TELEKINETIC │ p.p

Chapter Fifteen

Swinging from tree to tree, Peter tried his best to focus on the mission at hand, pretending Vanessa was just another nameless victim. But his mind kept wandering back to the thoughts and images of her hurt, being punished for protecting Spider-Man. How could Peter have let this happen?

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in his head. "Karen, do you still have the spider-tracker on Vanessa?"

"Yes, Peter."

"Show me the location of that tracker."

The map popped up in front of his eyes, zooming in on a secluded area of the forest he was currently trekking through. "Why is she there?"

"I have detected a rundown house with a huge crowd of people and a basement far down below... But I can't detect who or what is in there."

"Okay, so what's the plan, Karen?"

"Vanessa is the girl that has the telekinesis, correct?"

"Yes."

"The walls surrounding her tamper with her power-"

"Just tell me how to get in the house without getting destroyed," Peter spoke, agitated.

- - - - -

Peter called Tony, who was flying above him and the forest, scanning the area and scoping out potential threats. "What up, kid?"

"My spider-tracker is still on her, Karen found her and we came up with a plan to save her," Peter vaguely explained.

"Why did you put a spider-tracker on her?" Tony questioned, a little concerned.

"That night when she came home late-"

"Last night?" Tony chuckled.

"Yeah, whatever - she insisted she walked herself home, whining how she didn't need my presence because she could handle herself-"

"- but you got nervous, and being the protective friend you are, you attached a spider-tracker to her neck when you hugged her goodbye," Tony finished. Peter's stomach fell, and he gulped. "I respect you for looking out for my niece," Tony spoke happily. "I just hope you didn't use it to spy on her-"

"I didn't spy on her," Peter remarks, "I just wanted to make sure she got to your house."

"Anyway, what's the plan?"

- - - - -

Vanessa tugged at the ropes again, but finally ceased her many attempts after feeling how raw her wrists and ankles were after zero success. She huffs out a breath, and scans the area for anything of use to her, but fails at that too. She lets out a frustrated groan, trying to stomp on the ground but only resulting in a small tap.

She heard a small beeping coming from behind her, causing her to turn her head to look at what was making the noise, but it stayed behind her. There was a small electrical shock at the back of her neck, creating a sensation across her skin that she desperately needed to lightly scratch.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wondering what the hell was on her neck. Did these guys find a tiny correctional shock collar and attach it to her so they could have some fun?

The door at the top of the many stairs creaked open, a wild cackle sounding. Vanessa felt her heart burst into a full on sprint, her stomach uneasy.

"I can't tell," the voice grumbles, "if he's not coming because you're not cut up enough," Vanessa felt her heart jump, "or because he really just couldn't care less about you." Cue his infamous low, raspy chuckle. "For your sake, I'm hoping it's the first."

A sharp blade slid smoothly across her left cheek, ripping a scream out of her. The man smacked a hand across her mouth, and shushed her with a simple gesture of his finger pushed against his lips.

He removed his hand from her mouth slowly, grazing his fingers along the side of her face as he made his way to her back. She gasped as he pushed her forward, bent straight over her knees, and whipped the bottom of her tank top up to her neck, biting down on her lips hard as she felt the cool metal scrape along her skin once more.

"You should get this tattooed," the man spoke, proud of whatever design he carved into her.

"I feel like I already have," Vanessa mumbled. The man tugged her tank top back down, spinning the small knife between his fingers, conjuring up another place to bust open.

"Are you a virgin?" the man asked. Vanessa's eyes widened, a laugh vibrating the man as she did so. "I'm just trying to make conversation."

"That's one hell of a conversation starter," Vanessa groaned, feeling the blood soak into the fabric of her clothes, running like a river down to her jeans.

"Answer my question, doll face," he whispered, stepping around her now.

"Yes," she mutters, biting her lip as he laid the blade under her chin lightly, and tried his best not to cut her as he lifted her head up.

"Ever been kissed?" he questions, tilting her head gently, inspecting the unaffected bits of her face.

"No," she griped, hoping he would just leave her alone and let her bleed out.

"That's a lie," the man chuckles. "How can any man resist the urge to claim your lips?"

"It's not a lie," Vanessa sighs. "I'm an outcast, always have been."

"What about Spider-Man?" he quizzed. "Thought the boss said there was something between you two."

"Well, your boss is wrong," she retorts. "He works with my uncle, that's it."

"Ah... Mr. Tony Stark," he spoke, holding a devilish grin. "He's some guy."

"You got that right," Vanessa muttered. The man chuckled under his breath and returned upstairs. Vanessa heaved out the breath she was holding in and let out a whimper as she placed her back against the chair. This was the only pressure she'd get to keep her blood from flowing out of her like a waterfall.

Before the door shut, she was able to hear muffled voices and music, possibly a party, but now, after the man had fully disappeared, she could hear nothing. Maybe a faint footstep every now and then but that was it. She grew worried and curious.

The door to her prison opened slowly, a voice whispering an argumentative response before trailing down the stairs. They had stopped just before the light could shine on them, Vanessa squinting her eyes. She saw the blur of red and blue, the white eyes now standing out as she inspected the stranger further. "Peter?" she whispered.

With that, he leaped forward and untied her limbs, helping her out of the chair. He went for a hug but she told him now wasn't the time. She jumped onto his back, with many struggles, and clung to him as he crawled his way back up the stairs.

"Thank God you're alright," Tony's voice spoke cheerfully, Vanessa's head turning toward him. Her eyes widened, and she analyzed his suit, never seeing it in person before. "Get her home, Pete."

Vanessa's eyes surveyed the floor covered in unconscious bodies, all were wrapped up and taped to the floor with webs. Before they exited the house, she heard Peter ask Karen to send the location to the police.