A Tale of Two Spiders [BEING REWRITTEN ELSEWHERE]

Part 15

Gwen's POV

A/N: Please bear with me, I've never written action before – if you have any tips, please let me know. Enjoy!

My muscles screamed in protest as I jumped off the building and swung down, landing on the road in a somersault. It was crowded with terrified civilians running away from the scene of the crime. A man tripped over something and hit the ground – hard. I ran toward him and helped him up. Barely noticing my crazy-looking getup, he gave me a brief nod before resuming his mad dash down the street.

My heart raced as I looked in front of me, staring at the hulking beast which pushed through and crashed into every obstacle in its way. Cars went flying – and one went in my direction.

My senses went off, and instinctively, I punched the car – as hard as I could.

It went flying...

Over the running people...
Over the police's heads who watched with gaping mouths...
And right onto the rhino-looking thing's head.

He roared and turned around, piggy eyes scanning the area to see who did it.

Meanwhile, I was staring at my fist in shock.

That's new.

"You!" I heard a shout from in front of me. The beast's nostrils flared, and he stood his ground.

He was easily at least twelve feet tall, and his hideously enhanced body was colored grey. I could see the veins in his neck and arms popping, and he grinded his teeth in anger.
"You okay there, buddy? You seem a little...stressed." I asked him.

He responded by throwing the car I punched at him back.

"Woah!" I exclaimed, jumping out of the way.

"Okay, scratch that. You aren't a little stressed – you need therapy."

"Who are you anyway, little girl? Halloween isn't for two months." He snarled, aiming a hit at me.

I dodged it and threw a punch at his face, which hit the mark. He yelled out in pain, clutching
his nose

"You little- "I stopped him by punching him again, in the chest.

Which didn't do anything.

Oh no.

"Oww..." My fist throbbed, and I clutched it in pain.
What is this guy's skin made of?
Rocks?

"Man, I was gonna make a quip about how we need to keep this PG-13, but I think you just broke all of my fingers instead."

"Which definitely isn't as funny."

"Listen." He grabbed me by my neck and lifted me up into the air. I grabbed – or, tried to cover his giant wrist with my hands, and tugged as hard as I could; but to no avail. He was far too strong for me - a person who had discovered their powers barely 24 hours earlier.

"I don't know who you are, but I think it's time you learn a valuable lesson." He slammed my face into the road, and I groaned into the tarmac. He lifted me up again, and turned me to face him. He cocked his fist back and threw a vicious punch into my face. I flew out of his grasp and rolled on the ground, coming to a stop several meters away.

My ears were ringing, and a metallic taste filled my mouth.

Blood.
I lifted my mask up slightly and spat it out. The slight tint of red on the grey concrete filled my vision, and I felt woozy...really woozy.

Did I always have eight fingers on my right hand?

A sharp pain went through my head, and I glanced up to see the Rhino looming over me, his shadow shrouding me in darkness.