Maya Stark

Chapter 113: He's... dead?

I hated him. I hated him. I hated him. Blackmail was not a good thing. I was spiraling. And I needed to come up with a plan, fast, to get Peter to understand what was happening. I wasn't getting very far on that. Beck had been messing with Peter the entire time we had been talking. He finally got the perfect idea. I stood next to him as he used the drones to make him look like Fury. He shoots the fake Beck as fake cars surround us. The two of us walk towards Peter and I try to get his attention.

'Fury!' Peter said, standing up form where he had crashed during the whole illusion thing.

'Beck's people...' Beck/Fury said. 'We're trying to find everyone who could expose him. Who'd you two tell?'

I whip my head to look at him. I'm so stupid. Peter is so going to tell him everything.

'I know you told someone,' Beck said. I shake my head at Peter, knowing I was out of Beck's sight. 'Who did you tell? Tell me?!'

'Just Ned and MJ from my class, and maybe Ned told his girlfriend Betty, but that's it,' Peter said. My heart drops and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. Frustrated tears. I brought this on myself. Beck chuckles. 'What?'

'You... are so gullible,' Beck said. He turned to me. 'Isn't he so gullible. I mean you told me that once.' I held his stare. Shit.

'What?' Peter repeated.

'No, I mean you're smart as a whip,' Beck said. 'Just a—' his voice went back to his own. '—sucker.' The last piece of illusion is lifted. 'And now all your friends are going to die.' I roll my eyes. I couldn't help it. He was stupid if he thought I would let him do that.

'What—'

'You're probably wondering about Maya, right?' Beck said. My eyes go to Peter's. He had flipped his eyepiece up. I looked at the floor when I see the very much betrayed expression in his eyes. 'She's a top tier manipulator. Probably from being manipulated all her life. Isn't that right, Maya?'

I don't answer and keep staring at the ground. My mind is extremely detached. I didn't want to see anything else. I didn't want to be here. So, I retreat into my mind. I let Beck do whatever his plan was. I dissociate. Everything disappears it's all blank. That is until I hear the train. I look back up to see Peter standing in a train track and Beck a little way in front of him.

'Parker—' was all I could get out before the train hit him. I freeze and move forward. Beck grabs my wrist again, tightly, stopping me from following the train. New tears spring in my eyes. I couldn't stop them this time. Did... Did I just help kill my best friend?