In posting this I completely forgot to do any kind of intro or anything at all to be honest. I'm doing that now.
Hello. I write for fun but I'm trying to hone that skill into something respectable and reliable, and to do that, I decided to share my stuff online. To be frank with you, I have no actual idea where this story is going. Most of my work is that way for me. Some say that's good, some say that's bad. I'm just trying to figure out what works.
Feel free to offer feedback... and enjoy.
Prologue
Gunfire rang. There were screams. Spider-man came in low and knocked three men down in a single swing.
"Hey boys, what's cooking tonight?"
Gunfire was dodged effortlessly. Gangsters were dispatched like errant children.
"You've all been very excited these past few months. Is there a party?"
The warehouse was crammed with people. Not a single one touched the red and blue blur that was New Yorks Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-man. The room was hot and humid. Armed men clashing against each other, now tried to run away as a hero more powerful than them entered the scene.
But Spider-man was very, very fast…
….
A few minutes later there were sirens in the distance and Spider-man stretched and yawned as the last thug went down.
Cops about to show up? I'm getting slow… he thought to himself.
There was a new crime wave in the city. Fights. Backroom deals that got innocent people caught in between and open violence alike. When crime waves happened, it was usually because criminals were pulling on their resources more than usual.
Spider-man left the warehouse swinging up to the heights of New York city. What is it all for?
Spider-man headed toward his rendezvous with Daredevil and arrived only to find a note on a wall. He read it and sighed. Daredevil was chasing down a new lead. In the meantime there were seven more potential trouble spots to patrol.
It isn't too much to ask that there'll be nothing going on when I get there is it? Spider-man asked himself mentally.
He worked out a route that would let him visit all seven spots. There was trouble in all seven of them.
….
As Spider-man beat down his last thug for the evening he sighed.
And I've still got to be early at the Bugle tomorrow… he noticed the sky lightening and corrected himself, Today.
"I need a vacation…"