Spiderman: chapter 1

Spiderman: chapter 1

When my uncle Ben died, I thought that was it. I thought that the world was coming to end when really, as things unfolded, it was just beginning.

I happened to run into an old friend. Harry Osborn. He's the son of Norman Osborn who I just learned had become CEO of his own science department called "Oscorp". I always liked Harry. Everything went great for him. Some thought he was spoiled, but I knew he would be going places.

Right now, I would take that back...I'll explain someday...

Things only got better for aunt May and me. Aunt May was near retirement, so I'd have to earn a job before that. That's when it happened. I had run into another old friend who had left just after our graduation. Betty Brant, that's her. She worked as main secretary at the "Daily Bugle". That's right, her job was to receive calls forward messages all that jazz. Not much stress, besides her boss I guess.

Her boss. J. Jonah Jameson. That's his name. The editor of the Daily Bugle. The first "J" is "John". Personally, I hate him. I had to get an interview with him with Betty as my referrer. He was so mean. He barely looked me in the eye once. He'd cut me off with a "yeah, yeah", or a "whatever". Finally, without any expression of interest, he said "yeah you're hired". He didn't even care. I won a job as a photographer. Sounded interesting. But only until I found out how much of a critique Jameson was. Any picture that didn't interest him he'd just throw them all out or just throw a fit. I asked Betty if there was something wrong with him, but she herself didn't know. I guess it was just his nature of being to be...........well, a frickin' whiner.

So that's it. That's how life turned out. Pretty good I guess. But there's one part I didn't tell you about. Spiderman.

Let's just say he didn't have it so well.

I was on an errand as usual. Jonah would give me random assignments. Often just to take pictures of some protest or some kid who won the spelling bee. All that crap. Apparently he enjoyed taking me for a joke or he just didn't care. I saw either one as a possibility.

That's when it happened.

I went down to see a parade moving along the street. Most of the people weren't impressed, they had places to go and the parade caused most roads to be blocked off. Me, I had a special way to travel. Too bad no one could see. All I needed was a few shots for the front page and main article. That's it. O yeah, if J.J didn't like it, it came out of my pay check, otherwise I would have to do something major to save myself. That's just business they'll say, I don't think I'll ever understand.

I got on my bike and beat the band to the next street. That was perfect to get a picture. J.J couldn't resist, unless he was being his old whiny self. That's when I heard a loud "BOOM"! Just like that. Several band members flipped in the air and you could see the explosion. Even I fell! More players and bystanders had been shot down and run over by a large army truck with armed masked soldiers inside. I ducked behind a car as they passed. They just passed me. Three police cars followed them, shooting. I could smell the ashes. I ran. Not from the violence. But from the public. I had to change. This wasn't my job. It was SPIDERMAN'S.

Spidey.... ok fine, I jumped out and on the wall. I shot a web. O yeah, I didn't mention that. I can web swing with organic webbing. I swung to the rescue. I knew my way around the city. I bike ride or go for a swing at night. It helps to know your way around. Especially in New York. I caught up with a little short-cut. They were coming in fast. I knew they were terrorists. Or at least some drunk idiots. I know what soldiers can do with just one too many. I leaped to a traffic light and hung on, waiting for my chance. It came all too quickly. I jumped. I caught on one guy. I threw him off the truck carrier. The other one (there were 4) grabbed his small revolver, but I webbed his hand. I jumped with a swinging kick that sent him rolling on the roadway. He almost got run over. Good for him. I punched one and webbed the other. They were all taken care of. Now for the internal passengers. One popped out his head with a rifle. Big deal. I'd just deal with him too. All he needed to do was open fire. Just one bullet. Instead of one, there came three, headed right for the cops who were quickly returning fire. I had too stayed low. I wasn't gonna be the next terrorist victim. With one clear shot. I webbed the shooter's hand. NO more fire there. I only had one chance. I got it. I threw the guy up and over the next traffic light. I'd let the cops deal with his hide. Now for the driver. I jumped by the wind shield. The drive grabbed his gun, but I caught his hand in the window. "Pull over!!" I said in a stern voice. The man only screamed, he wasn't backing down. He only slammed the accelerator. "What are you, Crazy?" I screamed. He just kept going, swerving to avoid incoming cars. I nearly fell off, but I still had good grip. Just then, one more truck filled with terrorists came swerving behind the police car, with a bazooka! That wasn't gonna work! Just then, my spider-sense tingled. No, I didn't need to pee. There was danger. I looked, I was shocked. The Daily Bugle was up ahead! Lots of reporters too. I would stop this clown. I webbed his wind shield, but I seemed to have aggravated him. He accelerated again. We only a few yards away, man! This guy was crazy! Then my spider-sense went off again. The bazooka was ready to fire at the pursuing cops. I only had one chance. The guy had already locked on. It was now or never. I webbed the next traffic light, forgetting the Daily Bugle was just about a few feet away, with a blinded driver heading right for it! I swung. I hit the "bazooka guy". It fired, but it missed me and the cops. It blew a building. Crap. I sure hope no one got hurt even now. The bazooka guy dropped out of the truck, and the first truck [sadly] crashed. "Bsssssssshhhhhhh"!!! That's how it sounded. Loud and shattering. I was scared. All the reporters got out of the way (thank God), but they were still in danger the driver got out, limping, but still moving. He grabbed a female reporter, well, I wasn't sure who she was at first. She was pretty, but not when she was scared. No one is. "I shoot her!" the terrorist yelled, he had her in a lock with his revolver. "Don't follow Me!" The other truck pulled up, swerving past the cops who were in steady position. Dear me. They got out with their "leader". Whoever the guy was. The all went in the building. I heard gunshots. Then came the girly screams. I rushed in. I'd die if anyone got hurt. Really, I would. No one died, so I wouldn't either. Good. They had everyone on the ground while some took the elevator. I jumped at the three men. I knocked one down by landing on him, and then I kicked the other and winded the other. I took their guns. BAM! I broke them. I hurried on to the elevator. What? Jammed? Damn it! I banged the door down. I grabbed the pulleys and started climbing. The terrorists had other plans. The dropped the elevator. He was shocked when I saw the lights. I had only one option. It would work. I jumped, I had gotten far too. I made a web, an actual one, pretty big. The elevator got on it and came to an instant halt. Yes! The terrorists thought they got me...they'd have to think again. They were already at the top floor. Oh no! Betty! Robbie, The editor in chief. I had to hurry. I burst thought the elevator door with an awesome flip. I knocked down two of the terrorists and shot a web sling that hit another's arm, hurting him. One grabbed Betty. Crap, not Betty. He went into J.J's office, where one had a gun to his (J.J's) head. This was crazy. I threw a computer at one guy, and the ground almost rushed to meet him. I elbowed on guy that got back up, and the other I webbed to the roof. Perfect I had them all. Now to save J.J! I burst in, but one hid behind the door, with Betty. The leader was there with that girl, the other girl, with the last one by J.J. Great, three hostages. This one took reflex. I stood so I faced the door. I had a plan. There were two statues on two shelves, one on each side of the room. I only had one chance. I webbed them at shocking speed. Then I did a 360 with them that down two guards, the one with Betty and the pretty girl. The girl lost her balance and fell on J.J. The statues, they fell on the floor. "Those were my prized pocessions!" J.J yelled at me. I didn't care, I mean, they didn't break or anything, right? The last terrorist had a gun at me, but I webbed it and broke it in my hand. Perfect. "Get off of me you heavy shit!" J.J stormed. *sigh* same old J.J. They were both grabbed by the terrorists who had switchblades between his fingers. Always carrying backup I see. At least I could do better now. I thought. I didn't want to do this, but I did. If I had no guise, I'd be fired for sure.

I kicked the desk. Really, I kicked it. It hit the terrorist, then smashing on the window, shattering it. Tiny glass was everywhere as the three fell out at once. Cops were down below, screaming for immediate paramedics. That wouldn't be necessary. Not when you had Spiderman around. I jumped out with my hands in front. I webbed J.J and The girl. I let the terrorist fall. He smashed in a police car. I thought that only happened in movies. Wrongo. I could only grip the wall with my feet, but I got them on the ground safely.

That was action. But in the end I saved the day. I felt great, but at the same time, disappointed. I caused a lot of damage. No. I added to it. And at this rate many reporters would quit and I would be off of work a few days. Well, at least the terrorists would receive their sentence. Fair enough.

Anyways, J.J's stubbornness showed he was just fine, But the girl had nearly fainted. They (the paramedics) put here on a stretcher. She'd be okay. I just wanted to make sure. "Hey," I said coolly, "are you okay?" She turned to me, and gave a short smile. "MM-Hm". I started to feel uneasy, I didn't talk to girls that much. "What's your name?"
She asked, I could tell she was gonna faint. I sniffed back tears. "I'm Gwen Stacy," she added.

I was able to grasp some courage and whispered, "SPIDERMAN".

She passed out. She was so pretty. They took her away and the paramedics took off. I just stared. "Freeze!" That just killed it. I turned, and there were three cops with guns pointed right at me. "Yeah that's him!" said an angry Jameson. "He's leading those terrorists! He tried to knock us out the window!" "What! Hey! I saved your life!" I tried to explain but the cops kept shutting me up. "We will shoot," they said, "Get on the ground with your hands up!" I'd had it. How could J.J do that to me? I could have let him die, but no, I saved him, and the Bugle! Son of a bitch! I webbed up the cops' hands. I'd had enough guns for one day! I webbed J.J in the eyes, but didn't get him directly. With that, I swung off. They wouldn't see me a long time. In no time however, I was back, only this time as Peter Parker. "J.J!" I screamed, "Are you alright?"

"Where the hell were you Parker?" J.J snapped, "Why didn't you get me any photos!?" Same old J.J. Whiny crab. I grabbed my camera and snapped a few shots of the scenery. I marvelled at the damage. But taking pictures wouldn't help me. Turns out J.J used my pay and everyone else's to fix the damage. Now I knew I hated J.J...