Emergence: The Spectacular Spider-man Series- BOOK 01

Episode 1O

Peter crashed open the door, dropping his bag apmost as he entered.

"Hey, you just..just..in time for--dinner" stammered Aunt May, as she noticed Peter walking unsteadily through the living room into the kitchen.

Peter pulled down the zipper of his hoodie, his entire body sweating ravingly. Big ugly patched of sweat dotting all over the wrinkles of his clothes.

"Are, you fine Peter? You look so tired?" inquired May, rushing round the kitchen table, suprised with Peter's poor condition.

"Uhm yea!" muttered Peter, lazily pulling of the camera from around his neck and pytting down onto the table. His vision blickering with his movements, making him stumble onto invisible barriers as he walked.

"Ben! Ben. Come our right now!" cried May, holding Peter onto one place as she made him sit, "God Peter! You are shivering!"

"Yeah" Peter mouthed a grunted reply, holding his head with one hand, while hiding his punctured other hand and the wound by sliding it into his hoodie's pocket.

"Hey Boy!" cheered Ben stepping out of the little storage room in the kitchen, unbeknownst to Peter's pitiful condition.

Peter waved a lazy hello to Ben. His vision only allowing him to see a blurry image of aperson walking towards him.

"Oh-boi-boi. What happened?" rushed Ben, dropping a few things evident from a few noises Peter heard as he watched the blotchy image of Uncle Ben run towards him.

"Uhm. Just feeling--a bit dizzy--"

"A bit? Gosh Peter! You are ill!" screamed Aunt May, on the verge of tears.

"Hey!! Shhh!!" interrupted Ben, silenecing May with a hand gesture before holding Peter by his shoulder, "Did something happen?" he asked, slightly pressing Peter's shoulder.

"Uh hmm" Peter grunted, nodding in negation.

"You ate something?"

"Nope." Peter muttered slowly, his weak hands tryna push his slippung spectacles.

"You didn't ate anything. What kind of school is it!" May blustered shoutingly.
"Get yourself clean. I am serving you some salad." she ranted quickly, throwing something off the table, invisible to Peter.

"No!" Peter tried being loud, as he heard May walk off to the kitchen. "No, I don't feel like eating."

"You don't feel like eating?" repeated May, her tone, something between angry and emotional. "You are fainting Peter! Have something now."

"No May, please" pleaded Peter, his weak hand accidently fall onto the table with a loud bang.

"Are you banging the table, Peter?"

"Uhm No!"

"You are. Is this--

"Hey stop!! Stop!" cut Ben, getting up from his chair. He turned to Peter, ducking to look into his eyes. "You are severly weak, my child. You sure, you don't want anything?"

"Nothing.." Peter replied, feeling his head wobble with strong thuds of hammering pain which instable moved from his neck into shoulders, followed by his spine and then all over the body.
"Aaghh!" Peter tried to subdue his cry.

"See. You are going dizzy. Please have something--" persuaded May, not listening Peter's reply as she continued to do something with the dishes, audible to Peter.

"No May. I--i feel like puking. I don't need anything" cried Peter, getting up from the chair, and stumbling a few steps as he tried to walk.

"Oi oi! Be careful!" Ben cried, helping Peter stand.