Homesick || Discontinued

10 - My business

I see him. He's standing further away. He's in a suit. And he has his glasses on. I want to go to him but I can't move.

I want to call his name but nothing comes out. Instead, cold chills run over my body. I feel a breeze hitting me while loud, fuzzy sounds hit my ears. My vision is black but I can hear my name being called by an unfamiliar voice.

Well, unfamiliar as in, long time no see type voice.

I feel hands on me, under my legs and lower back. Someone... is carrying me. I'm placed on a warm flat surface gently and feel myself go limp for the next few minutes, only being able to listen to the things around me.

The air was calm and felt safe. Heavy footsteps and light cursing was all I heard in the moment. Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder, lightly being shook.

"Joey?" The man's voice says softly, and I recognize it. "Come on wake up," the back of a hand collides with my face, causing me to gasp as my eyes fly open. I instantly met the eyes of Beck and his smug face. I suddenly feel my limbs again and the dampness of my suit.

My body shook like a vibrator. My name. He used my name.

He shows a devilish smile, stepping back with his arms folded. I try to move but I can't. I see below me, I'm tied down again and he's laughing about it.

"Man, I just can't get rid of you, Joey?" I freeze at the usage of my name and he notices. "You know, it really sucks because if you would've stayed in that storage room before, you could've had a nice, quick death." He gets closer, smirking and looking between my narrow gaze. "But now, I guess we're changing things up a bit." He sneers, "and don't worry, I'll make it long and painful."

I struggle under the ropes, "Why are you doing this?" I growl.

He gives me a look of confusion, "You know why," he paces. "Because you're like him and I can't let you run around knowing my purpose here when I have the chance to end you right now."

His words make my blood run cold as he smiles, "Oh, and your little friend Peter Parker, he's dead, so don't even think about wondering where he is. He's in a better place now and soon you'll join him. And I can't wait for that."

I couldn't believe it. No. This was all my fault. I knew things Peter didn't. And I didn't help him. My eyes widened as I realized something. "Is this..." I started as he turned on his heels, "because of the prototype name?"

"Wow," he smirks, "I'm surprised you know about that."

"Answer the question—"

"I don't have to answer shit! You being one of his is already enough. You don't deserve anything after what he put me through."

"But I'm not him!"

"Doesn't fucking matter."

"It does matter, I'm different!"

"Stop talking!" He spits and throws a rock that crumbles when it hits the concrete. My breath hitches as he looks back at me. "You know, I use to babysit you a lot. And let me tell you, I could just see you were gonna be just like him. And I was happy about that. Until he named my product B.A.R.F. and threw me under the bus. I wished I killed you earlier in your life just to show him not to mess with me. But then, you disappeared, and he died. But lucky for me, you came to me instead. So fucking easy."

"You're a monster— ah!" He cut me off by leaving my cheek stinging with the back of his hand.

"Don't call me that when I can kill you at any time."

"Why don't you kill me now?"

"I wanna save you for when the time is right."

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