thought, It's only a matter of time before one of them gets lucky and- Peter's thought process was interrupted by the male assailant getting his shoulder with the knife.
That's it! Peter thought, I got to get the hell out of here! Peter noticed a tractor trailer driving by. He had one chance, one jump. He had to make it a good one. His attackers lunged at him, but he was already jumping for the truck. He managed to cling to the side as the truck drove away.
"Did you see that?" said the man.
"Yeah," said the girl, "it explains a lot doesn't it?"
"Yeah, yeah, it does." said the man as he removed his mask, "But as far as I'm concerned, it just gives us one more reason to kill him. And like I've always said, if you're going to kill a man, you'll need all the reasons you can get."