Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

Every Spider takes one last breath

I’ve grown familiar with villains that live in my bed

Today, the world is silent. Grieving. Mourning. It seemed that after Thanos, bearer of Death made his mark in history, a well intentioned, singular snap of demise, all worlds were brought to a surrealing quiet.  

The momentary silence was immediately cut through with panicked wails, screaming sirens, beeping noises technology running (crashing) despite the manual users who turned to nothing more than dust and blood. Then, outsparked the chaos that seemed to never end. 

Far too innocent children watch bewildered because they just saw Mom over there, but where did she go? Parents watch as their heart pauses as their children melt away from existence, as if they were nothing to begin with. Bystanders watch in horror as bodies get consumed to nothing but a handful of dust, poised with the contemplation if they too are waiting to join them in the graveyard.

All one can do is hope for the sake of God, that you don’t disappear. 

There is no explanation. No news, no broadcast offering hope, courage, and sympathy. The Avengers aren’t mentioned once. Except that Earth’s greatest protector and the neighborhood friendly Spiderman vanquished in an alien ship, drifting off to somewhere beneath the stars. 

All the people of the realms can assume, was that they too were taken in one of the worst phoenemons in the entire history of existence. Or died trying.

The world is cruel, yes. 

But life, is an arena, and we are the slayers. 

They beg me to write them so they’ll never die when I’m dead. 

Whoever’s left standing can’t help the sorrow on their faces. 

Then comes the time for funeral, because half the population has been reduced to nothingness. It goes to the point where the funeral business is what keeps the economy thriving, and soon there are no more gravestones left to furnish, but thousands of names who deserved to be remembered amongst the smoldering rubble. Names like Scott Lang and Peter Parker find themselves on large mosaic gravestones, names the only things they have left to hold to, if only they knew that. 

Everyone weeps and weeps because that’s all they can do, it’s the only thing they can bring themselves to. There’s no beacon of hope, no friendly neighborhood Spiderman to stop the lowlife crimes that keep the people of New York safer, no Antman to protect the rowdy city of San Francisco, with it’s problems ranging from big to small. There’s no Captain America to speak words of patriotism to unite people against a great enemy. There’s only death. Death becomes a hatred enemy by the people as they do their best to compensate for the things they’ve lost. 

It gets worse before it gets better. Crime becomes an all-time high, to the point where no one leaves their homes in the fear that their Grim Reaper is right out the door. Because if they join the ones they’ve lost, then what was the whole point in surviving. All they have is nothing, and what are the chances that anyone will even find their dead, sorrowed body?

Little by little, the worlds come back to life. Because after five grueling, heart-stabbing years and two unfair sacrifices, the worlds find themselves aligning to peace. But at what cost? Everything. 

Colors and sounds begin to fill the once dreary landscape, as if two of the universe’s most beautiful souls breathed the planet back to life. Threats called on the new legion of Avengers, for better or for worse. 

The world is shown no mercy, for we have slain everything out of existence.  

The whole world comes to a dizzying stop when a grey and ashen Spiderman is pronounced dead after attempting to slay the conqueror of worlds, Mysterio. It’s not possible. Spiderman. New York’s greatest protector, dead? Simply out of the question. 

This was the witty hero who constantly made quips and actually showed compassion and care to the people he stayed up all night for. And he was gone, leaving a vulnerable state deeper in vulnerability? 

And then the world becomes dark and dreary all over again. 

The Avengers hold a beautiful funeral ceremony for all of New York to attend and say a final goodbye to their hero, their protector. The world is in a realm of shock and utter disbelief with looming horrors of what would happen next. Who would protect them the way Spiderman did?

Then it was revealed that Spiderman was a sixteen year old, named Peter Parker. And the whole world falls silent and angry. A child dedicated his life to things that most adults wouldn’t even do, and gets death as a thank you? Death becomes the hatred enemy all over again. 

The very next day, there are five shootings, each precisely at the ungodly hour of midnight, and there was no spandex-webbing teenager to save the day. More lives are taken. Death all over again. It seems that life is composed of only one thing: death, and to return to the ashes that they were once composed of. It’s sickening. 

The shot of a bullet ripping through skin and bone creates no rippling effect, as the city’s inhabitants have grown used to the sound. The sound of death, is no more different than the amount of death they’ve had to experience. 

It’s no different when the police find a drunken dead body of May Parker, hung from a rope with a bottle of vodka loosely attached in her hands. Or the dead body of Ned Leeds, whom authorities speculate between a sucidie, or a homicide. Death continues to collect too many souls, and then the retaliation comes. The people say it’s what Peter would’ve done. 

Other teenagers take on the mantle, and every night a herd of Spiderman flock through the city streets, doing their best to live up to the honorous name. But it’s not enough. Eventually the herd reduces through the cocked spring of metal. 

“Mister Stark? Is it really you?”

“Yeah kiddo, it’s really me. You did real well kiddo.”

A/N: hey ma dudess. Merry late crisis, happy hannukah, merry Kwanzaa,  and happy New Year  to those who celebrate it. So, um, my votes have been going really down, you think you guys could help me out with that? Pretty please ?