Once I can no longer see Spider-Man swinging past blocks and blocks of building using his webs to guide him, I rush inside and turn the TV on to the news channel.
It's carnage outside. Police and ambulance sirens wailing off in the distance, sign posts broken in half and water gushing out of random parts in the road. The female reporter has a wild look in her eyes, her hair is wind-blown but her suit and shirt have been ironed and pressed. No creases meet the eye. She describes many incidents that have occurred within the past through weeks leading up to today and tonight's current situation. I switch to every news channel and they all claim, "Our city is under invasion by a giant apocalyptic green lizard."
Over exaggeration with the lizard thing.
But hey, I'm not one to talk having been in direct contact with it and tasting the fear of dying on my tongue. My curl my hands into fits and my nails dig into the skin of my palm
I switch back to another news channel and I'm hit with how scared I am about Peter. Not for him because he is one brave guy. I am scared that something is going to happen to him. I don't know if he can take the lizard down, not on his own. With all the police sirens I also know that my dad is involved...there are too many people in danger already and adding two of my loved ones to that list has me in in anxiety/panic overdrive.
I open up a fist and the skin has turned red and not to mention clammy...I wipe my palms on my tights. Grabbing a hair band I tie my hair up, brushing strands of hair out of my face. I pace the living room and the patio, near the balcony and I fall to the ground shaking.
I turn my head toward the TV screen when the volume rises, not because of the remote but because something is happening. Spider-Man is limping across a rooftop, he's only a small dot on the screen but you know it's him due to the spotlight of a helicopter. Spider-Man retreats back to the edge of the rooftop and I'm holding my breath as he makes a run for it, which starts as a limp then turns into a full run, as he steps over the side of the building I notice cranes have lined up and he's using each of them for support until he lands atop Oscorp. Then the TV flashes back to a reporter.
I need to find him.
I rush out the house in a flurry of skirts and run towards the subway. I take it to Oscorp. When I reach Oscorp and fly up all the steps to the top. There's nothing, only shadows and roof lights flickering on and off.
Where is he?
I stalk around the edge of the building and look up at the sky. There are helicopters. Everywhere. They are looking for something, which they obviously haven't found yet. I race down towards the streets of New York when my phone rings. The caller ID reads PETER PARKER.
I let out a breath and press the green button.
"Hey! Are you alright? I was watching the news and it's chaos on the streets," I ramble on. "Are you okay? I saw you limping. Oh my god, Peter, are you okay?"
There are so many sounds travelling through the phone, sirens and voices.
"Gwen? I'm at Brooklyn Bridge." His voice is hoarse and he hangs up.
On foot, I turn around and head for Brooklyn Bridge, picking up into a steady run and ten minutes later I find Peter. He looks up when he hears me approach and his eyes glisten. Tears fill his eyes and I can't catch my breath. My feet are aching from all the running and then I see it.
A body but it's covered in shadows. I stalk forwards and come to an abrupt holt when I reach the body and all air leaves my organs. I'm not breathing because this can't be real. This cannot be happening right now. I feel the tsunami building up in my eyes, the tears gasping to be freed. I fall to my knees and feel like a giant hole has been punch through my chest and it's left a gaping wound open that I don't think will ever be mended. The tears are granted their wish as they spill down my cheeks in endless waves of pain and my body starts shaking like crazy, I can't get enough air into my lungs and I clutch his hand. I clutch my father's hand and I rest my head on his chest. I try to speak but the sound that leaves my lips is a strangled cry slash moan. And I'm convulsing with the pain. I can't take it.
