Little too late for that don't you think? 🙄
It's my thread and I'll post what I want, note that I have already written almost the entire story and will post it induvidually, the reason why I didn't post it last night was because my brother was on the computer doing homework and by the time he'd finished I was to tired to post the next piece. Also don't take this to a PM, since it involves me I wanna hear it!
More will honestly come tonight since It's friday and my brother and I don't have homework.
Finally here's the next bit:
Spider-Boy released another web-line as he flew over 59th street, keeping his eyes peeled for any scene of criminals. Although he hadn't quiet gotten the FULL control of web-swinging he didn't really have to pay attention to what he was doing, his thoughts were free to wander in thier own world. He released another web-line and sudddenly releasied he had ended up in Park-Avenue while his mind was concentrating on other things. Last week he had gotten and detention from Mr Morgan, the science teacher for being late, he made an excuse that his Mums' car broke down, when really had he been saving a woman and her baby from getting burnt to death in thier apartment. He swung in a final arch before his spider-sense sent off a sharp tingle, letting lose his tight grip on the string of webbing he clung to the side of The Bank of Manhatten. He looked around in all directions for any sign of danger when a piercing scream swept in a wave over him. The sound came from the city streets far below. Looking down, Spider-Boy caught sight of a petrified woman running as fast as her legs would carry her. Following closely were several men in a familiar grey uniform. Why they were chasing her? Spider-Boy didn't know, but he wasn't going to stay clinging to this wall to find out. Imedidately he scuttled down the wall then pulled his two middle-fingers into the palm of his hand. A sticky glob of webbing sprung from the tiny slit in his wrist and attached inself to a building a few yards ahead. He gave the webbing a small tug and like a rubberband, the momentum sent him flying foward. He let go of it and summer-saulted down onto the deserted street. "It's The Spider-Kid!" screeched one of them. "Uh...it's Spider-Boy...." he answered cheekily. The goon threw a punch which Spider-Boy jodged easily and then returned it. The force sent the goon flying into a traffic poll, he fell to the ground, sprawled out and un-concious. Spider-Boy grappled two goons into his gloved hands and threw them through the glass of a near-by antique store, triggering an alarm, but this was all part of his plan, hopefully it would call the police to the crime scene. The web-slinger scanned the road for signs of the goons but noticed none were in sight. 'That's odd.....' he thought, there were a lot more goons then the three he had polverised. His spider-sense triggered off in his brain, he got a vision of the goons getting hold of the woman and pulling her into a crimson coloured van. Snapping back to earth, Spider-Boy sent off two web-lines and catapulted himself into the night sky, swinging off, looking for a sign of the van. He only hoped he wasn't too late.
It didn't take long to find the van abondoned on the side of a street. Spider-Boy flew through the air and landed in a crouched position on the van, he noticed a small crowd of citizens had formed. "They went up there kid!" pointed a grunt-looking man up onto the roof-tops. Spider-Boy saluted the man and leaped into air and onto the roof-tops. "Still no sign of them..." he muttered. A small squeak echoed through the air, several roof-tops ahead. Acting quickly, the boy leaped across each roof-top, desperatly trying to get to the woman as fast as he could. Each leap he took was followed by gravity taking its' effect and bringing him back down onto the opposite roof-top making the same movement Spider-Boy's heart did. He finally reached the roof-top that the sqeak had come from. He looked around quickly and quietly. His spider-sense sent a painful jolt through his body and reacting quickly, he leaned back and let the bullets pass by. Scanning the rooftop he saw bullet holes in a door leading into the building itself. He threw open the door and ran in, down a flight of stairs and onto the seventh floor. The place seemed to be abandoned, and for quiet sometime. Even though he was wearing a mask the foul stench of musk and mould filled his nostrils. But he didn't have time to pinch them closed, doing the instinct his spider-sense told him to, he leapt onto the ceiling and held onto it just as a silver knife grazed his back. Two goons came clambering out of thier hinding places then loaded thier guns. Spider-Boy took out one of them before he had time to pull the trigger. A round-house kick sent him flying towards and dusty window. Spider-Boy used his web to knit a safe spider-web in which the squirming, but still consious goon tried to brake free but to no avail. Bullets flew by the childs head, but reacting quickly he sprinted around the wave of lead and sent a nice punch at the last goon, rendering him un-consious. It seemed the last goon had paniced, because he ran from his hinding place, and carrying the screaming woman, he sprinted down the hallway. Spider-Boy released a web-line and yanked the goon and woman back. The goon released his hold of the terrified woman and fell to the floor. Spider-Boy grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and yelled: "Where's Cernol Doom!?" the hyper-ventilating man didn't answer. "WHERE'S CERNOL DOOM!?" he yelled once more. The man gave up and answered. "He's not here! he sent us after her!" he nodded in the direction of the woman. "Why?" Spider-Boy asked. "Ask her yourself!" he yelled back. Anger and fumming, Spider-Boy let lose a series of super-human kicks and punches which finally knocked the goon out. "You okay?" he asked the woman. She nodded slightly. "Why were they after you?"
"I don't know.." she moaned, then she turned on her heel and motioned to leave. But to Spider-Boy's surprise she turned back around. "I'm sorry!" she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. She opened her jacket and bought out a small portfolio and handed them to Spider-Boy. He quickly glanced at them in horror. They were pictures of him, Terry running down an ally-way, ripping open his shirt, his spider emblem clearly visable on his chest. There were also ones of him emerging from an alleyway, swinging from a webline seconds later. Some were of him swinging into an alley-way and emerging as Terry Williams. It looked if though the photographer was close by. "How'd you get these!?" Spider-Boy asked, trying to surpress the lump rising in his throat. "Cernol Doom hired me to track you down and take photos of you, I got the ones of you changing back to that boy first.....when I wouldn't give them to his thugs he sent them after me" she answered. "But I just can't do it! you've saved so many lives and I just can't do this to a child.....you keep them..."
Spider-Boy took a deep breath and gave into his thought. He took off his mask to reveal the ordinary blonde-haired, blue-eyed Terry Williams. "Thank you...." Terry said. The woman gave a small smile. Sirens went off in a neighbourhood close by. "I should get going...can you get out of here by yourself?" he asked, pulling on his mask. The woman nodded. Spider-Boy webbed the photos to his thigh and leaped out a window. He crawled to the top without looking down at the huge cluster of people.
Resting for a minute, he layed down on the damp concret roof. "Past your bed time already huh?" a familiar voice called from far away. His spider-sense reacted only second before a minture rocket flew by his air and off into the sky. Spider-Boy frantically looked around each roof-top in view and saw a dark figure sprint off then leap onto the next roof-top. "I'd recognise that soulette anywhere..." Spider-Boy smiled. He leaped high into the air and across the street. He followed Cernol Doom all the way down Mungavin Avenue. "Back off kid! your crowding me!" The Cernol's voice boomed, he took out a rifle and and aimed at the child the fired, still running at the same time. Spider-Boy skidded, avoiding the bullets by millimeter. The chase seemed to go well into the night before Spider-Boy finally lost sight of Cernol Doom. "Oh well.....it gave me my work out for tonight..." her muttered.
"Not quite...." a ghostly voice edmitted from the shadows. A silver grenade flew from the dark corner of the roof-top and blew up. The force sent Spider-Boy hurtling backwards through the air, finally coming down and flying through a concret wall. He rolled to a stop in some dark and musty room. It suddenly struck Spider-Boy that this was no ordinary room, it was a crypt, meaning his was in a graveyard. The sound of a rocket filled his ears, then a bomb flew through the hole Spider-Boy had made. Not wasting a second, he pelted behind a rock-coffin. He noticed he was bleeding badly, his costume was ripped in six places. The bomb finally went off, fire balls and bits of concret flew everywhere. Breathing heavily, Spider-Boy kept an ear out for a noise of movement. This did nothing to help of course, Cernol Doom flew through one end of the coffin and out the other, punching the kid in the gut. Bits of brick and skeleton went everywhere. The force sent Spider-Boy streaming through the wooded door and out into the night. The graveyard was huge and lined with many tomb-stones. It was a creepy feeling to be here in the dead of night. The Wall-crawler leapt behind a tombstone and clung to it as he heard the gravel crunch under the heavy boots of Cernol Doom. "Come out, come out where ever you are!" he yelled nastily. CRACK! BOOM! POW! he seemed to be kicking and punching the grave-stones, residing them to dust. Getting to the braking point, Spider-Boy emerged from his hiding place and yelled: "Show some respect for the dead!" he let out two strands of web which tied them self around The Cernol. But he was to strong. Using his bulging muscels, he freed himself from the web-cocoon. He grabbed a stand which was still attached to Spider-Boy's wrist and yanked it towards him. Spider-Boy hurtled towards his direction but was thrown off-course when Cernol Doom releasied a bone-shattering punch. The poor eleven year-old went flying against the vertical metal spikes that formed a gate around the cemetary. Spider-Boy now had more rips in his costume, aswell as his eye-piece which had been smashed revealing his blue eye, he lay in a thick puddle of mud as the Cernol approached. "Time to take your medicine Doc" he joked. He knew it was a dirty trick, but it was the only way out, Spider-Boy took aim and swung his leg between Cernol Doom's legs and made the maniac scream like a school girl. Seizing his chance, Spider-Boy let lose a left hook which sent the cernol flying into a vertical spike gate which ran around a single grave. Blood trickled slowly down the Cernol's mouth, Spider-Boy knew the Cernool was pi$$ed now. "Why you little!" he ripped out the spikes from thier place in the ground and threw them like spears. Using a technique like The Matrix, Spider-Boy bent back and felt the gust of wind that the spikes caused, once he was sure the spikes had passed he ran towards the monster, flaring his fists madly. The Cernol did the same, but his aim was true. Spider-Boy was sent flying through eleven grave stones, now it was his turn to scream like a girl. He lay coughing up blood on the ground, The Cernol hovered over by him and took aim, he swung his leg right into Spider-Boys stomach. He gasped and spat out a mouth full of blood, it felt if though a car had parked over his stomach. Cernol Domm cackeled and lifted Spider-Boy high into the night air then through him to the other end of the cemetery. Thinking desperately, Spider-Boy looked around for an object that might help him. Wiping blood from his mouth in the process, he pulled a particularly large gravestone from it’s resting place. “Forgive me....” he mumbled to the grave. Cernol Doom started up his jet-pack which sparked to life, in seconds he was flying head-first at Spider-Boy, un-aware that he was holding a grave stone behind his back. “Come on you son-of-a-b!tch” he gasped. When his spider-sense went off he closed his eyes and swung with all his might, and this time his aim was true. The gravestone shattered over The Cernols head. Him and his jet-pack spiralled off, landing not to far from where Spider-Boy stood. The Cernol got up as Spider-Boy sprinted towards the Hulking menace, but The Cernol grabbed him by the neck and threw him high into the air, the child finally came down like a ton of bricks at the foot of a grave, slowly looking up he saw the name printed across it: "Neill Simmons, 1968-2001" a stick glob of anger arose inside the young warriors chest, now he was mad. He pened his mouth and let out a high scream of anger, then as quick as lightning jumped towards Cernol Doom and issued a punch of pure anger. The Cernol flipped in the air then came crashing down, spitting out two teeth. The punch wasn't like any other punch the child had given him, this one hurt A LOT, so the kid had some sort of hidden strength. Spider-Boy noticed this too, he didn't know that he had this sought of inner strength, but this wasn't the time nor place to think about it. He leaped up onto a large spiral gravestone, using only his legs to stick to it. He let fourth two weblines which attached to The Cernol’s forearm. Like a maronette on strings, Spider-Boy controlled most of his arm movements. With all his might he tugged the web-line’s directly into Cernol Doom’s gaunt face, specks of blood flew everywhere. “Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!” Spider-Boy mocked. The Cernol howled in rage and tugged the weblines. In an instant Spider-Boy was pulled off the grave and hurtled straight for the Cernol, shutting his eyes tighly and feeling immense pain.
He didn’t know how long he was out for, but Spider-Boy woke-up sprawled over a cracked conceret grave. “Oh man…..” he moaned, rubbing a particularly nasty bruise on his head. “Oh no……he took the photos….” He whispered to himself, feeling his thigh. Once he gathered his strength, he slowly walked out of the cemetery then released a web-line into the forest and swung off, heading back into town.
Good from what ive read 😖
Next time try and post shorter pieces of the story.You dont have to post everything you written just when you write stuff that long cut it in half or in this case three's 😖 and then post it piece by piece.This gives you time to relax and just post your story day by day without you having to work on a piece to write.
Another thing Spider-Man doesnt have visions he has a spider-sense that tell him something bad is going to happen and he usually finds out what that it when he hears a scream or a siren.
Here's the next piece:
Terry lay awake for hours that night, his bedroom window open slightly so he could feel the gentle breeze of the cold-night air. The images and smells of the graveyard were still fresh inside his head, the smell of honey-suckle, mud, his own sweat, his own blood.......He also had a sticky hot-glob of nervousness sitting in the pit of his stomach. Cernol Doom had the pictures, this meant Terry's life was in great danger, and so was the lives of everybody he loved. He rolled on his side and looked out into the semi-darkness, then shut his eyes tight, hoping he would slowly drop off to sleep. Going to sleep wasn't really an option, for tomorrow was the first day of school for that year, now that summer vacation was over. One O'clock came and went, then two O'clock, then finally three O'clock, and with that came the shadow of sleep looming over Terry, he finally gave up and drifted off to sleep, the last sounds he heard was the laughter of Cernol Doom, his high, cold, maniac laughter echoing in the pits of Terry's mind.....
Terry had a rushed breakfast that morning, he wolved down his bacon, eggs and sausagues then lastly gulped down a glass of orange juice. "Bye Mom!" he called, then he swung his back-pack over his shoulder and bolted out the door without waiting for a reply from his mother. Once outside the sky-scraper apartment building he dashed down an alley-way and ripped open his scarlet-buttoned shirt to reveal his bright costume which lay beneath. he wanted to get in a quick swing through the city before heading off to school.
Butterflys fluttered in Terrys grumbling tummy, he was half an hour late and had no idea what class room he would be in. But thankfully everybody was still lingering in the hall, waiting for thier new classroom and teacher to be announced. It turned out Terry was in the same class as Sora and David, aswell as Ling......That afternoon passed incredibly slow, instead of doing any school work the class sat half day-dreaming half listening to thier new teacher My Treyburn give out the rules and such. Terry couldn't be bothered listening, the information he was recieving was useless anyway. Instead, he sat drawing pictures of Spider-Boy, but Ling caught his eye. From the opposite side of the room she gave a small smile, Terry gave a small smile too, returning to his picture and blushing magerly.
The bell rung sortly after three O'clock and the whole school scrambeled out of thier classes and to thier lockers and meeting places, disscusing that after-noons plans. "Hey Terry, me, Sora and a couple of other kids are off to the park for a game of baseball, you in?" David asked, twirling the dial on his locker.
Terry sighed, he really wanted to get the weight of worrys off his chest and relax, but none the less he agreed. "I'll catch up, I have to go to the bathroom....."
'Wow, so I CAN tell the truth for once' Terry thought. 10 minutes later Terry had sprinted to catch up with the others, only watching them from the opposite side from the street. "Sora! Dave!' he screeched, running across the road. "Terry look out!" Sora screamed. Terry didn't need to be told, his spider-sense went off with a tingle, teeling him to duck as low as he could. Obeying the command, he felt the ruffle of wind as the bus roared over him. "Watch it you stupid kid!" the Bus Driver roared from the window. "Sorry!" Terry waved, trying to settle his heart back into his chest. "Man that was close! where'd ya learn to do that?" David asked.
"Instinct......come on, lets get going."
They arrived near the park, excitement arising inside the three pre-teens. But Terrys heart shattered to pieces when police cars roared behind him. "I'm really sorry guys, I remembered I left the stove on at home!" Terry thought up quickly. And without another word he raced down the street an into an alleyway.
Spider-Boy swung over head and towards the alley where he had entered, having come back from stopping a bank robbery in progress. He let go of the thin stand of web and landed on a water tower on top of a tiny building which sat next to the alley. A loud scream pierced Spider-Boy's ears, the scream sounded young and familiar. "LING!" Spider-Boy cried.
Arriving in the alleyway he scuttled down the wall seeing the problem. Ling had been cornered by a group of gangsters who were digging into her pockets and pulling out handfuls of crumpeled dollar-bills. As fast as he could Spider-Boy leapt off the wall and fly kicked a gangster in the back of the head, sending him to the ground. The rest through pucnhes at him, so terrible and off-balance that Spider-Boy was sure Ling could have handeled this on her own. He plucked the money out of the gangsters hands with webbing then jumped into the air once more, letting lose a combination of kicks which rendered the gangsters un-consious, he did this without touching the ground once. Finally, he landed on the side of the building and scurried down to meet the girl. "That was outstanding" she commented.
"Thank you" Spider-Boy replied, handing her the money.
"No, thank YOU." she said. She had never been rescued by him before, but had seen him swinging around the city on those thin ropes, she believed he was caring and sweet, she didn't believe a word that splashed out from the headlines of the newspapers, bashing the poor boy. She walked fowards towards him, ready to peel back his mask and give him a peck on the lips before leaving. Spider-Boy grew nervous, was she going to kiss him? him, Terry Willaims? no, he was Spider-Boy now, the kiss was mean't for the Spider-Boy, not Terry, he though to him self dissapointed. Her fingertips were inches from the beggining of his mask, ready to peel it back. But they were both rudely interrupted by sirens. "Right on cue....I better get going." without another word he scalled the wall as fast as he head then took to the sky, leaving Ling to watch until he had crawled out of site.
James Duice paced his officed steadily. His beady-black eyes studied the phots within his fingertips. After many computer searches they came up with a school file of one eleven year-old ‘Terry Williams’ a.k.a ‘Spider-Boy.’
James dropped the photos onto his desk and opened the wardrobe to his left. The grey armoured suit hang nicely from the rack, the jet-pack and boots lay at its feet. “Now I’ve got you…..” said James, staring back at the photographs. He then laughed his high cold laugh, the laugh of evil, and the laugh of Terry’s fate.
Thank you! 😱 😉 🙂
The next piece will be in a few days. (two at the most)
I've already planned a 'Spider-Boy 2' but it's moved on a few years. No he doesn't lose his powers in it, but he really does begin to fell the burden of being a crime fighter and does want to give up. And I'm kind of expressing that in this story. I've already thought up a villain for it.