Spider-Man | Doesn't Need Help

CHAPTER 3

"Get dressed, we're leaving soon." I reluctantly looked up at the man standing in the doorway of my "room."

I nodded, indicating I understood. The man left without a word.

I quickly stood up and pulled a black suit from the closet, which held a few other items of clothing. Just as quickly, I changed into black pants and a sweatshirt, pulling the hood over my head and pulling a black balaclava over my face. I didn't need to look in the mirror to know that I now looked like a real...

"How long do I have to wait!?" My thoughts were interrupted by a shout from downstairs.

I quickly made my way downstairs, where Mr. Adams was waiting for me, also dressed all in black. He also had a belt around his waist, to which were attached two pistols and knives.

"Here." He threw a small but very sharp knife at me.

I sighed quietly, hoping I wouldn't have to use it.

The murderer moved towards the exit, and of course I followed him like a dog.

"The plan is the same as always. Do I have to remind you?" he growled. I didn't know why he asked, since even if I asked him to remind me, he simply wouldn't do it and would even laugh at me.

"No," I replied dryly.

The plan was that we'd only go in the direction he knew, and I wasn't allowed to ask questions unless I wanted to get punched later. Then, when we reached our destination, the man would do the dirty work, either murdering someone on the spot or putting them to sleep and taking them away. I was to stand watch and watch from every direction for any unwanted witnesses. If there were any, I was to catch them and hand them over to Adams. Alternatively, if it wasn't that easy, I was to stab him to death without hesitation.

I knew where to stab the knife so the victim would bleed out quickly. A lesson from my beloved guardian, of course.

I'd never killed anyone before, and honestly, I hoped I never would. Because despite everything, I didn't want to be a murderer.

I remember when, on one of my first missions, a witness showed up. A man who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was supposed to run after him, but then I realized I didn't have a tranquilizer. I informed the man, and he simply ordered me to kill him. He threw a knife at me and ordered me to kill him. At that point, I couldn't move, I couldn't; it wasn't his fault; it wasn't my place to decide who lived and who died. That's why I didn't even move. I don't know if I made a huge mistake or not, but a few minutes later, a slew of police officers showed up, but we managed to escape.

However, I was later punished for this...

I couldn't walk for four days.

"Move, brat." A sharp voice and a slap on the cheek snapped me out of my trance.

I didn't even feel the pain.

I looked around and realized we were in a park.

No way, it's the perfect place for a murder in broad daylight! No one would ever show up here!

"Okay, we're taking him today, I want to watch him suffer," he announced, and for the first time I saw the man sitting on the bench.

He was talking to someone on the phone, smiling and laughing, unaware of anything.

Adams slowly began to creep up on the man while I nervously looked around, silently praying to God that no one had shown up.

I was so absorbed in what I was doing that I jumped when something small hit me on the head. I barely noticed it, continuing to look around.

After a while, something fell on top of my head again.

I frowned and lifted my head briefly, spotting a small red squirrel perched on a branch. I automatically closed my eyes as something fell on me again, this time on my face.

"We're falling." Disoriented, I shifted my gaze from the animal to the man who was running into the woods with a body hanging over his shoulder.

I followed him.

Apparently, today was a spontaneous outing, as he wasn't usually so foolish as to kidnap someone in a public place. He usually had everything perfectly planned, knew his victim's every move. And I meant it literally. I suspected there were no cameras there, and people rarely went there either.

I walked slightly behind the man, looking at the man's restless sleeping face.

My parents definitely wouldn't be proud of me... But did I have any other choice if I wanted to live?

Suddenly, I stopped. I don't know why, it was as if my legs had simply given up on me.

The next unexpected movement was me spinning around sharply. What the hell was happening to my body!?

I looked over at the spot where a moment ago the man had been sitting, talking to someone. I felt him stop breathing for a moment, his eyes widening as he did so.

Right now, in that exact spot, there was a woman standing, most likely a runner, judging by the way she was dressed.

She looked around strangely, as if she were looking for someone or had a premonition of something... Or maybe... What if she was the person Adams' victim was talking to.

Fight.

Trying to put it aside, I turned and quickly ran deeper into the woods, knowing perfectly well which way to go. Unfortunately, from the moment I turned around, I could still feel eyes following me.

I took a deep breath when I was sure no one could see me here.

I slowed my pace a bit, still following the murderer carrying the body.

After a few minutes, we reached our ruin, immediately going in. The somewhat overweight Mr. Adams carried the body to what I called the death room, while I headed for my room.

"Parker." A slightly hoarse male voice stopped me. "No witnesses." He stated more than asked.

"Zero." I lied, though I wasn't entirely sure.

Maybe the woman was just running around and didn't see anything at all. I hoped so.

Without saying anything more, I headed back to my room. Most likely, I wouldn't have to see this psychopath today; he had his victim for today... Unless torturing him and then murdering him in cold blood wasn't enough to satisfy him, then of course, he'd take it out on me.

With a sigh I fell onto the mattress.

These outings always exhausted me terribly. I don't know why. Usually, I did nothing but look around. And yet, I'd come back exhausted from it all, desperately wanting to go to sleep, even though I couldn't.

I didn't want to experience this again.

I settled myself into a more comfortable position and placed my hands over my eyes. I wouldn't fall asleep, not only because I damn well didn't want to, but also because the screaming from downstairs would soon start again. Although sometimes there were people who seemed to have accepted their ending from the start, so they didn't beg or cry. They endured it in silence. It was usually after situations like these that the monster came to me.

I was enjoying the silence that still prevailed, and I probably would have enjoyed it even longer if it weren't for something that suddenly bit me.

Automatically, with my other hand I hit myself where I felt the bite.

I frowned as I saw the already killed red spider that I thought I had seen recently at school.

How did he get here?

Certain that he was dead, I shook the already dead one from my hand onto the floor.

I lay there for about an hour, or for the past half hour, hearing loud screams from below.

And everything seemed to be normal, as usual, if not for the fact that I suddenly became incredibly tired and sleepy.

Not wanting to fall asleep, I got up and started pacing around the small room, hoping I'd wake up soon. It seemed to me that would work, it always did, but not today.

Because suddenly, I think I lost consciousness.