A Broken Web 3

Chapter 7 - Gwen's POV

I come home, tried from work. Note to self - don't wear heels to work again. I kick off the painful shoes and put some random shopping on the counter. Peter stayed home with Emma today. It's pretty good that way. Since we work in the same area, we basically just do the same, so that means I and Peter can take turn about with looking after Emma. It works out pretty well. "Peter?!" I shout through the apartment, realising my husband nor my daughter is here. "Is that you Gwen?" I hear Peter's rich voice say. "No. It's Marie-Jean Watford here to kidnap you." I tease. I hear him laugh slightly. "Shut up!"

Sorry for the confusion guys - I need to do this! I know the chapter says 'Gwen's POV' but I'm gonna have to change it for this little bit.

~Peter's POV~

"Gwen?" I shout. No answer. "Gwen? Are you there?" Nothing. I hear something bang against a wall. I run through to the front room. I can feel the horror growing in my eyes at what I see. The murderer, from last night, Gwen pinned up against the wall, strangled, a gun to her head.

For a moment, I do nothing. More like I can't do anything. It's like my eyes are glued to Gwen, her face growing redder and redder every moment I waste. Snapping myself out of fear, I creep behind the murderer, and give him a hard punch to the head, which knocks him out. Gwen falls into my arms, gasping for breath. I lift her up bridal-style, and lay her gently on the couch, getting a quick glance at the murderer. Gwen clings onto me, still gasping for breath. When she gets enough oxygen into her body, she takes my hand gently. Tears start to roll down her cheeks. I welcome her into my arms. She kisses my shoulder softly, the memory of what she's just been through haunting her. I don't want to let go of her. She manages to wriggle out of my arms, only to kiss me. She breaks away, our faces still touching, and says "Thanks." before kissing me again. I can feel her heart racing rapidly, the horror of what she's just been through blinding her like broad daylight.

He must have followed me home. That must have been what I heard last night. It's the only explanation. Gwen stands up, and walks towards the murderer. I run in front of her, and kick him. He flinches sharply. I push Gwen back, but he doesn't move again. I hear him grunt, before he faints again. "Gwen?" I ask. "Do me a favour and go and open that window?" She doesn't hesitate. She tiptoes/runs over to the window, before opening it quietly. I bend down towards the murderer, a smell of cigarets and alcohol filling me. I slowly slide my hands under him, and lift him up. I struggle, but I manage to lift him over to the window. I sit him on the ledge, before whispering "Take his jacket off." Gwen hesitates, but pulls the jacket off carefully. I then throw a web to the farthest away building possible, and attach the other end to the murderer. I push him off, sending him flying into the other building.

~Back to Gwen's POV~

Peter dips his hands into the pockets of the murderer's jacket. He pulls out a 60 pack of cigarets, a few guns, a knife, and a few pieces of paper. While Peter inspects the weapons, my attention is drawn to the paper. I stare at it, in awe of what's written.

Peter Benjamin Parker - 24

Gwendolyn Maxine Parker. (nee Stacy) - 23

Emma Mary Parker - 1/2

24, Maybe apartments, Dorrean Street, London.

All to kill.