Fractured Mind

Chapter 23

Mary Jane uncomfortably shifted on the couch as she continued working on a sketch. The babies were restless and their constant movement was causing her stomach and back to hurt.

"Shh now. Get some sleep in there, you two," she chuckled, watching her belly move as they stretched. She put one of her hands on her belly and smiled as she felt them kick around.

She let out a yawn and checked the time. It was only 10:15pm, but she was too tired to wait up for Peter. She began clearing her things from the living room when she heard a metallic scratching noise near the kitchen.

She paused, an eerie feeling washing over her. She quietly made her way to the kitchen and turned on the light.

"Hello?" she timidly called out. No answer.

It was probably just some animal on the roof or something, she laughed to herself. That was when she heard the same sound, but in the living room this time, followed by what sounded like a door creaking.

"Aunt May?" she called out.

She gulped and slowly walked back towards the living room. Her heart dropped when she saw the front door wide open.

"Shit," she breathed as she fumbled to grab her phone from her pocket. As she pulled it out, the front door suddenly slammed shut.

She ignored it and quickly went to the redial button on her phone when her phone was abruptly yanked from her hands by a black web-like substance.

"Mary Jane."

She looked up at the black figure on the ceiling that uttered her name and backed up until she was against the wall.

"Wh- what do you want?" her voice shook as she cradled her stomach with her hands. The creature in front of her gave a guttural laugh.

"We want Peter Parker dead. Which is why you're coming with me," the creature shrieked and leapt towards her.

She screamed and then everything went black.

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Drip. Drip. Drip.

Mary Jane awoke to the slow dripping from the ceiling. She got to her feet and looked around. She was in a dimly lit room, it looked like an unfinished basement but much smaller. The walls were made from crumbling cinder block and the concrete on the ground looked wet and mildewed in areas.

There was one door in the room, she quickly ran up to it and pulled the door knob, knowing it was locked, but she needed to check anyways. There was a small glass window on the door and she peered through it, seeing nobody. She checked around in her pockets and was dismayed to find that her cell phone had been taken.

The nudging in her stomach caused her hands to instantly wrap around it.

"It will be okay. Shh..." she soothed, "Daddy will be here soon and we will all get out of here. Don't you two worry."

Without any actual windows in the room, she was unable to tell what time of the day it was and she had no idea how long she had been unconscious. She walked along the walls, testing for any soft spots in the cinder blocks that she could possibly push out, but to no avail.

She needed to get out of this place. She couldn't allow her children be in danger.

"Hello? Hello!?" she began yelling, "HELLO!" Maybe somebody from outside the building would hear her and alert the police.

Her heart nearly stopped when the door to the room opened.

A man with robotic arms walked through the door and shut it behind him. "Ah, so you must be Ms. Watson," he held out a hand to shake it, but she recoiled from it.