Alright everyone. The second chapter of WEB OF LIES has arrived! Read, enjoy, and post all of your thoughts.
CHAPTER 2:
WEB OF LIES- PART 2 OF 4
"Well, little piggy? You gonna squeal, or what?"
"Look, I don't know where Spider-Man is. It's not like he has a secret headquarters, or anything…" Peter told his capturer, looking straight into the gun's barrel with one eye, and the other on him.
"But yet you seem to take his pictures for the Daily Bugle. Where ever he is, you just seem to be there in the nick of time, huh?" He cocked his gun, getting ready to fire.
Peter was scared a bit now. He could easily just break from the rope that tied his hands, and survive the fall. But then he would expose himself as Spider-Man, since no man can just break through rope, and live on from a big drop.
"So what's it gonna be? You gonna tell me where I can find Spider-Man right now, or do I have to kill you?"
"Wait!" Peter interrupted. "If you kill me, how are you going to find Spider-Man, then?" He asked the capturer, trying to see if he would spare his life.
"Look kid, I don't give a damn about you or Spider-Man. I'm just doing what I was paid to do. And that's either get you to tell me where Spider-Man is, or kill you."
Peter seemed to have gone into drastic thinking. Now it came down to either get killed by this man, or risk everything, and just break loose.
What am I going to do?, Peter thought.
I can't go and die on Aunt May. I can't let MJ die because of me. I…CAN'T…DIE!
Peter anger for not dying on his loved ones, gave him what he needed to make his decision. He was going to risk it. Peter kicked the man in the face and gut, knocking him down to the ground. Peter then pulled his hands apart, ripping the rope that held his hands together.
He landed on a stack of crates nearby. Without looking back, he escaped by going through some doors that was on the other side of the building. He ran to them, and as he was about to escape, his capturer saw him, and shot at Peter multiple rounds. Luckily for Peter, his Spider-sense warned him of the incoming danger. Peter moved through air as if time was slowing down, allowing him to miss the bullets coming at him. But one bullet had managed to graze Peter's right arm. It only grazed him enough to bleed a bit, but deep enough for it to slow him down.
With all his strength, Peter burst through the doors. Now, holding his arm, trying to hold the bleeding, burst through the doors. He was now outside in the open. It was dark outside. The stars lit the sky, and Peter needed to find a way to get to a hospital. Suddenly, Peter heard a noise, that was both a relief for him, and also not so good.
WEEEEEOOOOOOO WEEEEEOOOOOO
The cops had arrived.
"No way in hell." Peter said to himself. "No way in hell."
"Peter Parker, correct?"
"Yeah, that's me. Who are you?" Peter asked, as the paramedics were bandaging his arm.
"My name is Detective Neil Garrett. I'm here to find out what happened." He told Peter, as he sat down next to him on the ambulance van.
"Find out what exactly? And how did you guys even know to come here, anyways?" Peter asked, while he got up slowly, holding his arm.
"Your Aunt reported you missing, son." Detective Garrett told him, while giving him a confused look.
"But…the cops don't look for anyone missing unless it's been more than 24 hours…"
"Peter, how long do you think it's been since you were taken?"
"Couple of hours, I guess. Why?"
"Peter…you've been gone now for three days."
Peter was shocked at what he heard. He was at awe that he was out cold for three days straight.
"Listen, we had leads that led us here. I really can't say more than that. You know, protocol." Garrett told him, getting up and walking towards the building Peter was kept a prisoner in.
Suddenly, two cops came out with the kidnapper. They held him with his arms twisted behind his back, as the kidnapper screamed at them.
"You'll all pay! Don't think you have won! The game isn't over! Oh no! Not by long shot. He'll come back to get what he wants. Stopping me kill the Parker trash doesn't do anything to his plans! You'll—"
BLAM!
A shot was fired. Everyone laid on the ground, and all the officers had taken out their guns. As they looked around, no one was seen anywhere. But then they noticed that the kidnapper had been shot in the head.
"Everyone else OK?" Garrett asked. Everyone responded with a yes, as they got up, and dusted themselves off. Garrett looked at the dead body as he banged hard on the hood of a car. "Damn it! There goes our suspect."
"Detective Garret?" Peter called out to him.
"What?!…Sorry, what is it?"
"Look, can I just go home now? I don't want to worry my aunt anymore than she already is."
"I'm sorry Peter, but we need to bring you in for questioning, still. I can't just let you go. Our only witness just got killed! You're the only guy we have something to connect to this, so home isn't an option for you at the moment, kid."
"Please! My Aunt, she'll probably get sick if she keeps worrying about me. She's fragile as it is! Look, I'll come down tomorrow or something. Please!"
Detective Garret gave him a nod. "Fine, kid." He said sighing. "But when I call for you, you'll have no choice." He told Peter, and had another officer escort Peter to Aunt May's house.
At that very moment-
"Yes sir, he's taken care of. Shot him right dead on his forehead. Thank you sir. No sir, he and his old partner…Trapster, or whatever his name was, have parted ways. Would you like me to take him out as well? Alright sir. OK, so I'll just keep an eye on Parker. Yes sir. Thank you for trusting the services of…Chameleon…he always hangs up at the end. Stupid business men…"
Aunt May's house-
BOOP. BOOP.
The cop car pulled up at Aunt May's house. Peter exited the house, and ran as fast as he could to the house. He wasted no time, and looked for his keys. Luckily, he still had them. He unlocked the door, and found Aunt May in the living room, crying with an officer trying to comfort her.
"AUNT MAY!" Peter cried to her.
Aunt May looked up. Shocked to see Peter again, she fainted. Luckily, the officer had caught her in time, and put her on the couch.
"Thank you officer. I'll take it from here."
The next morning-
Peter walks into the kitchen of his apartment, with his hair all over the place, as his phone rings.
"Hello?" He asked, answering his phone. "Hi Aunt May. Yes, I'm fine. You don't have to keep calling me every five seconds now. Aunt May, please. Don't be so over-protective now…yes, fine. I'll be over for dinner at seven. Ok, love you too. Bye."
Dinner?! She's thinking of dinner when I still have to find MJ! Good thing it's Saturday. Don't have to worry about skipping class. Wait, was there something else I had to do…? Ah, whatever it was, I'm sure it wasn't anything huge. Time for Spider-Man's morning stroll.
At that very second-
"Where the hell is Peter? Why is he late…again?! He knows we have the mid-term on Tuesday!"
"Calm down, will ya Liz? I'm sure Peter will show up."
"Are you serious Harry?"
"Nah. Screw this. Let's bail. We'll get Peter back later."
12:05 pm-
Three hours and not one solid thing lead I have. No crazy psycho talking to me again. And even if he did, how the hell am I supposed to find out where he has MJ? What the hell can I do now? …Nothing, but have some lunch, 'cause I'm-- Ooooh, Jake's hotdog stand.
Spider-Man swings into an alley to change back into his regular clothes. As he emerges out of he alley, he crosses the street, and heads straight to the hot dog stand.
"Hey Jake. Let me get one with ketchup, mustard, and relish."
"You got it, Pete. So hey, what went wrong with the girl? Too conceited or something?"
Peter gave Jake a dumbfounded look, as he stared at him. He then asked him, "What are you talking about? Me and MJ? We haven't broken up."
"Really? Oh, woopsie. Sorry, it's that, she sure didn't seem like she was with ya anymore." Jake told him as he handed the hotdog over to Peter, and getting the money.
"What are you talking about Jake? You're not making any sense, here." Peter asked him, as he took a bite out of the hot dog.
"Well ya see, yesterday, 'round this time or so, MJ was with this…business guy, I think. They were right over there. At 'Big –La Freak'."
"Big La-Freak? That restaurant that MJ hates? The one with the fake French food and crappy name?"
"Three dollars and fifty cents, ma'am." Jake said to someone else. "Yeah, Peter. The one and only."
"Well, that's odd. I…I gotta go now. Nice talking to you again, Jake." Peter said as he headed towards the restaurant.
"Alright man, take care." He said to Peter. "What will it be sir?"
"Excuse me, sir. The gentlemen must be wearing a jacket at all times, here." An old man, with a freaky mustache told Peter.
"I'm not here to eat. Listen, there was this girl yesterday. Red hair and all. Came in with a business man."
"Sir, that describes so many people. The information is utterly useless."
"They came around this time. Look, I just need to find out who she was with."
"I'm sorry, I still can't help you. Even if I could, I wouldn't be allowed to just give you what you need to know. That is only something officers are supposed to see when needed. Something I see that you are not. So if would be so kind as to leave this place…."
"So you
DO admit that you have the information!"
"OUT!"
Peter left in a hurry. He didn't want any trouble.
"Just great. So I finally get something on MJ, and I can't get it to help me find her. Damn, if only I knew how to get that information somehow…WAIT! I can hack into their system. But I don't know how to even hack into a freaking cereal box…"
Suddenly a newspaper flew into Peter's face. As he took it off, he saw it was the Daily Bugle, with Spider-Man on the cover, fighting Sandman in front of a bank. The headline reading: "SPIDER-MAN AND SANDMAN- ROBBING BANK AND FIGHTING EACH OTHER".
Peter sighed at it, but then something came to him. "Hold the phone! I know who knows how to hack! Time to head back to the Bugle!"
The Daily Bugle-
Peter rushed up the stairs from the lobby, all the way to the 15th floor. He would have taken the elevator, except that it was already full, and the other two seemed to have gone out of service, since he last stopped by.
As Peter arrived on the 15th floor, he opened the door to the 'Daily Bugle Online Department'. He went through the floor, looking for his target. He then found him, lying back on his chair, his feet on his desks, hands behind his head, and snoring.
"Erik! Erik wake up!" Peter yelled at him, while shaking him.
"Wha?! Huh?!" Erik jumped up from his chair quickly.
"Erik, it's me, Peter, remember? We talked once at the Christmas party?"
"Ohhhhhh yeaaaaaaah."
"So you remember me?"
"No."
"Well, listen. I need some help. I ah…heard you can…hack into things."
"Listen me amigo, I don't do no "hacky wacky" jobs, comprende? I'm just a web designer for the Daily Bugle."
"Listen, I really need you to help me something. I'll repay any way I can…"
"Hmm…anything? Well, if that's the case, let's see what UltimateE can do for ya."
"Eh?"
"What? It's my online hacker name."
BOOOOOOOOOM!
Out of nowhere, a blast tore a huge whole in the building, in the same floor Peter was in. A figure was coming in, as the dust was settling. The person who emerged, completely shocked Peter.
"Hello boys and girls." The person said.
"Spider-Man has come out to play!"
TO BE CONTINUED…
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