Book 1 of the FNSM Chronicles
My name is Y/n L/n. Just your average 14 year old "New Yorker." I moved from Suburban New Jersey to bustling Manhattan a few months ago, I got into this fancy high school in Midtown, and now I don't know anybody or an...
As I began to leave Dr. Conners' room, the P.A. started an announcement.
"All 9th graders, please report to the auditorium for an assembly."
I looked at Peter quizzically, who simply shrugged.
We walked to the first floor, which was pretty chaotic to say the least. Midtown High has over a hundred freshmen, and all of them were trying to get in line. But somehow, we managed to find MJ in the mess.
"What the hell's going on?" she asked.
"Don't look at me," Pete replied.
"What did you do Y/n?" she teased.
"Nothing!"
By this time, we were at least inside. I couldn't see the stage from where I was though.
"This is random," I heard a voice say.
I turned around to see Gwen.
"Yeah."
The four of us made our way to the 6th row of seats, where we sat down. Gwen was on my right, Peter on my left, and MJ on his left.
"Students..." Principal Morita started.
"For those of you who have not been caught up with the news lately, things have been getting crazy around New York."
Me and Peter exchanged a look, which Gwen noticed.
"What's up?" Gwen asked.
"Nothing," Peter and MJ responded in unison.
She gave a skeptical look as we all returned out gazes to the stage.
"But, one singular beacon of hope has emerged to fight back."
"Do you think he's talking about that Spider guy?" Gwen asked.
"Unlikely," I replied.
"That being said, I would like to invite Mr. Wilson Fisk to say a few words."
The crowd clapped, and I joined along with an annoyed expression.
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"Thank you..." he started.
"I have been a part of New York from the moment of my birth, and..."
I started to trail off as he spat lie after lie. He assumed the image of a savior, and he never slipped up. It was so damn good, it could make you question your sanity for even thinking he was a mob boss. But I saw it with my own two eyeballs, and I had a responsibility to avenge my father.
I got up to "go to the bathroom," and changed into my suit. As the Kingpin finished his speech and left the building, I was waiting for him.
I leapt at him, landing a punch on his jaw. However, his men quickly forced me back with bullets. Fisk tried to escape to his car, but I wasn't going down that easily. I disarmed the soldiers' firearms with a spitter web, and kicked them both in the head, charging at him.
"You think you can just do whatever you want and get away with it?!" I shouted.
Fisk pinned me down, faking an expression of hesitation.
"You know, you should really win an Oscar," I snarled sarcastically, double-kicking him off of me.
I assumed a fighting position, but quickly felt a sharp pain in my leg. I looked down to see a grazed bullet wound.
I was in shock.
I couldn't even sense the danger.
"Kill him!" Fisk yelled.
I quickly swung away as they shot at me, shrinking back into my protected teenage persona. I quickly wrapped at least 5 layers of web around my leg, limping back to the half empty auditorium.
"What happened to you?" Gwen asked, noticing my limp.
"You know, it's the damndest thing," I muttered to her, forcing a smile.
"He had to take a sh-"
I covered Peter's mouth before he could finish, making Gwen giggle.
Third Person P.O.V.
"Get me back to the tower, now!" Fisk commanded.
"Y-yes sir," his driver fumbled.
Tommy sat next to him, a blank face with tons of expression hidden behind it. Fisk was too enraged to notice.
"I'm going to kill that son of a b*tch. I'm going to kill him with my bare hands"
"Sir, don't you think we're focusing too much on this-"
Fisk held his hand to Tom's face, gesturing him to hold his tongue.
"I want you to find out everything you can on Spider-Man. Where he lives, who he knows, everything."
Tommy gulped and nodded.
Y/n P.O.V.
~Lunch~
I sat quietly eating the school's "mac and cheese." Even with all the craziness going on recently, and the burning sensation that I'd been shot in my calf muscle, at least the disappointment of every bite I took stayed consistent.
"So, Fisk. What a character huh?" Gwen said, trying to break the silence.
"Yeah," I replied, taking another bite.
"Your dad's a cop, right? Does he trust him?" MJ asked.
"I don't think he trusts anyone outside family."
I sighed.
"He blames most of this on Spider-Man though."
"And what about you?" I asked.
"I mean, he can't be all bad, right? After all, he is stopping criminals."
I smiled a little as I took another bite.
~Dismissal~
After making my way to the rooftop and changing, I leapt off the building, making sure not to put too much strain on my leg.
It was a gray and rainy afternoon, and for once it seemed like crime was taking a nap. Which was good because I really didn't have time for thugs right now.
I got home and took a shower. Then I started my homework. I could faintly feel my Spider-sense going off, but there was no clear danger.
~NYPD Precinct: Upper East Side~
George Stacy P.O.V.
I was going through old files of different gangs when I heard a knock on my door.
"Captain?"
"What is it?"
"We just received an anonymous tip."
"What did it say?"
"They said something was about to go down at Fisk tower in a couple days. Do you think they were working with Spider-Man?"
