Blood-Web

Who Am I?

A dark figure began swinging trought the rooftops of Manhattan, shooting a reddish, web-like substance and using it to perform acrobatical feats.

"I know what you might be asking yourself right now. Who am I? You sure you wanna know? The story of my life... it's not for the faint of heart, I MEAN it. If somebody said you it was a happy little tale, if somebody told you that I was just like a normal guy, not a care in the world... well, yes, but actually, no. No, this is not THAT story, it takes kind of a... different turn. However like THAT story, it starts with a girl, Margarot Jane. No, I am not that guy next to her, not to say that he survived later in this story anyway."

"HEY! STOP THE BUS! STOP THE GODDAMN BUS!"

 I tapped repeateadly on the bus window, trying to warn the driver to stop. Him, like the others, laughed at me mockingly, until a girl with redhair told him to stop.

"Hey stop the bus, I know him! He's been chasing us since Woodhaven!"

"Ok..."

The bus driver finally stopped. Much to Patto-  I mean, MY joy... or pain, anyway. I decided to enter the bus. "Sorry for being lat-" I sayed, before of course, someone extended their leg while I was going to sit.

"Late again Packwood!" That asshole told me. He was considered the "tough guy of the school. No one wanted to mess with him. Well nowaday he isn't anymore, unless people with severe brain damage can be "tough". 

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"I'm sorry to say this, Patton, but I wonder if you really are the right guy for me anymore."

"What really? No I- I love you! How could I NOT be good for you, I mean?"

"The way others treat you, it may be affecting how I am being seen."

"W-What?! What are you thinking? I mean sure I know that I am bullied almost daily, I also didn't forget that incident with the underwear last time, but I d-"

"It's not you that is the problem Patton, it's my dad, he thinks that, if I keep dating you..."

"Oh don't take that old arsehole seriously, what's the last time he did something actually GOOD for you again?"

"Ahhh... he teached me to cook food?"

"That was your mother."

"Teached me to... read?"

"You literally learned that by yoursel- L-look, what I'm trying to say is: you need to learn to NOT take him seriously, if there's anyone that's  a negative influence in your life, it's HIM. That's what I'm trying to say MJ. You need to find a way get that bastard out of your life!"

"I'm sorry Patton it's that it just... it's hard to do you know?"

I  nodded, "Actually, yeah I know better than anyone."

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"Uncle Dick, I am back!"

I opened the door that night. I remembered the old, creaky sound of that damn god-forsaken house. I still can't unhear the sounds of belt buckles being undone. Sorry, that got dark. How about a joke?

Well, you know what's read, meaty and I feed to my girlfriend? Her miscarri-

 H-Hmmm, nyway, back to the story.

"You got late, lad. Now take out the goddamn trash or I beat you to a pulp."

"Sorry, Uncle Dick."

I took out the trash, just like he did. Without feeling completely sad, however, because there would be an excursion to an Alcorps lab tomorrow and MJ would go with me... little did I notice, not only would I like it... it would change my life for the best; forever.