Catch Me // Spider-Man (BOOK 1)

Chapter 8 - The bridge

"Not hanging out with Peter tonight? Aunt Penny called out from the kitchen, me slobbed in front of the TV watching some singing show. They all seemed to blur into one these days, there are so many.

"Nope. He's doing some work with Dr Connors, going over some of his Dad's old research."

"Well at least he's keeping himself busy, I suppose."

"Yep."

Aunt Penny must have been looking for something in the kitchen whilst she was talking to me. All I could hear was cupboards opening and slamming shut, bags rustling and her letting out exasperated sighs.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, getting up out of my comfy chair and walking over to see what all the commotion was about.

"I was making some carrot cake to take to the book club tomorrow and we've gone and run out of flour."

"Are you serious? Who runs out of flour?"

"Us obviously."

10 minutes passed and she still wasn't able to locate even a teaspoons worth. The huffing and puffing got louder, the whispers of "what am I gonna take now?" got more frequent and personally if I had to listen to it much longer I'd go insane.

"Can't you borrow some from May?"

"She wouldn't have enough for the amount I need."

"Why don't I just pop to the store and get some then? It's only 10 minutes away."

"I don't want you out this late."

"It's 8 o'clock and it's not like I'm going right into the city." She was even more overprotective than usual, what with Ben's murderer still being on the loose. I literally would only be going a couple of blocks away though. Seriously, what's going to happen?

"Ok, ok fine. Have it your way. Just make sure you come straight back. Oh and take your mace." Yeah she really had given me some.

"I will."

Just being glad to get out of the house for a while I slowly made my way down the street and towards the local 7/11. I'd be lying if I said I was totally at ease with going out on my own. It was nerve wracking after what happened. In my opinion though, if you let your nerves rule your world and get the better of you then you have no life. Plus every time I went out alone I still had that feeling that someone was taking care of me, watching over me. It was weird how it didn't freak me out. If anything I felt safer than before all this happened.

Within 15 minutes of leaving the house I had already reached the store. I picked up two bags of flour, paid for them at the register and then left, knowing it wouldn't take me long to get back home.

Going back up the stereotypical city street I had walked down just a couple of minutes prior I all of a sudden felt this strange prickly feeling on the back of my neck. In that moment the entire atmosphere changed. I felt scared, nervous. I couldn't get home quick enough. It was for good reason.

Turning my head for just a second to look behind me I saw a tall heavy set man heading briskly towards me, a determined and menacing look on his age withered face. It was one of those odd times when you know what's going to happen before it actually does. I held my bag to my chest, somehow hoping that would be enough and went to break into a run. I hadn't even taken one step when I was thrown to the floor. The guy said nothing, didn't even look at me. He just ripped the bag from my grip and sprinted away.

My whole left side which took the brunt of the impact ached like crazy. I was sure gonna have some bruises the next day. On top of that my palm was just one huge graze. I used it to break my fall. Slowly struggling to get to my feet I looked on as the man got smaller in the distance, then when it hit me what actually had happened did I start to yell.