Gore-A-Thon

|4|Spider-Man: Blood-Coming

It was a cold October morning and Peter Parker was rushing to get dress as he was late to school... on the first day.

He nearly tripped trying to force his sock on his foot, bumped his head on the edge of the dresser looking for his sweater, and on top of all of that, his aunt May's bugging wasn't making anything better.

"Listen, Aunt May, I'd love to talk but as of now I'm really late to school so if you'd excuse me, I gotta go," Peter blurted all at once, rushing towards the door with his backpack dangling from his pinky and his sweater hanging from the opposite arm.

His backpack was slightly open, red and blue clothing poking out of the opening.

This red and blue clothing was Peter's Spider-Man suit. He kept it at the top of his backpack just in case something had happened while he was in school and he needed to be there immediately, but he often had to hurry to stuff back in his backpack as it would slip out when he reached for folders or other school supplies in there.

He raced down the street as fast as he could, as he had already missed the bus. He would've asked Aunt May to drive him, but then he would have to hear her blabber on about absolutely nothing and he was definitely not in the mood for that.

He approached the school's campus, rushing inside. By now the halls were empty and everyone was in their classes, which made it easier for Peter to zoom down the halls to his first period class.

Finally, he reached the door to his class, storming inside, but was soon drowned in embarrassment as everyone in the class room turned their head to look at Peter, including the teacher.

Peter nervously rubs his arm when suddenly, a burning feeling sparks in his gut, causing him to take a deep breath and furrow his eyebrows. His pupils glistened in a light shade of red and his face turned a little pale.

"What are you staring at?" Peter snaps, storming to his desk and plopping down in his seat.

Everyone except for his best friend, Ned, who was sitting right beside him, turned around.

"Are you okay, bro?" Ned whispers loudly to Peter.

Peter blinks rapidly for a moment, the red tint in his pupils going away, then looks over at Ned, "Y-Yea, I'm cool."

"You sure? You've been acting strange lately," Ned says in an concerned tone.

Peter nods, looking away as if he didn't even wanna talk to Ned. He picked up his pen, gliding it across the thin lines of the paper as he copied the notes the teacher wrote on the board.

When class was over and the dismissal bell rung, Peter was the first to shoot from his seat and dart out of the classroom. Ned rushed after him, struggling to keep up.

Meanwhile, Peter speed walked down the hall, reaching his locker and swinging it open.

Ned finally caught up to him, out of breath, "Why'd you rush out of class like that?"

Peter shrugs.

"Why have you been acting so weird lately?"

Peter shrugs again, irritation lingering in his gut.

"How come you were late to class-"

Peter, who was behind the locker door and couldn't see Ned, balls his fist tightly and grits his teeth, the red tint appearing in his eyes again. He felt the burning feeling in his gut again, except this time it was stronger and it went through his entire body.

He slams the locker door shut, his tinted red eyes meeting with Ned's.

"Listen, Ned, I'm really not in the mood right now for one of your questionnaires so if you'd excuse me I have business to attend to," Peter snaps, pushing Ned with his shoulder and walking to his next class. Everyone in the hall watches in shock, as Peter had never acted like this before.