Make me feel

Pain

Uncle bens death was the worse thing to ever happen to peter and aunt may; they were still in shock even a day after the police told them what happened.
It was the most absolute worse pain in the world.
Peter fell into a depression and didn't come out of his room after the funeral. He stayed in there for a week, not even bothering to leave to eat or use the bathroom. Aunt may would put food by his door and he always took it but only ate a little bit of it.
When it came to two weeks aunt may called for Harry to get peter into the world again.

Once that worked he went back to school, Harry helped with his homework and everything.
Soon he was feeling better and being happy again.
"Hey peter, how are you feeling today?"
"I'm good, but my lip keeps hurting for some reason."
"Weird, it's all red too. You biting it?" Harry studied his face.
"No, ahh." He touched his lip with the pad of his middle finger and felt a cut.
"Woah, it's cut and bleeding." He got worried.
"I need a nurse."

"And you say it just appeared there all of a sudden?" Asked the nurse.
"Yes, Harry saw it happen."
"Mr. Parker, I think your soulmate is the cause for this."
"My soulmate?"
"You are aware that everyone has a soulmate correct?"
"Uh yeah."
"And that they can feel each other's pain."
"So they are biting their lip?"
"Or got punched." Said harry.
"Possibly, I can't really say. But please be mindful of it. Use some ice they might feel it too."
"Thanks."

As they walk back to class peters knee gave out.
"Son of a- nutcracker."
"What's wrong?"
"My knee hurts, they must have bumped it into something."
Every 20 minutes or so peter would get some kind of ache in his body and was starting to get annoyed. How could someone get hurt so much? Were they in trouble? What could peter do?
"Hey peter, uh why are you pulling your hair?"
"My soulmate is being a pain in my butt so I'm doing it right back."
"How is that going to solve anything?"
"I don't know but it seems to be working."

Eventually the annoying pain went away, and peter was able to relax.

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Wade was sitting on the top of a building in the bad part of Brooklyn, just relaxing until his phone rang.
"Bad mouth merc, what's up?"
"Are you the guy who, keeps people quiet?" The voice was whispered and childish.
"Well that's one way to put it. Basically if you have a problem with someone I'll become your body guard until they leave you alone for good, as long as you have the cash. I don't do it for free." He answers.
"There's this guy at my school who won't stop bullying me. And the teachers won't do anything."
"What about your parents?"
"They've tried to talk with the principal but, he believes the boy over me."
"Hmm, Okay. You got 50 buck?"
"Yeah."
"Can you meet me at the pizza place on 7th?"
"Of course."
"Okay, see you there."

Wade had gotten a pizza while he waited, he lifted his plastic clown mask and took a bite then placed it back over his mouth.
"Excuse me?" He turned to see a blonde girl no more than 15 years old.
"Are you my appointment?" He tilts his head to the side.
"Um, yes." She was hesitant with her answer.
"I'm the merc. Let's go somewhere more private."
She was scared but followed him.
"Got the money?" He asked once they were in an ally.
"Yeah." She handed him the crisp bill.
"What's his name and where can I find him?"
"Thomas Smith, he goes to Jefferson high school on king street. He walks to school every day." She pulls out her phone and scrolls through it then shows a picture.
"That's the kid?"
She nods her head.
"Looks like a shit stick with vomit on top."
She holds back a laugh before clearing her throat. "Please make him leave me alone."
"It will be another 50 when I'm done."
"Okay, I just can't take it anymore, I'm scared he might actually physically hurt me one day."
"Don't worry, I'll hurt him first."

Wade sat across the street from the school on some random persons porch. Waiting for Thomas to show up. He saw the girl, he never got her name; but she was walking up the street by herself. Just behind her he could see the fuck stick coming up with some friends.
He runs past her and pushes into her shoulder almost knocking her down.
"Watch where you're going nerd."
Wade quickly got into action running across the street and slowed down as he got closer to the little snotty chest.

His friends didn't notice wade behind him as they circled around the girl and called her names.
"Excuse me." Wade spoke. The clown mask muffled his voice a bit.
Thomas jumped around quickly, "woah look at this freak."
"You know, saying mean things won't make you look any nicer."
"Shut up clown bitch."
"Oh trust me, you don't want to get me mad." Wades voice became more menacing.
"Dude, we better get going school is gonna start soon." His little friend said.
"Yeah listen to him, he's wearing his brown pants."
The girl managed to get away while they talked.
"Damnit she got away. Stupid clown." He swings but wade evades it and follows with a punch to his gut.
"You need to learn some manners." He punches him again. "And not pick on girls." He throws a trash can at the other two. "Didn't your mothers teach you better?" He finished by picking him up and throwing him at his friends.
"Don't let me hear about you picking on her or anyone else again, got it. You little barf sticks." He ran down the street as fast as he could before the schools security guard got to him.

Back at his apartment he cleaned his fist, there was a little blood on them; mostly the kids but his skin was bruised.
"Sorry." He sighed. He realized his soulmate was probably feeling the pain in their hands too.
"I wonder when I'm going to meet them."