Marcus Striker was just your everyday average 17-year-old. Living life at school, getting his butt handed to him by bullies, doing what he can day after day. After the death of Spider-Man, New York has never been the same. Marcus wished he could do...
Zack was in his room, having been trying to call Marcus for the last two hours.
"Come on, man! Pick up!" Zack persists. But it just went to voice mail again. Zack just huffs and throws his phone on the bed. Suddenly it rings and Zack snatches it up and hits speaker. "Marcus, you there?"
"Uh, no Zack. It's Danielle."
Zack sighs and pinches his nose. "Sorry if I sounded desperate. I've just been really worried about him."
"Me too." Danielle admits.
Zack sits on his bed. "Danielle, sorry you had to see Marcus act that way. I mean I don't know what got into him either. I-I-I have never seen him lash out like that."
Danielle couldn't help but chuckle. "That's one way to describe it. Though I never had a problem with how he protected me and my friends from Spike."
"But that wasn't like Mark." Zack states. "I mean he's never even hurt a fly. The fact that he just beat the crap out of Spike and his buddies was just of character for him."
"Has he done anything recently that seemed different?" Danielle asks.
Zack thinks back for a moment. "No, not that I can remember. Still though, I mean me and him are like brothers. There isn't anything that he wouldn't tell me."
"We should find him together." Danielle suggests.
Zach raised an eyebrow at that statement. "Why would you want to help find him?"
"I'm worried about him, Zach! And if I'm being honest, starting to fall for him."
"Hmph, okay." Zach says. "We'll check his apartment. Maybe his Grandpa Stan could tell us something."
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Marcus heated himself up a tray of curly fries and took them out of the oven. A tremendous surge of heat shot through his fingers and he dropped the tray, scattering the fries all over the floor.
"Agh, goddangit..." Marcus sighs. Loud metal music suddenly started to boom and Marcus cried in pain, holding his head. Marcus felt himself twitch and shake violently and slammed open his door and knocked on the apartment next door.
A man with a long beard opens the door. "Yeah?"
"Hey uh, could you turn your music down please? I am have had a hell of day today and I'm trying to rest."
The man scoffs. "Whatever man."
Marcus nods before changing his facial features.
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The man's eyes widen and he laughs nervously. "Sure. No problem."
Marcus smiles. "Thank you." He heads back inside his room and lies on the couch. Marcus then hears a knock on the door.
