Three Spiders-Based on ATSV

Chapter One

Note: *I do not own any of the characters created by Marvel Comics, and I have had some inspiration from the Spiderman 2099 comics.*

Miguel POV:

...the poison has consumed me.

It has taken over my body.

    Killing me-eroding me, from the inside, out.

There was one cure.

The man screamed.

I have gotten used to his pleas by now.

I had at first felt terrible about what I was doing, but it is the only way.

    The only cure.

    The only thing keeping me alive.

The man's screams began to die.

Gabriella POV:

They still weren't here.

The counselor glanced at her watch, frowning slightly in disapproval. I watched her dirty blonde bob as it bounced slightly as she sorted the papers on her desk. I could see silver hairs peeking through her brown roots.

She didn't say anything, but it was pretty obvious what she was thinking.

"Do you know how much longer till your parents are here darlin'?" Her not-very-common-in-New-York-city-southern drawl was apparent.

"I'm not sure-" I begin nervously, but just then, my stepmother bursts into the room.

"Sorry I'm late!" she apologizes. She looks like she had just come from the office. Her caramel hair was pulled back in a sleek bun and she wore a dark gray power suit with a white blouse underneath.

She gave a professional, friendly smile to the counselor. She then proceeded to sit down, straightening her suit she sits down in an elegant manner, back straight and poised. It even made me sit up a little more.

"Where's my dad?" I whisper to my stepmom. She looks at me and I can see the annoyance with my very existence.

"He's busy." She replied flatly, and turned back to the counselor with a two-faced smile.

He's always busy. That was the excuse that she used every time. Was he probably busy? Yeah. He always was, but couldn't he...try a little more?

"May we begin then?" The counselor-Ms. Claire, which I had deducted form reading the golden name tag that sat on her desk-cleared her throat and tapped the papers onto the desk, straightening them.

"Yes." my stepmother answered, now in her business tone, or at least what people thought was her business tone. She naturally had that confident, cold tone. No warmth in her voice, especially not for me.

"All right then, we came to have a meeting for Gabriella about..." She glances down at the light blue paper on her desk and squints.

"Moving her into Advanced Geometry as well?"

"Correct." My stepmother confirms, crossing her legs and folding her hands on top.

"Well, as I can see, her grades are fantastic and allow it. So 3 AP classes this year then Gabbi?" This question knocked me out of my daze.

I blinked. "Uh yeah, Biology, English, and now Geometry." I gave a shy smile. I could feel a disapproving look for my smile from my stepmom. It made me shrink down a bit in my seat.

looking down to my lap, I begin to fidget with a rubber band, stretching it and twisting it around my fingers. My skin turns a pale white or red depending on the pressure and length of time said pressure had been applied.

A beep rings through the office and my step mom looks down at her purse. Opening it, she begins to dig through it. She mumbles something as she finally finds her work phone and turns it on to see what was the matter. I knew exactly what was going to happen next. She looks at the screen and makes a face of annoyance, exactly how she looks at me. She turns off the phone before looking over at the counselor as she begins to gather her things.

"I'm sorry. I have to go back to the office, new client and all."

"Oh, that's okay!" The counselor says with a smile. "We're just about done here anyways."

"Have a good day." I try cheerfully. It was in an attempt to make peace with her, or at least to catch a glimpse of some sort of affection, like I've been trying for years.

"I'm so sorry!" She apologizes once more, not to me though. She stood up and hastily shook hands with the counselor.

When the door closes with a small thud, the room is silent once more. I wait a minute or two before I turn to the counselor. "May I go back to class now?"

"Yes, and don't forget to take a lollipop!" She says once again with her drawl doing its thing. She nudged the jar in my direction and I randomly picked a red one. They didn't have flavors on the wrapper. Red was normally good so it was a safe option.

"Thanks for stoppin' sweetheart!" She smiles a little too wide.

"Thank you, have a nice day." I smile back, before pushing  on the oak door  and the smell of printer paper and pumpkin scented candles engulf my senses.

The faint clicking of keys being typed and office phones ringing can be heard as I make my way through the hall. I pass multiple doors with empty meeting rooms and offices. Walking past the front desk, the lady up front gives me a flat "Have a nice day." Her accent was the stereotypical Brooklyn-New York city-accent.

As I open the next door I voyage into the empty hallways. It was the middle of 8th period, so it made sense.

My dress shoes make faint squeaking noises on the white tile floors. The awful, headache inducing lights beat down and make my head throb a little. The hallway is quiet except for the occasional chatter when I pass classrooms.

I begin to pass through the cafeteria. The lights on the ceiling mix with the sunlight coming in from the cafeteria windows. I see a kid at the far end of the cafeteria on their phone with headphones on. He's doodling in a notebook with an assortment of colored highlighters. He appears to be a sophomore maybe? Dark skin and black hair. Obviously skipping class, I don't blame him. Not that I'd be brave enough to do that though. I couldn't see their uniform from here, so I didn't know for sure what year they were.

I turn down a few more hallways, up a staircase, and to my right is my 8th period freshman honors biology class. I can hear faint chatter through the closed door.

    I take a deep breath. Preparing myself before I enter the classroom.

I open the door.

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