Locked Inside [Trans Peter Parker story]

chapter 5: casualty

I rode the bus on the way home, over the moon to help my aunt and uncle with the bills they were struggling with. I had yet to come up with a reason of how I had gotten so much money, as I couldn't ever tell them I was wrestling.
When I got home I opened the door, and found them on the couch watching the news.

"Hey!" I said, smiling as I walked through the door.

"Hi Pete! You're in a cheerful mood today." Ben said and looked over.

"Yeah. I got a job, and here." I handed them $200 (I couldn't possibly hand them one and a half thousand dollars off the bat).

"Oh, sweetie! You didn't have to! Seriously!" She cried, and shook her head.

"I know I didn't have to, but I really did want to. Please take it." I said, and they laughed.

"You're such a good kid Peter, thank you." Ben said and hugged me.

"Ok, I'm gonna go for a walk" I pointed to the door "to just stretch a little." My whole body was aching after the matches, so I had to stretch somehow.

"Okay. Be back before it gets dark."

I nodded, and got my headphones out of my bag. I hurried out, and began to jog while listening to Viva La Vida by Coldplay.

"I hear Jerusalem bells ringing, roman calvary choirs singing. Me, ma mirror, my sword and shield. My missionaries on a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain, once you go there was never. Never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the world." I sang softly while jogging down the street. I rounded the corner and continued around the block.

The jog was about 20 minutes, but when I rounded the corner to my house, I skidded to a stop.
Half a dozen police cars piled around the street, with caution tape around my whole house. People with cameras surrounded it, snapping photos.

"OH MY GOD!" I cried out and sprinted to my house. I went to duck under the tape, but an officer grabbed my arm. "I LIVE HERE! WHATS GOING ON?!" I cried out, my heart pounding.

"You should go inside." She said solemnly. But as I turned my head, I noticed a stretcher wheeling into an ambulance. On the stretcher was a body bag.

"NOOOO!" I screamed, collapsing to my knees, in agony. Out of the corner of my eye, May exited the door and ran to me. "NO NO NO NO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, tears streaming down my face and dripping onto the grass. My entire body was shaking so uncontrollably, and my breaths were shallow and rapid. It felt like I almost couldn't breathe.

May and I stayed there, holding each other and sobbing on the grass for a very long time, when I heard a very familiar voice.

"NO!" Mary Jane shrieked, and rushed over to us. "What happened?! Oh my God, what happened?!" She cried, and dropped on her hands and knees.

"I-it's... uncle... B-Ben!" I sputtered out between sobs.

"Oh no no no!" She hugged me, and cried as well.

"He was shot." May spoke up.

I stopped. "Shot?! So someone did this?!" I shouted, about to kill the person who did this.

"We don't know who!" May cried, and wailed into her sleeve.

Just then, I perked up my head, listening to a police's communicator.
We have a lead, headed on 70th avenue toward the old burned down house. We got him on his heels.

Gritting my teeth, and a ball of revenge forming in the pit of my stomach, I took off sprinting.

"Peter!" May called after me. I know I shouldn't have left her, but they needed to pay. I had to get them. I quickly changed into my suit, and pumped my legs, charging as fast as I possibly could, whizzing by pedestrians along the street. I hopped on the roof of a transport truck, and hung onto the roof.