Gunpowder and Satin ; BW

1.4

"I got a call today that you put two kids in the hospital." My mother said as soon as I stepped foot through the door.

"I was just defending myself." I grumbled, locking the door.

"But did you have to put them in the hospital?" My mother huffed, "Hank told me what you did to him too, and I'm disappointed. I know you don't like Hank but there's no reason you need to get physical with him."

"Oh, so I can't defend myself against him, but you'll let him put his hands on me?" I laughed bitterly, "You're crazy if you think I'm going to let him do that to me. Or you!"

My mother opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off.

"Why do you let him do that to you?! You let him grope you and make you feel small. If dad were here-"

"Goddamnit y/n, Hank treats me just fine!" My mother yelled, "You're father wasn't so gentlemanly either, I'll never understand why you think the world of him. You were three when he left and all he and I ever did was argue."

"Maybe I think so highly of him because I haven't seen him blatantly disrespect a woman." I snapped, grabbing a bottled water from the fridge.

"Your father isn't who he claims to be. He has secrets of his own."

"Don't we all?" I sighed heading down the hall towards my room.

"Come back here, y/n! We still have to talk!" My mother yelled for me to come back but I wasn't in the mood. I entered my room and pushed the dresser in front of the door. The sun streamed in through my window as I grabbed the joint from inside my nightstand, along with the bic lighter.

The ash fell down near my sneakers from the joint I was smoking, my feet dangling over the edge of the rooftop of my apartment. I blew the smoke out from my lungs, watching it come out in a thick white cloud.

I tossed the rest of it over the edge, feeling the high I was trying to chase not even worth it. My brain wouldn't shut down, being bombarded by all of these thoughts.

I had fast reflexes and I noticed in gym class my stamina had improved, and I had a better body than before the bite, something I still liked to hide behind baggy clothes. Obviously my strength had improved too, seeing how I broke a few peoples bones.

I stood up on the edge, peering down onto the city streets, the citizens looking like ants. My heart was pounding in my chest, the weed I smoked not making the paranoia of me falling any easier. I had a major fear of death. I didn't want to become just a memory or a dead name on someone's tongue when they spoke of me.

But if I could stick to walls, maybe if I fell over I would have a greater chance of not actually splattering against the sidewalk.

With a sharp intake of breath, I lifted myself on the edge in a handstand position. I was baffled, pushing myself to hold my body up with only my pinkies.

I jumped back onto the roof, gripping the edge and laughing breathlessly to myself. Could I shoot webs was the question? Was my DNA that much like a spider where I could?

I guess the only way to know was to try it out for myself. After various positions, I came to the conclusion the webs didn't come out of my ass (thank god) and came out of my wrists.

I shot a web at the billboard across the street, tugging on the web some to see it was really strong. I stepped over the edge, peering down again and gulping.

With a small exhale, I leapt off the roof. My body swung towards the building in front of me. My eyes widened the closer I got to the brick. I looked to my right, shooting a web at the edge of the building next to it, my body twisting mid air and swinging right.