Bloodstain//Peter Parker (COMPLETED)

Chapter 1

"Spider-Man's real name is- His real name- Spider-Man's real name is Peter Parker!"

Peter Parker. I know that name. I know that face.

"Peter Parker. Peter Parker." I whispered quietly to myself.

I know that name. I know I know it!

"Peter Parker. Peter Parker. Peter Par-."

Peter Parker.

"I have to go." I continued talking to myself. I don't know why I do it. It's just, self notes, I guess.

Quickly, I started packing my things.

Charles. Chloe Charles. Originally, I was a normal girl. Keyword "was". Now, I'm an assassin. I was Peter Parker's childhood best friend. Then, in middle school my parents made me go to boarding school. At least that's what they told me and what I told Peter. "Boarding school" was actually assassin school. My parents never visited me here in Volgograd, Russia. I have no idea why. But I've been since I was 11. Now I'm 15. Still. Yes, that dusting thing happened to me. But it didn't happen to my friends. They've grown apart from me. So now, I'm a loner.

I've heard of this 'Spider-Man' alot and I've been a fan of his. But for him to be my childhood best friend makes everything more complicated, I guess.

"I have to call him. I have to call him and tell him I'm coming home." I said to myself. I quickly search around my small room looking for my phone. I find it on my dresser beside my bed and I flop onto it to grab it.

I never deleted Peter's number from my phone. Why? because I always knew that I would have a way back to him. Well, I needed to have a way back to him. I just needed a sign so I could call him.

"Hopefully, he still has the same number." I press his contacts and my phone started to ring.

"Hello?"

Peter's POV

"Um hi. Is this Peter Parker."

"Yes. Who is this?"

Her voice sounds so familiar.

"Chloe. Chole Charles. God, I can't believe I found you. Why do you still have the same number?"

Chloe Charles?

"Wait wait wait. Chloe Charles? From middle school?"

"That would be correct. Now, answer my question. Why do you still have the same number?"

"Uh, my phone never really broke, since I always took good care of it. So May didn't get me a new phone."

"Interesting. Now, for the more important thing."

"Which is?"

"I'm coming home, Peter. I just have to escape this damn place first."

"Wait. You're still at boarding school?"

"Uh yeah. I guess you could call it that."

"And what do you mean by escape, Chloe?"

"I've been here since I was 11, Peter. And now I'm 15. Well I've been 15 for the past 5 years."

"Wait '15 for the past 5 years'?"

"Yeah this weird dusting thing happened. It happened everywhere. Did it happen to you?"

"I- It did, actually."

"Weird. Wonder why I didn't see you there. Wherever we were. Anyway, like I said I'm coming home. I don't know how I'm going to get to the United States from Russia but I'll figure it out. I could possibly steal money from my trainer- teacher. Steal money from my teacher. Anyway, do you still live in the same apartment?"

"No. We had to move since we blipped."

"So 'blip' is the word. Ok. Well, I'll find you once I get home. Since I'm pretty good at finding people and things."

"Y- yeah. Ok. Yeah. You guys have airplanes, right?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you just get a plane ticket then?"

Silence filled the room for a few moments.

"Chloe? You still there?

"Y- Yeah. Sorry. I was just calculating my chances for an airplane ticket. But yeah I think I could get a ticket."

"Ok. I guess I'll see you later then."

"Bye, Peter."

"Bye, Ch- Chloe."

That was weird. But she's seriously coming home. And she's 'escaping'? Wonder what that could mean.

Chloe's POV

Ok. I've talked to Peter. I've packed. Now, I just need to get some money.

"Ok. What time is it? 4:50PM. Ok. I can do this."

I walked out of my room, normally. As if nothing was going on. As I got closer and closer to my trainers room I started to be more suspicious and aware of my surroundings. 

Finally, I reached my trainers room. I put my hand on the door knob and looked around before opening it.

No one was to be seen.

I opened the door just a crack. No one was in here. Quickly I checked my surroundings one last time then dashed into my trainer's room.

Quickly, I looked everywhere. Her bathroom, under her bed. Everywhere. Then I checked her dresser. Slowly, I opened the drawer. Then I found loads of cash.

I didn't take much. I only took enough to make it seem like I didn't take a lot.

Quickly I shoved the money into my pocket then I closed the drawer and I stood up.

"What do you think you're doing?