Manhattan, New York
11:22 P.M.
Power.
It's really a simple word, but it's meaning is worth so much more than that.
Power rules kingdoms, brings down kings, and even controls the destruction of the world.
But to me...power means so much more--
"Help me!"
'A guy just can't monologue peace can they?' thought a shadowy figure. Jumping down from the spire of a building he pulled a somersault. As he dropped, he pressed his middle and ring finger against the palm of his hand triggering a silvery-white substance to shoot from his wrist and hit the side of building.
The figure slowed his descent with a line of the substance as he landed in an alley where two men had a woman pressed against the wall at knife-point.
"This doesn't look like any kind of date I've seen." said the figure.
Suddenly one of the pulled the woman into a headlock, pressing the knife against her throat, "Stay back pal! One step closer and I slice this pretty throat of hers wide open!"
The figure shot another line of the substance at the armed thug an slammed him into opposite wall and splattered a web of the substance against the wall, pinning the thug in his place.
"It's Spider-Man!" Cried one of the men.
The figure stepped into the light revealing himself. The best way to describe him was well...a ghetto version of the famous Web Slinger. The color scheme was different but the large spider painted on the front of his jacket. He was dressed in dark blue thermals a sleeveless scarlet hoodie which looked rather worn out. He also wore black fingerless gloves, with metal-looking wristbands on each hand.
The only reason he was mistaken for Spider-Man was due to large spider on his chest and the bulging eyes that were really goggles.
"What's the matter Web-Head? Your regular PJ's in the wash?" asked one of the men, totally unsure that this guy was the real deal or just some loser.
"Look I'm not the Spider-Man you know and love, in fact, I'm quite different." said the doppelgänger but...his voice was all wrong. From the media, Spider-Man sound like well, a man! But this guy's voice was a lot higher and cracked halfway through a sentence like a teen going through puberty.
At this, the crook smiled as he pulled a gun from his holster and aimed it at the vigilante. "Look here, a Fanboy ready to play dress up in a shitty costume. Was the web pattern too hard?" He taunted.
The Hero then fired a web at the crook's hand, sticking right to it before yanking the gun right out of his hands and pulling it into his own.
He'd hoped too soon.
The Hero examined the gun and smiled under his mask then pointed the gun back at it's owner. Suddenly the crook facing the barrel lost all confidence and bladder control.
"W-what?! B-but you're a hero! You obviously look up to the Web-Head, right?" said the crook.
"Look at you begging for mercy." The imposter's arm lowered, easing the thug's nerves slightly, "But as I said, I'm different." Suddenly he pointed the gun downward and fired two rounds into the man's knee.
The thug cried out in pain as he clutched his injured limb. The Spider-Man look-alike webbed the gun to a wall before crouching down.
"Call an ambulance!" cried the thug.
