Peter felt his heart hit his ribs. Like a rabid animal in a cage. His breathing was heavy and his bones were faulty. "You don't know what you are talking about son!" Peter blared from his lips. His brows furrowed and his knees buckled at the slightest. The tension was deep, and burrowing into their relationship. The father son thing, was in ruins and the two men in the room were seconds away from tears.
John simply did not understand, why someone would just give up that much power. Like it was a disease. Something that could change the world for better was treated like it was a demon, devouring souls, and ruining lives. It was not like he asked for what he can do. No one asked him if he wanted them, but he does have them. It burns him to know that even if he did have the power to help something that was believed to be unrepairable, nobody wanted him to do that. To be the good surrounded by evil.
"I know exactly what I am talking about Peter! I really don't have a choice, I am born with something great and natural, and amazing and you want me to hide. I am not like you Peter! I cant just hide in a closet like you did, OKAY!"
"You are going too far--" Peter tried.
"NO, You can hide who you are but I cant. I cant control it. And I sure as hell don't want to. I am an orphan who never knew his parents. A mutant, and sexually frustrated all the damn time. I am always, sad and pathetic, and the one time I think I have something to offer. Nobody, wants it. At this point--"
John looked to the door to find, Mary Jane and Ned with the same expression as his heart. Broken and scared.
"I know I don't belong here. It is just a matter of time, before I remove myself. Go and be where. I can be me. I know I am young and dumb, but at least I can come to terms with--"
Everyone knew exactly what john was going to say. Everyone knew what Peter had not done, and how it haunted him everyday. They all knew that it killed him.
"Don't dare!" Mary Jane and Ned interrupted.
John had that teen angst. It was running everything in him at the moment, and his mental health was plummeting. He saw what he was doing to his family, and hated himself more than Peter.
John lost a tear, his face began to run like a faucet. "I hate it here. I want to go home." He said. His words, wobbly. He regretted his words. He did not have a home, at this point. Home is where the heart is and he just broke everyone's.
He pushed passed everyone to engulf himself with darkness. Without trying or thinking of it. He was devoured by a cloud of grey smoke and disappeared into the lot.
No matter how you look at it, John was not running away. He knew all the years he was in Queens, he did not belong there. He was just simply, running. He did not know where he may end up. He just wanted to save someone, anyone from himself. He was at fault here. He was the monster, he doomed everyone he came near. His parents, Peter, Ned, Tyrone, Tandy, Clayton. He was a curse. Unable to be loved. He was an embodiment of passionate grief and sorrow. Everyone he touched would with due a life of lament.
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Clayton*
Clayton approached the steps of his family home, trembling in the rain. His hands were shaking as he reached the final step of the porch. He could here his parents arguing and his siblings attempting to lighten the mood. They all hated him, he was the failure. The oddball, the troublemaker. He was surprised they even let him keep their last name. He knocked on the door with regret, the first few knocks were completely ignored. The screaming never stopped. The rain pattered against his shoulders, weighing them heavy. He was hoping they would not answer.
Even if I am just another disappointment. At least I am a failure that cared.
As Clayton turned to reach the sidewalk the door opened and their stood his father. He had a cold stare, his eyes were tired but sharp. He did not hesitate with that emotionless tone either.
"You dare, come back here! You are just like your sister selfish."
Clayton did not take the insults too personally, he was all too used to ignoring them. Hearing only what he wanted to. "It is nice to see you too Father. I came to say goodbye, and that I am sorry. You might not care either way, but I could not live with myself if I had not came here in person."
The silence was crippling. His father was scowling down at him like he was bacteria. "Is that all!"
"Tell mom I love her. Tell the twins I miss the-" The door slams releasing the cold rain from the wood onto Claytons face. From now on he is not Clayton Cole. He is just Clayton. Clay. Only now his heart is much too Cold.
a.n*that was supposed to be a pun:(
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Fanfiction"I was too late then, but now I won't leave" The second book of the take it back spideypool series. This is a prequel so I guess it really isn't the second ? book but whatever I hope you like It anyways.
