Spider-twin

The backstory

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Hi, my name is Laura Parker, A.K.A Gecko-Girl. Or at least that's what I like to think. I'm constantly in my twin brothers shadow. You may know him. The famous Spider-Man. Oh I just hate it, no one cares about me anymore. Little do they know about my little secret.

It all started when I was three years old and was sent off to a government experimentation centre. You see, my dad hated me because I was not a boy, at least my mum loved me. I had 9 siblings meaning I got no attention. Out of all of them I only liked Peter. One day my dad simply decided to get rid of me. He sent me off to a government experimentation centre. I still remember the memory of me being dragged away from my mum forever. I screamed and cried as they dragged me away from her but it was no use. She was gone.

It was torture there. I became the only person part of the "gecko" program. I was trained with boxing and wrestling had eventually I was experimented on. I started to believe I would never get out of there. Every day hurt more as more was done to me. I eventually had to fight against adults. I was a creature being made to kill. Every time I hurt someone I felt so bad and wish I had never done it. But if I didn't I got punished, badly. It came to the day when I was  five and had to kill someone. I couldn't bear the thought. It was a prisoner, but I couldn't kill, I didn't care what the person had done but they didn't deserve to be killed. I cried as I was forced. Every time I struggled or hesitated I was whipped, once, hard in the back. Every time I screamed out in pain. I had to kill this person with my own bear hands. Before I shot the final blow of my fist I whispered a stuttered "I'm sorry". After my work was done I broke down in tears. My back was bleeding really bad and the pain was definitely getting to me. The guilt was too. I was dragged back to my cell and cried myself to sleep.

The only good item I remember was when I was told I could go home. After just one final experiment. So my now six year old self had to go through one final experiment that could be life changing. The day came. Everything was a rush of masked people dragging me places. Injecting me with stuff. I wasn't ever told what was going on. I still don't know to this day. That's all I remember, until I passed out. When I woke up I was alone in a purely white room. I examined myself. I had a gold bracelet type thingy attached to my wrist and morphed with my skin. On it was a purple glowing stone. My feet and hands felt weird and I had so many injection marks, too many to count. I didn't care. I was going home.

To pick me up, Aunt May and Peter were there. Where was my mum? Where were my siblings? I didn't know. Aunt May took me and Peter to the car and explained everything to me. "Laura, this is going to be a lot go take in." Aunt May started. "First off, your parent and 8 siblings Sadler passed in a plane crash. We don't know how but Peter somehow survived, with a lot of injuries. The government won't let me take you like they let me take Peter. It's because of the place you were just in. Your being taken to a foster home. I'm so sorry Laura. I just want you to know, I love you." "I love you too Aunt May." I responded before bursting into tears, I was then settled into a big group hug.

I only noticed what this experiment. Had done to me when I was playing superheroes at the age of seven. I was still in the foster home and was playing superhero's in my room before finding out. I had superpowers. I could shoot purple power beams form my hands, I could also climb up walls. I could do flips and stuff whilst also being incredibly flexible. 

I was taken to many foster homes, I was abused in all but one of them. In the other I was beaten, treated like a maid and starved. Child services found me each time and sent me back to the foster home. The only one that was nice was the last one I ever went to. I had a nice room, plenty of toys and a loving family. The only reason I left that one is because Aunt May could finally take me in. I still want to find the person that fostered me that time. It was only 6 months but I still love him for being so nice to me and what to meet up with him again one day.