Not All Blood Stains Red

chapter eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Michelle

"Isn't coming to see my favourite little sister enough for you?" He growled from his slouched position on her chair.

"Well, considering the last time I saw you was three months ago," she replied keeping her stance tall and ready for anything. "Oh, and I believe you tried to kill me."

He laughed at this, a laugh which sent a wave of shivers down Michelle's back, a laugh which was around every corner of Michelle's nightmare, a laugh which Michelle dreaded more than death itself. "I didn't try to kill you," he said his voice coated with a matter-of-fact tone making it seem like Michelle had told him they live on the moon. "I wouldn't have killed you, see I still have a need for you."

"And what's that Jonathan?"

"Michelle, come on," the man gave an artificial groan like a child being told to go to bed. "Can't we talk a bit? You know catch up?"

"What do you want?"

"But you've gotten up to so much since we last talked! You're going to a new school, a nice, smart school too. Oh and you've made a new friend, Peter Parker was it? He seems nice, if I'm honest, a little too much of a scrawny nerd for you though."

The name of Peter tensed up Michelles whole body, she knew she shouldn't have gotten close to him and now she cares about him, now she enjoys his company, now she'd even say she loved him. But, because of this, she's put him in danger, this thought grew a huge pit in the girl's stomach. They knew, of course, they knew. Michelle could never escape them, they always kept tabs on her, Jonathan and co.

"Again, what do you want," Michelle repeated, hands shaking with a mixture of fear and anger as she hid them behind her back.

"I want you to bring me Spider-Man." Her brother demanded.

Michelle fought back a laugh which would have been filled with both fear and humour at his command did he expect her to magic him out of thin air, "how?"

"Well sister, something tells me you know who this hero is, or are close to knowing."

"Well, I don't."

"But you will." Her brother told her as he rose from his seat and made his way towards her.

Her fists were clenched at her sides, she truly didn't know who Spider-Man was, she'd only found his web-shooters that night and all she had on who was behind the mask was a hunch and now she hoped it was nothing more. "Jonathan, I don't know who he is."

Her body followed him as he walked across the room and knelt beside her backpack she had chucked on the ground from the night out. "Tell me about this," he said as he tossed the web-shooters to her.

"I found them."

"Anything else?"

"I found them tonight and thats all I know about them."

"Bring Spider-Man to me," he spat eyes glaring into her like a hawk.

"I don't know how Spider-Man is." She spat back at her brother.

Seconds later, his hands were enclosed around her throat, "I don't have time for your nonsense Michelle." He told her, face inches from hers, his hands tightened as Michelle fought for air. "Bring me Spider-Man," he demanded for the third time, loosening his grip.

Out of breath, Michelle replied, "I dont know who Spider-Man is!"

Jonathon rolled his eyes to this and with a loud thud he banged his fist into the wall which Michelle was pressed against. "I dont care!" He yelled in her face, eyes filled with a poison Michelle had seen too many times. "Find him!"

The girl maintained the deadly stare her brother was giving her, trying to steady her breathing, "I. dont. know. Who. Spiderman. Is."

He laughed, a breathy laugh with no humour in it, only anger and annoyance. "I dont want to hurt you, Michelle," he told her as he lifted her head with his pointer finger on her chin. "But I will," and at that, he let go of her chin and slapped his palm against her cheek, "you have until Friday. Or I think you know whatll happen."

And then he left, left Michelle with that final threat, the sting in her check and glistening eyes as she fought back tears. She knew what would happen, she knew she'd messed up and this time she couldn't just run. This time she had a vulnerability, a soft spot which her brother had pounced on.

Running from or obeying her brother could both possibly lead to Peter Parker getting hurt. Above anything she hoped that Spider-Man wasn't who she thought he was, she hoped that this boy she'd fallen in love with had another secret which was as un-Spider-Man as possible. Dear God, she hoped Peter Parker wasn't Spider-Man.

This thought brought a wave of sadness and panic to Michelle, making her curl up into a ball next the wall. She knew there was no time for her to cry, to cry in fear, in self-pity, to cry in the deep over-whelming feeling that there was no happy ending to this story, but she didn't know what else to do.

What if Peter was Spider-Man? This question sent a wave of fresh tears to her eyes and a fresh was of sobs to Michelle. She knew she was stronger than this, she thought she was at least but there was nothing Michelle felt she could do except sob on the ground her now. It was pathetic, but Michelle didnt care.

Notes:
Sorry I haven't updated in a realllly long time, it's week 2 of term 4 for me and I have already have like 4 assignments... so that's great.
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!!

Also thank you so much for 1k reads!!! That's crazy!!!

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