It had been a few days since he had first gotten the black suit, and he was almost addicted to using it, instead of just walking through Central Park every so often, he just swung through the city whenever he needed fresh air, he barely spent time with his family, he was sleeping less and less, and Mj was getting worried about him, and his daughter was wondering why daddy wasn't spending a lot of time with them anymore... Recently, Peter had been having strange... urges... like the urge to fight crime, which would usually be normal, except for it was when he was asleep, and he wasn't making any quips, and was being a bit more brutal than normal... and of coarse there was when he was wide awake, and was chasing a thief, when the thief entered an all to familiar building to Peter, he quickly followed the criminal, but once he cornered the criminal in the building, he was filled with sudden rage, and an urge to kill the criminal, who now looked like the person who had killed Uncle Ben, the one that he had accidentally killed, by scaring them to an open window, where they tripped... and then a deep growl came through Peters Throat, and then he hissed, "MURDERER, YOU KILLED HIM," "what? N..no... no I didn't kill anyone" the criminal meekly replied, being backed up towards a window, (thankfully closed) and peter then hissed again "your a monster that doesn't deserve to live... so We'll make sure you don't hurt Anyone again..." and just as Peter leaned in to bite off the mans head, he came to his senses, he looked down at his now clawed hands... "what's happening to me?" He said, thankfully in his normal voice...
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Before swinging over to a church, he had never really believed in religion, but if there was a time to go there, it was now, he needed time to think... what was happening to him?
