Webbed Up In Love

The Tragedy and Powers

We got to the office and she assisted me into the Principle's office. When I got in there the mood was glum, and there was one of my father's old police officer buddies. His best mate. Artie Whitlock.

"Miss Barrett, please have a seat." Principle Newman said gesturing to the chair in front of her desk.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked curiously.

"No, Cate you're not in trouble." Artie said with a weak smile.

"Hi, Artie. What's going on?" I asked nervously.

"Well, sweetheart." He took a seat in the one beside me and grabbed one of my hands. "It's your Dad. He was in an accident last night at work." He said cautiously.

"What?! Is he okay?" I asked alarmed. He lightly shook his head and sighed. I gasped and my hands flew to cover my mouth.

"Cate, he's gone. He was on duty last night at Oscorp and someone broke in. He was caught in the middle of the unfortunate incident as the thief left the building. Another man lost his life as well."

"No, no, no. This can't be happening. You're lying!" I cried out in disbelief.

I stood from my seat and ran from the room with Artie calling after me. I booked it outside of the school and ran as fast as I could away. I got on the subway and took the train into the city. Running all the way to the cemetery. The only place I knew I could find comfort in this moment.  I ran towards the back and collapsed on the ground in front of a large granite tombstone. My hand gently placed on the lettering and I sobbed loudly. I looked my watery eyes up and read the name. Virginia Barrett, friend, wife, and mother.

"Oh, Mom." I cried. "What am I going to do? Now, I don't have you or Dad. I have no one left..." I cried quietly and leaned my head against her stone.

I cried for a long time, with my head pressed against my mother's tombstone. After a while the tears started to run dry and I sat up.

"At least he's with you now..." I said quietly wiping my eyes after my tears finished falling.

I sighed and pulled my knees to my chest and sat in front of the stone, just staring and talking. I probably looked like a crazy person just sitting here talking to no body. But, I didn't know where else to go or who to turn to. I had no living family left. It was just me, all alone. After three hours, it was getting late and dark. I was exhausted.

I got on the train home, and laid down closing my eyes. Exhausted from crying, from the strange sick feeling I had experienced yesterday, and the craziness that surrounded today. Some drunk bald guy thought it was a good idea to try to put a beer bottle on my forehead. My senses were driving me crazy from all the sounds I could hear, from people's breathing, to a fly buzzing, someone tapping a pen. The bottle leaked a single drop of condensation onto my forehead. The separation of the liquid and the bottle sent me into a weird frenzy. I jumped from my seat and clung to the ceiling. The gasps from the other passengers, made me come aware of what I was doing and I fell from the ceiling onto my back. I groaned in pain.

"Seriously? Now, I'm covered in beer." The woman complained to her boyfriend who had put the beer bottle on my head. I jumped to my feet without even hardly needing to bend my knees.

"Oh, my gosh I'm so sorry." I apologized. I put my hand on her shoulder apologetically, but when I tried to remove my hand it was stuck. She looked at me a bit bewildered.

"It's not your fault. But, you can let go now." She said looking at my hand.

"Uh-heh. I'm trying..." I focused on my hand unsure of what the hell was happening.