A Tale of Two Spiders [BEING REWRITTEN ELSEWHERE]

Part 6

Miles's POV

I struggled against the Prowler's powerful grip.

Why is this guy so strong? Dammit, I knew I should've taken Uncle Aaron up on those boxing lessons. They would have been very useful right about now. My breaths came in short gasps as I fought to inhale air. But my fighting was getting weaker and weaker by the second. I looked to the side and saw the Prowler's claw coming closer and closer to my head.

I can't die here...

My family...

My friends...

Gwen...

I grabbed the claw that held my neck and desperately tried to pull it off. But my efforts were in vain, as this guy had an iron grip. Come on, come on! I screamed at myself in my head. I was running out of breath and time. His claw was approaching my head - fast.

No, no, no!

I'm not gonna go out like this!

I suddenly felt a charge go through my body.

I watched as the arcs of electricity shot out of my fingertips and wrapped themselves around the Prowler's claw...

Which, in turn, blasted him back, making him hit the wall.

I fell to the floor with my chest heaving. My heartbeat slowed gradually as  I gulped in huge amounts of air and held my neck, finally able to breathe. One more second and I would've been a goner. I'm NEVER taking air for granted again.

I coughed, shaking. 

Oh my gosh, I have never been more terrified in my life. Being chased by the literal Prowler is no joke, that's for sure. I guess I was right to worry about him - this guy is scary.

I got up from the ground and glanced over at the Prowler, who was slumped against the wall in front of me. Judging by the fact that he wasn't moving, I assumed that he was unconscious.

I wasn't going to stick around to see him wake up, though - I'm not crazy.

I jogged the rest of the way out of the subway, and walked back up the stairs, still trembling. I had begun to relax a bit because the Prowler never attacked in crowds - every crime he committed was at a place where there were little to no people.

And as far as I know, I'm the only one to have ever survived a direct attack by him.

It's because of those freaky electric powers.

My appearance and obvious anxiety earned me a few weird stares, but this is New York. I mean, nobody cares whether there is a monster next door or the zombie apocalypse - as long as they get to where they need to be on time, nothing else matters. Then again, a nervous kid walking on the streets of Brooklyn isn't something new. 

Back at the dorms

I climbed through the window and locked it - I couldn't get into my dorm fast enough. After double-checking that the window was locked, I checked the door to be absolutely sure that it was bolted shut. 

Phew...

I pressed my back up against the wall and pulled down my mask so that I could breathe clearly again.

I'm alive...I made it.

Ganke actually looked away from the TV for once and glanced at me, concerned.

He had every right to be a bit weirded out. Sweat was still dripping from my forehead, and I looked like I had seen a ghost. My pulse was racing again, my clothes stuck to my skin, and I was still shaking, no matter how much I tried to stop. I could hear my gasping breath, and my eyes darted around the room frantically, looking for any sign of him.