My phone rang.
Normally, this wouldn't be a bad thing, but it was one o'clock. In the freakin' morning.
"Whudthehellizzatnoiz?" I mumbled as I groped around for my phone. Finally finding it on my night table, I answered it.
"'Lo?" I croaked into the receiver.
"Hey, it's me, MJ. I was wondering... You know, if it's not too much, if you wanted to hang out tomor-- oh, wait, today. It's the morning. So?" She seemed rather out of breath by the end of the sentence.
" Sure, MJ, where do you wanna go? I'm free all day, it's Saturday," I managed.
"Um, how about we go out at around lunch for coffee?" She cheerfully said.
"Arright, I'mma get some sleep now. 'Night," I weakly said.
"'Night Pete."
She clicked off her phone, and I was left awake... But not for long.
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???????'s POV (a/n Such sorcery!)
I looked at the map of Manhattan. I'd circled the sites, I'd arranged the deaths, and everything... Everything was going according to plan.
My grand finale?
Spider-Man's head on a platter.
A/N SO HAI HOW WAS THIS?!? I have RETURNED!!! DO YOU LOVE ME? I introduced POV changes, and I'll give you two hints as to who ??????? Is: Red Rum and the question marks are the same as the number of letters. Enjoy! -M
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