Little did you know the next 24 hours would change the course of your life.
So far you’ve got a jaywalker and two- count ‘em, two- little old ladies walking on grass.
“I could really use a challenge,” you blurt out, high above the city.
Man, do you rehearse this stuff?The fist comes slamming into you. Reacting instinctively, you lash out, your fists becoming a deadly whirr of fury. Unfortunately, you were holding onto your web-line with that fury. You desperately shoot webs as you fall, every cute boy you’ve never gone out with flashing before your eyes and- wait, was that Jimmy Yama?! You shudder beneath your costume.
Getting a balance, you look around for your att-
POW!Her costume is like a twisted version of yours. The basic costume is a flashy scarlet and it covers her whole body. She (for your attacker is indeed a she) has a loose short sleeve shirt with a white spider emblem that covers her whole torso and wraps around to meet an identical design on the back. The shirt itself is darker than the darkest night. Red veins run across the whole of its body. And those eyes- still, expressionless, yet full of the deepest fury, the darkest hatred.
For a moment time seems to stand still as the two entities- as similar and equal as they are opposite and superior to each other- simply- look. Then, time still unmoving, sounds below irrelevant- they leap at each other. Each with a fist pulled back, time freezes, and then--
They leap into action. Instead of time standing still, it seems sped up, as the pair trade blows. Web-lines are forgotten as they fall, neither able to get past their opponent’s defense, although she‘s already wearing you down.
Then, suddenly and without warning, the Black Spider shoots a web-line and yanks with all her strength, which is considerable, maybe even superior to yours. Of course, you are pulled along with her.
This takes the fight into a large office. Jokes and one-liners are forgotten as you fight for your life, and you don’t even know why you’re fighting.
You lash out a desperate kick to buy some time. It doesn’t work.
With the power of blind fury, your attacker barely takes any time in regaining her footing on the roof. Kicking out so hard it blows a hole in the roof, she lunges at you, carrying you through two floors. You hear a loud CRACK as you land on the wall of a cubicle.
Desperate, you shoot all your webbing at her, rotating the cartridges on your wrists almost as fast as you’re using them up. When you run out and have covered her in half a roomful of webbing, you lunge at her.
You’re desperately punching her unbelievably fast, more so when you thought you had no strength left. But you do have strength- the strength of desperation, of the cornered prey.
Even as she frees herself of an unbelievable amount of webbing, you pull off her mask to see-
your...
own...
face.
And then your world goes black.
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