Chapter 4

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy. I'm actually writing a comic book that I plan to submit to Image Comics. So, yeah, I've been busy.

Drake put the bullets in the gun. Oh, how he loved the sound of the gun cocking. (No dirty jokes.) He had his plan all laid out. Today, he was either go to jail for probably his entire life...

Or he would die.

Well, Drake thought. We all gotta go sometime, why slow down the process?

He laid out his map of the building. He would enter through the east skylight, away from the doors, so it would take law enforcement more time to enter. Everything seemed perfect.

As long as nobody stopped him.

...

Spider-man flipped through the air, using all of his flexibility to make his web-swinging the most enjoyable it can be.

He extended his right arm and fired a web to the building to his right, changing his direction.

How the hell can I go to school when I know I can do this?! Kendrick thought to himself.

But, he knew he had to go. Because he had to think about the future. Get a steady job, go to college, have a wife, some kids. Maybe with Jen.

Why do black guys like redheads so much, Kendrick thought.

But that got him thinking on something else. What was going to happen in his future? These powers, what the hell was he going to do with them? One thing was for sure, though. He wouldn't go public with them. He saw how people were acting to the mutants. Even though he wasn't technically a mutant, he knew the reaction would be similar, if not the same. If there was one thing Kendrick learned from History class, it was that people antagonize what they don't understand. And, in case with the mutants, the blacks were at much at fault as the whites. He had seen a black man who wanted to keep the mutants away from normal people by laws. The same thing his and Kendrick's ancestors had fought for, he was now wishing that same treatment on others.

When did everything go to shit, Spider-man thought.

Kendrick shot another web from his right hand, it attaching to a nearby building.

Maybe he could use that spider smell, or whatever, to get Jen to date him. Kendrick shook his head. That was wrong. He couldn't use his powers to take advantage of people. He then thought of all the girls who stared at him in the cafeteria.

Maybe I could use them, he thought. Just once.

...

Marshall was bored.

Kendrick was out there with freakin' spider powers, and he was sitting in biology class, listening to the fat teacher Mr. Dent (who had a unibrow that looks like an snake wrapped across his forehead) talk about bacteria.

Life just wasn't fair.

The only power Marshall had was his amazing rapping ability. But, come on, spider powers?

And, thank God, Kendrick burst into the room quickly, cutting off the teacher's speech about parasitic relationships in nature.

"Sorry sorry," Kendrick said. "Sorry I'm late Mr. Dent."

"Just don't let it happen again, Mr. Durham," Mr. Dent said, rolling his eyes.

"Yes sir," Kendrick said taking his seat next to Marshall.

"Does anyone want to take the attendance sheet to the office," Mr. Dent asked holding up a piece of paper. "The internet is down, so I can't email it."

Nobody in the room responded.

"Great," Mr. Dent said. He took the paper and closed the door behind him as he left the room. Instantly, the people in the room began to chatter (did i just say chatter?) everyone talking with everyone else. Marshall noticed that the girls weren't seemingly obsessed with Kendrick anymore. Maybe he'd found a way to turn that jealousy-inducing power off.

"Hey Ken," Marshall heard a female voice say to his right.

Well, Marshall thought. It was good while it lasted.

"Oh," Kendrick said. "Hey Kim."

Marshall's eyes got big. He looked to where Kendrick was sitting, and his wonder was confirmed. Kim Gray was the one talking.

At first, Marshall thought he and Kim Gray were meant to be together. Marshall and Kim? It was too coincidental. But then, he remembered how the famous Marshall and Kim turned out. He figured he was better off single.

Kim looked at Kendrick with kind eyes.

"Hey," she said. "Do you wanna see that new Andrew Garfield movie with me? I heard it's really good."

"Saw it," Marshall interrupted, although he didn't know why. "Twice. And spoiler alert: Emma Stone dies."

"Dude!" Kim yelled at him.

"Don't worry," Marshall said. "The movie was actually pretty bad."

"It really was," Kendrick said shaking his head.

"Then why did you see it twice?" Kim asked Marshall.

"Because the first time was in bootleg off the internet, I hoped seeing it in better quality would make it better."

"It didn't," Kendrick said.

"Then why do people say it's really good?" Kim asked.

"We have many theories," Marshall said.

"One of them is the newness affect," Kendrick said. "It's the theory that something is percieved better than it actually is because it's new. And, once the newness wears off, everyone will realize how bad the movie actually was. The same thing happened with the last movie in the original series."

"Another theory," Marshall said. "Is the death penalty. It states that because a main character actually dies, people will believe the movie is actually good."

"Even though the movie was pretty bad," Kendrick said.

"Yes," Marshall said.

Kim was silent for a moment as she pondered this. Then she replied.

"Well," she said. I'd still like to see it."

Marshall and Kendrick facepalmed themselves.

"Of coarse you would," Marshall said.

"We warned you," Kendrick said.

"So, Kendrick, back to my request," she said. "Can you take me?"

"Uhhhh," Kendrick said, looking to Marshall for help. "I don't know..."

This surprised Marshall even more. It was a known fact, at least to Marshall anyway, that Kendrick had a crush on Kim. And he was turning her down? Marshall didn't know what was going on, but he had to help his friend.

"Hey Kim," Marshall said. "Wanna hear a Skittles freeystyle?"

"Um, in a minute Marsh," Kim said. "I just asked Kendrick..."

"That sounds like a great idea," Kendrick said, looking at Marshall with an expression that said 'thank you.' "So when you become famous, we can say we heard you before you got big."

Kendrick started beating on the desk, making a beat. Marshall started freestyling.

"This is a freeystyle. I style myself like a cosmotologist I'm a biologist When I examine life In these words I spit. I spit like a mule Who can't find a way to jack off I'm a first class jack ass Who can't help but to mouth off."

Interrupting Marshall's unbelievable bars, Mr. Dent burst into the room covered in sweat. He fell on his face as he stopped, his fat shaking like a dildo. And, of coarse, everyone laughed. Mr. Dent quickly got up, and their laughter was the last thing on his mind.

"Everyone under the desks," Mr. Dent said. "Now!"

Marshall looked towards Kendrick with a confused look on his face, and Kendrick returned it. Then, Kendrick grabbed his head like it was exploding.

"Kendrick?!" Marshall asked surprised.

And then something happened that would haunt Marshall for the rest of his life. There was a loud crack, then large holes appeared on the body of Mr. Dent with red ooze coming from them. Mr. Dent had been shot. Multiple times. Mr. Dent fell to his knees and looked down at his body with tears in his eyes as his glasses fell to the ground.

"Oh..oh my God," he said mid sob. "I never got in shape "

Suddenly, there was another crack, and half of Mr. Dent's he'd exploded, sending blood everywhere. The dead body of Mr. Dent, the guy everyone laughed at, fell to the ground.

Finally, people had a reaction. People screamed, people cried, people started calling the police. Kendrick, Marshall, and Kim just sat there, still shocked. Then, Kendrick grabbed the back of his neck in pain once again. But this time, Kendrick grabbed Marshall and Kim and pulled them down, with what Marshall felt was his sticky powers. As Marshall hit the ground, he saw something that literally made him shit his pants.

A man in a ski mask ran into the room, holding a black assault rifle. Before anyone could scream, he fired out, hitting everyone in the room, except the three of them under the desks. Kim was about to scream, but Kendrick put his hand over her mouth to stop her. After killing all the teens, the masked man ran out of the room, probably to kill others.

Marshall knew they couldn't let that happen.

...

Kendrick was officially scared out of his mind.

First, Kim asks him out. He never thought that would happen. Sure, he and Kim had shared some laughs, but asking him out? Those spider toxins must be the shit. But, sadly, God thought it'd be funny to give him a conscience so he couldn't use his powers to take advantage of women. Oh well.

Next thing he knows, his head seemingly explodes as he "feels" bullets flying through the air towards Mr. Dent.

Then, Mr. Dent gets blown to fucking Kingdom Come. Is it wrong that Kendrick was half expecting whipped cream to come out instead of blood?

And then some guy in a mask came in the room like Jack the fucking Ripper killing everybody with a pulse.

Why does crazy shit always happen to me? Kendrick thought.

The shooter ran out the room, so Kendrick crawled silently to the door to see. He looked behind him and saw Kim crying over one of her slaughtered friends. He also saw Marshall crawling towards the door where Kendrick was. Kendrick held up his hand, motioning for him to stop, knowing that if the shooter saw them, Kendrick would be able to dodge them.

Marshall couldn't.

But, Marshall ignored him and crawled to Kendrick's side.

"What are you going to do?" Marshall asked.

"What am I gonna do?!" Kendrick asked surprised. "I'm not doing a damn thing!"

"Dude, you can take that guy down! Just web him up!" Marshall said.

"It's not my problem, the SWAT or the army or whatever will stop him," Kendrick said shaking his head. "You and Kim are alive. That's all that matters."

"What about Jen?" Marshall asked.

Kendrick's eyes went wide.

Jen, Kendrick thought. How could I be so stupid?!

Kendrick turned to Marshall as his exoskeleton formed over his body.

"Cover for me," he said.

Kendrick ran into the hallway, looking for the shooter. He ran faster than an Olympic track star on speed. He run until he felt the now not painful tingle at the base of his skull. He turned to his left, and saw through a classroom door, the shooter, his gun aimed at the students in the classroom. Spider-man looked at the back of the class and saw Jen sitting, surprised by the shooter and the guy in the costume.

Kendrick shot a webline out of his wrist at the shooter, and it connected with his head, as he opened fire. The web had thrown him off balance though, so he didn't connect with anyone as Kendrick pulled him towards him.

Kendrick punched the shooter in the face with his right fist as he flew towards him. You could hear the loud crack as bones were broken.

"Doing a school shooting? Crazy," Spider-man said. "Doing it in my city? Even crazier."

As the shooter fell to the ground, Spider-man webbed him there.

"Let me ou...," the shooter started, before Kendrick shot a web that covered his mouth, stopping his speech.

"Sh," Spider-man said and went into the classroom.

"Is everyone here all right?" Spider-man asked, but he really wanted to know about Jen.

Kendrick looked past everyone to where Jen was sitting.

She wasn't there.

Fuck!

Spider-man jumped over the desks in single bound to the back of the class where Jen was sitting, and what he saw scared him.

Jen was lying there, in a pool of her own blood.

"Someone call an ambulance!" Spider-man yelled, although someone should've done that a long ass time ago.

"Already am," said a girl with tears forming in her eyes.

Kendrick hated to leave Jen like that, but he had some anger to take out. Kendrick went into the hallway where the shooter was sitting webbed. Spider-man kicked him in the face. Not enough to kill him, but enough. Spider-man bent down to the shooter and grabbed his mask. He pulled it off.

Drake was the shooter.

Drake.

His brother.

His friend.

Drake.

"Oh..oh my God," Kendrick started.

Oh my God, was all Kendrick could think.

How could this happen? How could his brother do something so horrible? What could've caused this?

Interrupting his thoughts, Spider-man heard sirens and knew it was time for him to leave.

He jumped through the now open skylight and fired a web.

He had some things to think about.

...

Drake sat in the prison, waiting for something.

Anything.

He figured they were still shocked about the fact he was found trapped in spider web, and were thinking of how to approach him about it.

He knew he'd probably get the death penalty. He wasn't stupid. He had just killed a school filled with minors. It was obvious. But, he was planning to kill himself anyway.

The only thing he could think about was that spider guy. He didn't want to die by these other guys. He wanted to die of his own power. That spider took that away from him.

Drake heard footsteps coming towards him. He looked up and saw a man in a lab coat walk to the cell.

"Who the hell are you?" Drake asked.

"I am your liberater," he said. "But you can call me Dr. Lance."

"You're gonna let me go," Drake asked incredulous.

"On one condition," Dr. Lance said. "There is a man out there possessing spider-like abilities. You may know him as the one who captured you. I need you to bring him to me, dead or alive." Dr. Lance said.

"And how in the fuck am I supposed to do that?"

Dr. Lance smiled and pulled out a black needle.