A Beautiful Thing (Spideychelle) UNDER EDITING

Letters

A/N: This chapter is heavy and when I say the abductor, I mean the main villain of this story. Mild suicide trigger here but can I just say if any of you lovely people are in this horrid situation or you feel like this might happen to you there are many numbers that you can call. Don't try to handle it yourself. CALL THE POLICE. Help is always available xx

Michelle POV

*ring ring*

I immediately picked up the phone, not even glancing at the caller name, knowing that it could only be one person at this time of night. Ned.

"Hey," I say quickly, trying not to waste too much breath on small talk

"I have good news and bad news," Ned tells me instantly

"And which order is going to be best for my mental state, I gulp, my eyes darting around the grimy bathroom.

"The good news is that we have a possible address for Peter"

"That's amazing" I exclaim in a low whisper, remembering that there were other children just outside who could kick me out at any given moment.

"But.." Ned trails off disappointed "His name is Micheal Hosphere and he is responsible for the creation of.."

"What Ned?" I ask cautiously

"Basically the KKK but if the KKK were out to get superheroes, they have a history of kidnapping and attempting to torture enhanced individuals exactly like.."

And just like that, the world came crashing in on me. Everything was gone and nothing mattered. There was no other explanation this had to be the only one. This could be the only one.

"Don't say it" I whisper as my eyes overflow with streaking tears. I want to scream but no sound comes out. Life couldn't get any worse than this. No, it just couldn't. Her heart was being ripped apart by some monster. Soon there would be none left.

"We have to tell Stark or the police" he quivers.

"No, are you insane?" I yell

"What?"Ned says quite confused

"They've got Peter for a reason. You know it - I know it. If this is true they don't just want a neighbourhood Spiderman, do they?" I answer

"They'll want Ironman as well" he replies now understanding my point. "We can't risk the safety of the world, plus he's probably expecting it"

"Yeah" I mutter disheartened

"MJ I gotta go, stay safe ok, don't, please don't do anything to hurt yourself. I can't deal with that right now, seriously. We'll get him back" he breathes. I could almost feel his warmth. He wasn't smiling though. He ends the call and I can almost see tears rolling in sync with mine.

I sit there. Unable to process everything. I did not sleep a wink, how could I? It was like a monster was on the inside gnawing at my insides. I couldn't stop the flood of tears I just let it happen, hugging my knees to my chest, rocking backwards and forwards rhythmically as if trying to lull myself to sleep like a mother would a crying child... I was fucking destroyed.

There was torrential rain hammering on the roof outside, my eyes were stinging but I sat there thinking of nothing but him. The world could crash and burn and I'd still be here, weeping until daybreak. I had begun to punch the ground in anger.

At six am I heard everyone start to move but all I could see is images in my head of Peter being helplessly pulled apart. It hurt worse than ever. The mistress called for me until she was finding the spare key to break in. I see the lock start to turn when I start to curl my middle fingers and jam it with a perfectly shot web. She eventually gave up with a huff - I wasn't going to school.

Instead, I sat there wondering what I could do, I was longing for some contact from him. That's when it came to me. There was a folded worksheet in the back pocket of my jeans and a pen stood in my shirt pocket.

I wrote him a letter. He probably wouldn't get it but I was willing to try, it was a foolish idea in the interest of safety but I needed something to stop myself ripping my every curl out of my head. I wrote until my fingers were sore.

At about 4, I heard the doorbell ring. The mistress answered and a girl about my age asked who it was: it was Ned. She was about to slam the door in his face before I ran out. Her bemused face was a picture but I didn't focus that, instead I ran out and flung my arms around him. Nesting my head in his shirt, I noticed his heavy breathing.

He had been crying too... again.

I had never seen Ned cry. He was the comic relief of our friendship group. And if Ned wasn't smiling was all hope lost? It definitely felt that way

Abductor POV

The boy had been here a total of 7 days now and I was ready to start the process once and for all. I was sipping red wine, checking over my plans for this free when I heard the post box being opened when I heard the post box being opened. I rarely got post but I had to appear like a normal middleaged man in amongst all these scums.

It was only one letter and I opened it not knowing what pleasure would be inside. It read:

Peter,

I don't know what I expect out of this but I need to feel like I'm doing something. I don't know what to say other than I need you. Ned and I need you so bad right now. I wanna hug you more than you know.

I can't fight the dark thoughts much longer. I hate you so much, you can't just leave us like this. This is not what friends do. I feel so lost without you. Your aunt is too. Keep fighting, please... for god sakes Peter fight it for me.

Dark thoughts crept into my head and I can't help but think they are right. It is all my fault, everything is my fault. I'm so sorry Peter, I really am. I need you more than ever. I don't need Spiderman, I need you. Only you.

The truth: it has always been you on my mind, I assumed you wouldn't feel the same so I didn't say anything. I'm sorry Peter. I have done some wrong things. You deserve better than me, you do. I can't explain how much this hurts. If I had just said it earlier then maybe things would be different

Everyone knows now; even May. I'm sorry again - it was the only way. I wanna rip this guy to shreds, I wanna. I wanna be the one to pull the trigger when you get out. You will get out, in one piece and it will all be perfect. Just keep fighting, please. I'm not sleeping all I can think about is you Pepper phoned to call that Tony is drinking again... heavily. He cares for you and you know it.

I feel like if anything happens to you and I couldn't get you out then I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I'm almost going insane. I don't want to scare you but seriously Peter you were all I had in this crappy life. You gave me a second chance and I vow to do the same just hold on a little longer and everything will be alright.

Yeah, everything will be alright. If there's any way of writing back to me you better do it before I go insane 'cause it's been nearly a week and I'm almost at that stage.

I love you more than anything. That will never change

MJ