A Different Type of Game

Well That's Just Great

"Who's this Parker you speak of?" Well crap. Now the evil bad guys know who Peter is...

"Oh come on now Mr. Parker. You really didn't think you could attack us with the abilities you process without revealing your identity. Who else would have such skills other than the one and only Spider-Man?" For some reason Peter didn't think about that. It was so obvious, though. He had risked his identity to save Michelle, but honestly, it was worth it.

"Well, you got me there. So what are you going to do? Blackmail me? Threaten to reveal my identity?" Peter said that as if he couldn't care less, but he really didn't know what he would do if they really did propose something like that. Then again, MR. Stark let the world know he was Iron Man... maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Besides, its not like he was making a deal with the devil. (For my fellow comic book readers, you know what I mean;) Not very smooth but I had to put it in.)

"Oh no, don't worry. I don't care who you are. I care who you know, how to figure out what makes you crack.Who's that girl you were with? Oh yes, she was quite pretty want she? I wonder, what would you do if I were to take her from you?" No. No not Michelle. 

"If you touch as much as a hair on her head it will become the biggest mistake you'll have ever made. And you can count on that." Anger was building up in him like a volcano, threatening to burst at any given moment.

"Ooo, the wittle high schooler is making threats. Please boy, I would've killed you by now if I wanted you out of the way. You see, I need you. I will admit at first I didn't plan on you crashing our little party, but it really turned out for the best. And it became so easy after we attacked you the other night." What did he mean? What was he going to do? "You are to cooperate if you love the people around you. And if you don't I can promise that i will rip your life apart piece by piece." Peter suddenly wished he stayed home. 

"Well what do you plan on doing with me?"

"That is to be revealed later. Follow me. And if you attempt to call your little friend behind the computer, this place cuts off all communication devices; phones, coms, you name it. There's no use." Peter felt scared. Not for himself, but for MJ, Ned, May. They're in danger and Peter didn't know how to save them without cooperating with the men. 

"Can I just ask you one question?" Peter was going to get something from all this. "What happened to you guys? Your faces, I mean."

"All in good time. That correlates with what you will be helping us with." How are those two things related? what are these guys up to?

"Well, what am I going to be doing? I'm not going anywhere else until I get answers, and I think that you'll find I am very stubborn. It's a common teenage trait." Peter needed to know something. But at the same time, he had this emptiness in his stomach that told him to know as little as possible, but that's not in his nature. He had to know. But, damn, he wished he didn't ask.

"You're going to help spread the toxic gas. And if you don't, your friends will all die at my hands."

Well shit.

A/N: I know, another short one. I have big plans for this, though and I hope that I'll be able to make those plans into bigger chapters. I hope you enjoyed!