Book 2
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DISCLAIMER 2- In the middle of this book, I took a two year sabbatical. The story works itself out a lot better after the first handful of chapters, but you'll have to excuse any situational or time mistakes that I made. Just trust the flow of the story, and feel free to message me with any questions ♥️
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Book Two
Narrator
Your eyes shot open and immediately found the man standing across from you before anything else.
The room was damp and musty, not a single window in sight, and the lights were worse than the lights on the street.
"Good morning." He spoke kindly, despite the concerning stains on his off white coat and fingertips.
"Please let me go." You choked out, trying desperately not to cry.
"Don't worry, I'm going to help you." He smiled and took a few steps over to a table beside you.
"Don't come near me." You warned carefully as you sat up. You were laying on some sort of wrestling mat on a concrete floor.
"What?" He asked, standing in one spot.
"I don't want your help." You tried to be calm and collected, but your voice came out high and shaky.
"What?!" He yelled, staring at the ground like a child. It was evident there was a clear problem with this guy's brain. "But I wanted to test it!"
He reached in the pocket of his coat and pulled out a syringe full of an aggressively yellow liquid.
"Don't come any closer..." You warned and scoot back wildly in fear. As you rapidly moved, you unknowingly made it to a wall and ended up colliding the back of your head into the concrete.
The shock instantly made your ears ring as your eyes blurred. You looked around, whoozy and hurting, watching the man step closer innocently.
"I'm sorry, but we're gunna change the world." You barely saw the syringe before a piercing pain stabbed into the side of your neck.
You tried to cry out, the air in your lungs thin and dry.
"P...Peter!"
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Peter
Leaping from my window, I could feel my heart pounding rapidly. Ned was just as worried as I was. It was getting dark and the streets of Queens were not safe at night.
My feet didn't get a chance to hit the ground before my web shot me back over the buildings. I had no idea where she would be, not a single clue.
My eyes trailed along the pavement, looking for anything that would lead me to her. My heart was looking for a rose, hoping she left her trail like she used to.
Hours upon hours passed, I looked at every roof, every sidewalk square, and every garden I could find. No Y/n, nothing but wilted flowers. The air was freezing, and I knew if I didn't go home soon, I would end up just like them.
I disappeared over a building, the red of my suit standing out in the street lights against the dark sky, and jumped right into my window. Ned jumped up from my bed, startled by my sudden entrance, before calming down to speak.
"Did you find her?" He asked, coming closer to me. His face became one of worry as he watched me rip my mask off. Underneath, my eyes couldn't be slowed down from the heartache that spilled from them.
"Oh god, what have I done?" I let out a sob and sat on my bed, rubbing my hands over my face. Ned stayed silent, knowing I would talk about it if I needed too. I needed too. I had only ever felt this deep of loss after Uncle Ben died.
"Why didn't I just tell her? I knew from the fucking start it would end this way!" I cried. "Now she's gone, who knows where and who knows if she is okay. And it's all my fault."
"Peter," Ned started, sitting next to me. "I think this would have happened no matter when you would have told her."
He spoke common sense. It was her mom, I can imagine she would have done this no matter what.
"I guess." Was all I could state before sniffling.
"May should be home soon, I let her know what was happening, in little detail, and she was going to come home a little early. My mom wants me home soon, so I have to go." He spoke sadly, not wanting to leave me.
"Alright Ned, thank you for being here." I spoke, looking up at him as he stood.
He gave me a sympathetic smile before patting me on the shoulder.
"I'll keep an eye and ear out for her. See ya later."
I stayed put on the bed until I heard the front door close, making sure he was gone.
"FUCK!" I screamed, jumping from my bed and throwing my fist into the closest thing. Pain shot through my wrist as my closed hand collided with the mirror on my wall. "Fuck..." I whispered, looking down at my bleeding knuckles.
"Peter?" I heard May's voice call through the apartment.
"Uh, hold on!" I yelled, looking around on the ground for clothes. Quicker than ever before, I yanked my suit off and threw on some sweatpants. The suit was discarded into my closet, a second before she walked in.
"What are yo- oh my god! Peter!" She over exaggerated. She came to my side and sat me down in the chair. "Hold on." She stated. Another tear fell from my eye as she exited the room, coming back with gauze and peroxide.
"May, no." I groaned, knowing how bad it was going to hurt.
"Be quiet." She stated, immediately dumping the agonizing cleaning liquid over my bloodied hands.
"Ow! God!" I yelled, trying to pull my hand away from her. Tears spilled from my eyes, not at the pain but the situation.
"Enough! Enough Peter!" She yelled, genuinely upset with me. She stopped cleaning the wound and looked at me with exhausted, emotional eyes. I stopped freaking and just watched her, taking in her features.
Her eyes were tired and heavy, her face slightly wrinkled and worn. Her hands were slightly thin, with small amounts of wear and tear.
"Enough." She whispered, though neither of us were doing anything anymore. I sniffed and looked down, feeling the heavy weight of the world crash down on me. "What have you done?"
"Aunt May!" I wailed, falling into her arms and allowing myself to break. She caught me quickly and held me close, though we fell to the ground. She hugged me tight as I sobbed into her, forming words that weren't really words, and making sounds that only humans with mass heartbreak could make.
"It's okay, Pete. It's okay."
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