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The mask crawled over my face, constantly bunched up and threatening to block my view. I had to constantly adjust it, but the fragile female figure did so with a gleeful laugh, regularly completing the procedure.
Spreading her arms out to the sides, the girl let a couple of blonde strands spill out from under the hood, flying in the wind and creating the image of a plume.
She ran vertically down the wall at a speed that was beyond the reach of a mere human, glancing excitedly at the streets of the city spreading out to her right.
Her legs carried her forward without fear, while Gwen herself could not stop the delight and smile that kept bursting out, spouting a slightly crazy female laughter.
It was amazing. Strength, agility, ability, and an incredible thirst for action. It was so overwhelming that the adrenaline junkie had been running around the rooftops of New York City for days now, each time thinking up a new way to test her abilities.
The excuses for such madness were long gone. Now Stacy could honestly admit to herself that she just liked the feeling of lightness and freedom that the little spider that bit her finger had given her.
On that ill-fated day, she wanted to tear and tear. She was rushing from corner to corner, unable to stop the pain in her arm, that fire flowed through her veins, giving her "unforgettable" impressions.... But now.
"God, if they hadn't killed the spider, I would have kissed him!".
Ignoring the fear, encouraged by the thought, the girl did a somersault, easily standing back up on the glass of the high-rise. Not one extra movement, not a second to fear or evaluate the action! Only reflexes and desire that pushed onward.
-And now for the coolest part!Accelerating, she pushed off the edge, sending her body into free flight. Laughing childishly, Gwen spread her arms, letting the air hit her face. Somewhere down below she could hear the rumble of cars, people's voices, and other small sounds of the big city, but she couldn't hear them. Only the wind in her ears and hair that whispered of long-awaited freedom from all problems and troubles. Gone was the former modesty, gone were the fears and embarrassment.
Tearing the mask from her face, the girl pressed her knees to her chest, twirling, preventing herself from realising where the top was and where the bottom was. And then, trusting her gut, she shot a web out of her hand, pinning it to the nearest building.
Inertia, acceleration, and the strength of her own arms swept the light body a good fifty metres upwards, parabolically lifting Gwen screaming with delight.
Someone turned round in her wake, pointing fingers or trying to film on the phone. But the skittish dot was already gone, hiding among the roofs of houses, hiding her satisfied face.
-This! Simple! Fucking awesome!
Swearing, she kept running, leaving behind obstacles and her own problems.
-Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
A new leap and once again the web didn't fail, shooting into a neighbouring house, taking Stacy away from the packed streets and into the interior of the city, there, towards her ancestral home.
A veritable trail of 'breadcrumbs' was left behind the little adrenaline junkie, fluttering languidly in the wind. She shot her web at any point, pulling herself up, pushing and simply twisting in place, using her gifted abilities in a variety of ways.
Leaping through buildings like a rabid antelope, she made her way to her neighbourhood, often shooting herself upwards, enjoying the free flight and taking in the sights of her hometown.
On one of these jumps, Gwen saw something she definitely wasn't expecting in any way. Not far from her house, literally on the neighbouring street, a passerby was being robbed, which was absolutely unthinkable. After all, almost everyone within a hundred metres knew that her father - a police captain - lived here. The kind-hearted old ladies spread the news to all their friends, scaring away the small-time scum and bringing a little safety to Greenpoint in this simple way.
-Not on my watch, boys.
With a homemade mask of a T-shirt and scarf over her face, Gwen jumped down, hoping to make a dramatic appearance that would scare the robbers away. And her appearance even exceeded the girl's expectations.
Overdoing it, she shot herself too hard, so when she landed she nearly knocked down the fire escape she wanted to grab onto.
The old metal creaked and the handrail was clearly damaged by a small palm.
-Oops, I'll fix it later," the bandits and the older man ignored her words, continuing to watch in shock as the frail figure straightened the bruised metal, "that's better. Well, gentlemen alcoholics, deadbeats and gangsters. Shall we surrender or...
The heroine jumped closer to her first opponents, but they didn't even bother to answer, rushing with all their might to the lit street, leaving the dark alley.
-Hey, that was easier than I thought," Gwen reached out and threw her fist at the back of the people who had hurt her, and was about to speak to the rescued man when she noticed that he had run off after her, "Hey, I came to help! You could have at least said thank you!
-Muta-a-a-a-nt!
Shrieking and shouting from fear, the old man rushed at full speed for his age, overtaking his robbers, which surprised not only them, but also Gwen herself.
-It was a shame. Ah, but why am I surprised? Here Sean would definitely not run....
Frozen in place, Gwen scribbled her palm across her face. Cupping her cheeks, the girl fidgeted in place as her face shifted with emotions ranging from fear to shame to shock.
-How could I have forgotten about him! Forget about everything?!
Finally stopping, Stacy ran the memories through her head with shock, realising that she didn't even remember how today had gone before she'd escaped through the window.
Her superpowers had obscured her eyes and she paid no attention to anything, dismissing everyone with empty and stereotypical phrases, wishing she were back on the rooftops of New York.
-Shit, shit, shit! What about Dad?! He must have noticed something, right? Maybe even hurt or angry? I haven't even spoken to him in a week.
Grabbing her hair, she was ready to rush home right now, wake up her father and apologise.
-Well, stop! Pull yourself together," she bit her lip, gathering her thoughts, and began to formulate a plan of action, hoping not to screw up even more, "it's three o'clock in the morning! I'll get house arrest or a belt up my arse instead of an apology! Okay, fine. Tomorrow morning. Yeah, I'll definitely talk to him tomorrow morning. And Sean. Ahh.
With a fake howl, turning her head to the sky, Stacy squatted down, her head lowered below her knees as if hiding her face from the crashing realities.
-What if he's angry too? Or even... What if I don't have a boyfriend anymore? I have to talk to him right away. And my friends too. The girls will definitely pout for a long time," her mind was filled with vague images of the past days, making Gwen even sadder, "I didn't even know how Peter was after Sean...
A supernova thought exploded in her head. After all, the spider had originally ended up on Parker's face. The weird guy who'd managed to get MJ's redheaded hottie into his arms.
-We were supposed to meet her and try to play together. What happened? It slipped my mind. What if the spider bit Peter too? Or Sean? It hit him! How did they even survive that?! Shit.
Snapping out of it, Gwen quickly climbed onto the nearest house, unable to bear it until morning. Clearly, it had been quite some time already and if anything had happened, she would definitely have been told, and something like this she certainly wouldn't let slip past her ears, entranced by her new abilities... At least she hoped so. But that didn't make it any easier.
So the budding heroine took flight on the web, heading in a straight line towards her boyfriend's house.
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Sipping my pomegranate juice, I watched Pete work out, and it looked pretty funny. Standing in the centre of the room, my buddy was shooting at the target posters hanging on the walls. Little clots of spider webs flew out exactly at the target, hitting closer to the centre each time.
Half of my room had long since turned into a spider's nest, where one couldn't take a step without bumping into Peter's white discharge....
-Ew, gross.
-What are you doing?
-I'm just thinking how disgusting your ability is, -saluting the beer glass, where today I poured this sweet red wonder, under Parker's disgruntled look I got up from my seat in the "front row" and went to the kitchen, where Pete came a few seconds later, -Let's take a break. Are you hungry?
-Sure, Mummy. I'll have a trout, some steamed vegetables and a glass of--
-Take your head out of your mouth, -I pulled a defrosting piece of meat out of the fridge and threw it on the table with a bang, -Today we're having beef for dinner. Bloodless and marinated.
-Did Uncle Ben bring it?
-Of course, or did you think I was keeping you here for free?
-You're a friend. You're a fucking great friend.
-Yeah, thanks, old man, -a great knife for cutting meat moved into my free hand, playing with the blade, making a gangster face, poking Parker with the blade, -well, giving back the coins, get rich ...
-Stop it.
-Come on, man. You're not gonna get rich. I know you're hiding a bag of gold on you.
-Come on, Shawn.
-Come on, come on.
-You got it
I was able to block the web shot with my other hand, protecting the knife and both of us from a ridiculous but dangerous accident. But the other hand held the glass tightly, the contents of which flew around the kitchen, splashing us both.
-Shit, Pete! What the fuck?!
-I had nothing to do with it, you shouldn't have swung a knife like fucking Charles Manson!
-Fucking hell," I wipe my eyes from the juice and put the knife on the table, but I guess I miscalculated and it fell to the floor, hitting my leg, "bitch! I got stabbed in the leg!
-How?
Leaning over the table, the equally blind Parker hit his head. Grabbing his forehead, he groaned and fell to the ground, cursing me, my games, and the damn juice that was sticking to his eyes because of the sugar.
I, on the other hand, was hopping on one leg, the other clutching the shallow wound. My sprawling carcass demolished the entire cutting board, dropping meat, utensils, and other junk on the floor.
The room was in chaos. Parker was moaning and cursing, everything was covered in pomegranate juice, things were scattered everywhere, and I was bleeding. It was at that moment that I heard the window in my room open and then foot stomping resounded through the flat, quickly approaching us.
-Fuck, Pete! We've got company!
-What?
With his hand on the beef, Parker slid with it across the floor, banging his head against the hard furniture again, and the meat itself went on its way, right to the feet of our guest.
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Gwen hurried as fast as she could. The cobwebs crashed into buildings with such force that they sometimes ripped out brick chips or rain plums. Tiles flew out from under her feet and hands, and some panes of glass cracked as the excited girl stepped on them, rushing forward without making sense of the road.
The gut feeling from the bite grumbled unhappily at the edge of her consciousness. Something told her, deep inside, that she might be too late and something bad would happen. And Stacey trusted the feeling, sprinting full speed towards Sean's fire escape.
Ripping out a piece of the jamb, she swung the window open, looking around the cobweb-filled room in horror. Real strands dangled around, and bits and pieces of the vanishing substance she'd flown across the city dangled from the walls.
But there were some new ones among the old bundles, quite fresh. Gwen had learnt to recognise them, especially by touch, during her days of constant running.
Rubbing the cobwebs between her fingers, she heard a rumble from the kitchen, preparing for battle. Her gut was silent for now, but she wasn't going to wait. After all, Sean might be in danger, and it wasn't even clear from whom more. Unknown enemies or himself. No one could accurately predict how the spider power affected him. Maybe now she wasn't going to meet her boyfriend, but a monster with a spider face and a lot of paws!?
Tearing down shelves and kicking the door, the excited girl rushed into the kitchen, where the rumbling and muffled murmur of voices resounded again. She had never been in this house before, but the typical construction left no doubt as to where anything was.
Kicking out the last barrier with her foot, she looked around the blood-drenched kitchen in horror, then shifted her gaze to her feet, where Sean's moaning friend was writhing in pain in his head. But it wasn't that that caught her attention, it was the very real piece of flesh that flew to her feet, covered in fresh blood.
Gasping, unable to take a breath, Gwen panicked, kicking the piece of meat aside, smashing the kitchen window. With all her strength and speed, she began shooting webs at anything that moved, covering the kitchen in a white substance.
-Damn it, that hurts! You're always trouble, Parker.
The voice of someone dear to my heart came from across the table. It was as angry and disgruntled as she'd ever heard it. There was a sense of mockery and malice in it. Taking another look at poor Peter's body, still holding his head, Gwen had already made up her mind that she would stop her lover at any cost.... Stop and help, no matter the cost.
But when Sean's bloody figure rose to its full height, ducking and crouching to the ground, constantly limping and muttering incomprehensible words, the fragile remnants of discipline could not stand.
-A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a!
With both hands she shot at the creature her cute boyfriend had turned into. A dense clump of spider web, unlike any other before, struck the chest of a groaning Sean, nailing the latter to the wall and ceiling.
-O Lord... Mother of God, why?
Groaning, blurring his eyes and struggling to breathe, Sean tried to get out of the sticky web. He was speaking normally now, but mostly in mate, which was also a first for the girl. Such an abundance of rudeness and nastiness she had not heard even from her father's colleagues.
-Gwen? What the-- Gwen! It's good to see you, Princess! I've missed you so much.
The picture was full of surrealism. Her boyfriend was hanging from the wall in a ridiculous pose, waving his hand with his last strength, stretching his face in a smile.
-Hi...
-Hey, Pete! Pete! Pete! Goddamn it," Sean struggled to get his head out of the spider's web, but began to break his bonds, which surprised Stacy, who knew firsthand the durability of her own strength, "Wake up, you fucking kebab. Say hello to my girlfriend.
The last words made Gwen's heart lighten. Feeling the lightness of Sean's carefree attitude, she began to look around the kitchen again, and most importantly, to smell the aromas in the air. Blood wasn't even an issue here, as the powerful, bright scent of berries and fruit wafted into her nose.
-A... I'm alive, thanks for asking, asshole," Peter struggled to his feet, wobbling and sporting a fresh bump on his forehead, "Hey, Gwen. How's it going? You haven't been around, have you?
The question threw her off balance.
-Um... Just a few things came up. Are you sure you're okay?
-Yeah, yeah, don't worry. -Yeah, yeah, don't worry.
-Hey, lovebirds, am I disturbing you? Can somebody get me out of here? They'll shoot their shit and then I'll have to clean it up. What the hell is this? Where's our beef? I distinctly remember you rolling it around on the floor.
Pete, with the face of a skilled poker player, ignored most of his friend's rant. His question, spoken in a lean, tired voice, made the young heroine embarrassed and blushed to the tips of her ears.
-Gwen, have you seen a piece of meat around here? A big one.
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