Spider-Man | Doesn't Need Help

CHAPTER 5

  "What a ride." I started talking to myself excitedly.

I looked back, still in disbelief that I had actually jumped such a long distance. About thirty meters.

I looked down, and something in my stomach tightened, because as I looked, I only now realized that if something had gone wrong, and a lot could have gone wrong, I would have fallen seventy stories.

I quickly tried to push these thoughts away and then went to the other side of the roof to sit on the edge, watching the beautiful sunset.

For the past few days, I've been testing out my new skills, and I have no idea where they suddenly came from. I've never been in such good shape, I couldn't jump like I do now, I also have a lot of strength, my hearing has improved significantly, I can hear literally everything!

I shifted my gaze to my left hand, which Mr. Adams had shot as punishment a few days ago. It, my right arm, both feet, but before that, he had cut every part of my body with a razor blade.

But what was happening to my wounds was also pretty damn weird.

They healed much faster. It was as if I was regenerating faster. After I pulled all the bullets from my body, the wounds began to heal immediately. Now they barely hurt at all and were barely noticeable. I was incredibly curious about what was happening to me.

After everything happened, I noticed I was starting to, like, enjoy it all? It was a bit strange and unusual for me. I didn't like it, I didn't want to feel, let alone show, positive emotions, but now that's exactly what I was doing.

I tilted my head back slightly, gazing at the setting sun, its last rays shining directly on my face. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, but it didn't last long, as I felt something tickle my arm.

I opened my eyes, raised my hand, and immediately noticed a small black spider crawling across my skin.

Spider again, they've been climbing on me more and more often lately.

Spider.

I frowned slightly. Spider, web from my wrists....

Suddenly, something really stupid came to my mind, but now I don't think anything could surprise me more.

Before all this, I was bitten by that red and blue spider! Could it have had some kind of venom in it that gave me these "powers"?

No, that's not possible, it's probably impossible. But how else can you explain it?

I shook my head at my own helplessness and then headed towards the entrance to the huge, luxurious apartment building.

Descending two steps at a time, after several long minutes I emerged into the fresh air.

New York was really pretty at night.

I quickly made my way straight to the dark side of Manhattan. Every time I walked through there, I felt incredibly uncomfortable.

After all, who would feel comfortable walking past dealers, junkies, and murderers? No one. Yet I was certain nothing would ever happen to me there. Why?

Because I was from Edward Adams himself. One of the most dangerous men in the entire city, he had his men everywhere who would do anything for him.

That's why I never ran away. That psychopath would have found me immediately and then killed me without any remorse.

Or at least that's what I thought.

“Peter!” I stopped abruptly as I heard someone calling out.

Yes, thanks to the fact that I was from Edward, everyone knew me here.

I turned around and saw a brunette running towards me.

“Hi,” he greeted as he stood in front of me.

“Hi, Xander,” I replied.

I stood straight, looking into the eyes of the blue-eyed man, whose smile never left his face and whose pupils were greatly enlarged.

Alexander White, for the umpteenth time in my miserable life, stood before me high. But despite his almost constant state, he was actually quite alright. He never hurt me, never threatened me, he was actually quite friendly.

“I have some stuff for Adams, will you give it to him?” He held out several bags of drugs to me.

Knowing I couldn't refuse anyway, I took off my backpack and the brunette threw everything into it.

Not knowing what to answer, I nodded and turned on my heel to leave.

I was about to move when I felt a hard slap on the ass.

Oh, right. I forgot to mention that my friend Xander, every time we meet, suggests I visit him at his apartment to spend, as he puts it, "a nice and pleasant night."

“Hey, Petey.” I felt his warm breath on my neck. “Maybe you could come over to my place today.” He leaned into my ear, whispering into it.

“Xander.” I sighed. “The answer is always the same,” I muttered, knowing he would understand.

He's always understood, and I hope he always will. He touches me a bit, gropes me, but eventually he'll stop. He'll at least respect what I say to some extent.

Suddenly, I felt, like, a shiver? I don't know, but the tingling sensation at the back of my skull was pretty damn weird.

"Why?" He grabbed my buttock. I'd long since stopped reacting to all this. "I won't be like Adams to you. I'll give you real pleasure."

I sighed, looking up slightly at the cloudless sky where the stars were already shining.

"Petey…"

“Please, I don’t want to,” I said firmly, hoping that would be enough. “Sorry, but I have to go,” I added.

The grip on my left buttock loosened slightly, and after a moment I felt the man pull away completely.

Without saying a word, I moved forward. I didn't think about what had happened moments ago, because honestly, I was used to such things.

After a dozen or so minutes, I reached my ruin, which I entered without hesitation. Needing to, I immediately headed to the living room, from which a terribly unpleasant odor was emanating. A moment later, I realized it was a decomposing body.

The body of a man who had been lying there for over a week. I didn't move him, hoping that eventually Mr. Adams would do it himself instead of ordering me to.

The man lay at the very corner of the room. Around him was a mass of scarlet flesh, upon which flies and other flying insects settled. His large green eyes were still wide open. His face, like his entire body, was in terrible condition. However, the final blow seemed to be a bullet to the head.

I quickly looked at my "Lord", feeling that if I didn't get out of there quickly, I would throw up.

“Xander told me to give you this,” I said in a flat voice, tossing several packets of cocaine onto a small table.

Adams looked at me and nodded, then, just like a moment ago, closed his eyes.

Preferring not to disturb anyone, I left and quickly headed to the bathroom.

I knelt down by the filthy toilet and started vomiting everything I'd eaten today. That was, one sandwich with some meat and a tomato.

I couldn't stand it anymore, I could still feel the musty smell in my nostrils.

Why did my shitty life have to be this way? Will it always be this way? I'm sure that eventually I'll either be killed or that psychopath will train me to be just like him.

After ten minutes, I had nothing left to vomit. I sat on the floor, leaning against the cold tiles, tilting my head back slightly, and then, I allowed a single tear to roll down my cheek.

Why did fate write such a weak story for me…

I still thought so back then. I thought this was how my life would be for the rest of my life. How wrong was I? Very wrong. Fate was writing an even worse scenario for me than the one I had imagined.

And soon everything was to begin in full, because what was happening now was a small part of the beginning