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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id=".22Spider-Shimmer.22_.28an_Anon_in_EQG_special.29">"Spider-Shimmer" (an Anon in EQG special)</span><a href="&quot;Spider-Shimmer&quot;_(an_Anon_in_EQG_special)#/editor/1" title="Edit section: &quot;Spider-Shimmer&quot; (an Anon in EQG special)" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />By: Beans (or Fui)<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at your watch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;10:29 p.m.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You've been here since lunchtime</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you lean against the railing of the fire escape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Look on the bright side, Anon; if your sources are correct, then maybe you'll see her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not really sure; no good pictures exist of the &quot;Spider-Woman&quot; as they call it, but male eyewitnesses all report a distinguishing trait of him/her stated as:&quot;THEM CHILD-BEARIN' HIPS, GOOD LAWDY&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only information you yourself found was from paying a weird junkie-hobo guy who says that he sees someone swing from web out/inside of a sleazy house every night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He showed you the house and you're now here watching from the distance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It would've been even better if he gave you a time other than &quot;every night&quot; and your faith in his words are honestly starting to dwindle rapidly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't help that he's notorious with official reporters as a liar who'll say anything for some nice cash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Crazy homeless men were never reliable eyewitnesses, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They can and will say anything to get a quick buck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But goddamit you're going to prove to J.J. you're suitable to be employed as a photographer for him, and if that means paying a smelly hobo named Marc, then why the hell not?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Marc the Hobo told you he saw her swing into the window of a house while he was on this fire-escape, but not just once?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He claims he sees her here often.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He was also certain it was a&#160;?she' because of&#160;?dem hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man you better get to look at some nice hips, or all this waiting will be for nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You refocus to watching out for anyone swinging with web into a house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How someone would want to live in a house in this part of town is what's confusing, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see the entire neighborhood from up here and it's kinda lousy looking.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, there's a bunch of gross apartments, old-as-fuck houses, and some dilapidated structures as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This neighborhood was as clean as clean as a porta-potty and the roads are even dirtier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwc-yWUfZ6w [Embed]</span><br />THWIP!<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, what?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What was that?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the direction of the sound and?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is fucking it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There she is!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From her wrist, she squirts out the weird strands of web that catch onto the buildings she cannot run on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And oh my god that is DEFINITELY a woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's a good runner, and when she can she's jumping--leaping--from rooftops with each jump being at least 20 feet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, holy shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And host fast is this girl running?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, not even your car can run like this chick!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;THE CAMERA!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hurriedly grab your camera bag, retrieve the camera itself, and put it on focus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No more blurry pics after tonight, bitch!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Oh shit!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's heading to the house!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hurry?.hurry?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;1</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;2</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;3</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Say cheese!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops running mid-rooftop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You freeze as your heart thumps a billion beats a second.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did she notice?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, she totally noticed?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand, staring at her as she tries her best to look through the darkness of night to see where the flash came from.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns back to original direction slowly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You're safe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh my god, wait until you tell Sunset about this...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Monday morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mondays.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck Monday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, fuck Monday harder than you want to fuck the girls at school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, nothing deserves to be fucked /that/ hard?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hard like your dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Yeah, you just woke up, and the blaring sound of your alarm clock is really annoying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn it off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Much better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;5:30 a.m.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, it's time to get up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure it's early, but you like early.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being early means you get to see Dad before he goes to work, having time to catch up on any other homework, and actually make a decent breakfast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heading to the kitchen in your beloved robe and slippers, the floor creaks as much as your rusty joints.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really need to see a chiropractor or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Entering the kitchen, you're met with the view of Dad in his &quot;thinking chair&quot; at the table with a plate of sauerkraut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He has weird taste...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your camera on the table and sit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He flips the paper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mornin' Anon,&quot; he yawns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yawn too.</span><br />&quot;Mornin'. Hey...what's that article about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He chuckles and rolls his eyes.</span><br />&quot;Meh, just another picture of the&#160;?Spider-Woman' everyone's talking about. They say it's the best pic yet, but?&quot; He ruffles your morning hair, &quot;...I have a feeling you'd take a better pic.&quot;<br />&quot;About that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile smugly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...No way.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks you in the eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Show me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring the camera up to him and view the taken photo of &quot;Spider-Woman&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks at you and smiles excitedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I swear that you're the best mistake I've ever made.&quot;</span><br />&quot;There's no way The Bugle can say no now; not with this picture.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad hugs you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go my son. Get your anus ready for school, and present treasures of victory...oh, but, uh, eat your breakfast first, faggot.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You too, Dad.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Canterlot High.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull into the parking lot of this well-respected school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In this part of town, people recognize Canterlot High as that one school that is what most High Schools seek to be--clean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No drugs, no crime, and a history of nice students and faculty despite it being a little clique-y.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There is one problem you have as a student, though...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Popularity is a very big factor of recognition and unfortunately you're not popular.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;People know you, sure, but they aren't your friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just linger like some sort of background character in a TV show, and you hate that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Especially when it comes to mentioning the big 7.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not too bad, though. Sunset is your pity friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shame she won't pity date you though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you lean on your steering wheel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mondays, am I right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stepping out of the car with your backpack, you sit against the weird statue that leads to the school's front doors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tiredness is still in your eyes, but fuck it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like you care if she notices.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, c'mon, what she gonna do, break up with being your friend?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...In case you haven't noticed, you've got a thing for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being a female and someone's only close friend will do that you guess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of which, the TARC bus she takes finally arrives at the bus stop as she steps off from the vehicle across the street.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She spots you and waves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She crosses the street through the crosswalk, but you can't help but notice something...off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she walks over to you on the steps, you start to see it more clearly as the greeting smile on your face starts to turn to a look of worry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's limping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Badly.</span><br /><br />&quot;Uh, hey Shim, you alright?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes a seat next to you with a pained groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oof. Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit soar and all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see bruises under her jacket sleeve.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sadly, this is not uncommon for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gasps when she catches you staring and pulls her sleeve down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, it's--&quot;</span><br />&quot;A bad bruise from some accident, right?&quot; You answer with one of her own explanations.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks nervous, almost guilty too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not what you think Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;When are you going to tell what&#160;?it' is then? I mean, I know we aren't exactly buddy-buddy and all, but we're still friends, and I'm the only one who knows that you've been getting hurt like this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She merely looks down at her feet and sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's not going to talk today.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well, next topic then?</span><br />&quot;Well, uh, if you're not going to talk, guess I will.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I'd like that a bit more right now?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sheesh, she's depressed or something.</span><br />&quot;So I went up to the Bugle again?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eye twitches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weird.</span><br />&quot;...and I brought some photos I took from the aftermath of the robbery from the University.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset gets a spark of interest in hearing this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You mean the one where they robbed the Staff of Starswirl?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;Yep, the very one. I photographed the evidence, snuck past the police tape, and I got some good stuff recorded.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grumble.</span><br />&quot;The Bugle said that unless I got pictures of Spider-Woman, I should get the hell out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset wraps her arm around your shoulder as she leans against you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry, Anon, it's not their fault they can't see talent when it's right in front of them.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Talented might not be the best word,&quot; you lightly hug her, &quot;but I'll take your word for it anyways.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only people who care about your photography are two people: Dad and Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're your only critics and only true friends, so naturally you try to take their words to heart when it comes to your pictures.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of photos?</span><br />&quot;Oh my god! I can't believe I forgot to show you!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset is startled by your sudden burst in optimism.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoa, where'd that come from?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scurry around your backpack to find your special folder with your &quot;portfolio&quot; in it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring it out and open it up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In it is the only good photograph of you-know-who taken by yours truly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman, running from the rooftops in mid-air jump of a good 20 feet or so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The costume on her is neat too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blue (or black, it was too dark to tell) and red with a spider logo on the back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd like to see the front of it, but she was facing a different direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see the webbing that was about to shoot from her wrist, and although you took the photo at least a good 30 feet or so, the flash of the camera was bright enough to catch enough details of her figure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And her hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fantastic fucking hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring out the photograph and eagerly smile.</span><br />&quot;This is it, Sunset! The only good picture of the Spider-Woman!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pupils in her eyes become as narrow as an escape from a shark, and her jaw hangs open agape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her warm orange skin turns to a ghastly pale white.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's stunned.</span><br />&quot;Amazing, huh!? No one has a photo this good of her! The Bugle can't refuse this!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's still quiet.</span><br />&quot;I mean, think of how much they're gonna offer me to give this to them! They'll give me a job now!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...oh my god?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I know, right!? Quite a shocker, huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset shakes herself up and laughs happily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sounds awfully forced though...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ha ha...Wow. That's, uh, incredible! I guess you always were a bit of a shocker, eh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile looks rigid and the look of worry and concern in her eyes are no secret.</span><br /><br />&quot;Sunset,&quot; you ask in confusion, &quot;what's wrong? You look like I'm going to beat you or something...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? No, no! I'm just...wow! Amazed is all!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She fidgets her hands a little a looks around a little.</span><br />&quot;...Sunset, what the hell is wrong?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I-I need to go to right now, I'll talk to you later, alright? Ok, cool, bye!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She runs inside the school building while leaving her backpack right next to you in her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You don't know what troubles her, but damn you wish she would just open up to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, she has before, but she's still very private about herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you were closer, you'd try to make sure that that no secrets would get between the two of you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn, you're really creepy, aren't you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suppose you better hold on to her backpack til you can give it back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You carry it with your own, and walk into the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Let the day begin?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Entering the school is never fun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then again, was it suppose to be to begin with?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sight always seen when you come in is the same thing: idiots being idiots.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some kid wears their stupid overly-fashioned outfits that look like some shit from a barbie doll collection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're all way too caring about their appearance, all having done some weird style to their hair, clothes, and a bunch of stupid shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And what do they do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They talk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not about interesting things, or about their hobbies, ho they are, what they like...instead they gossip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gossip, gossip, and gossip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hate gossip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What's even worse is when they're not gossiping, they're talking about their goddamn corporate machines they look up to called celebrities.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, if you think of something different, they'll label you!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some people call you hipster, some a dork, others a weirdo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because you don't like what everyone else does!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you walk down the hall and to your locker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As usual, the biggest idiot in the school is leaning on it.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He talks to a couple of other &quot;bros&quot; with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One is a light-blue guy in an orange t-shirt with a tiny little mark of a drum and drumsticks to the upper right of his chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This dude is named Brawly Beats or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other guy with Flash is pretty big and muscular with short brown hair and a small, black t-shirt with a football on it's side in the middle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This mammoth of a kid is named?.Teddy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;Hey Flash, can you please move out of the way? I kinda need to use my locker you know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash stops talking to his &quot;dudes&quot; and looks at you as if you were a peasant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Uh, I was talking to my friends.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, yeah, I know. I'm not ask you to stop talking, just to let me see my locker, please.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Brawly Beats quirks a brow at Flash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before he steps towards you, Flash stops him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Easy, Beats, I got this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh boy, here we go?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look Anon, you should back off from me, ok? I'm a nice guy, so I'm going to let you leave here, but don't come by again.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan.</span><br />&quot;Can you just be cool and let me use my locker for a minute? Why do you even hate me? Is it really asking that much?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno, Anon, is it really asking that much for you to back off from Sunset?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug.</span><br />&quot;Kinda hard to since I know I don't stand a chance. I'm not the one who started our friendship if you can even call it that. It's more of a &quot;holy shit someone is talking to me she's my best friend&quot; type of relationship.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never really liked Brad, but you never hated him. You just kinda wished that whoever dated him would choose someone actually smarter that will graduate, not him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still...because of trendiness, he seems to be the eye-candy of the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fact that everyone left for class by now instead of talk to him is actually quite amazing...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's got everything you don't, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Muscles, friends, musical talent, girls, and even better--confidence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The problem is you're still talking to her, and I don't want you too.&quot;</span><br />&quot;She's not even dating you anymore and she barely cares about me. We're not getting her by arguing and I don't think she'd care if you were threatening me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't care?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Dude, c'mon, I blend into the background more than a chameleon. I'm not going to?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He raises his fist and...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oooowww...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh this is fucking great.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They seriously put you in your fucking locker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How cliche' can you get?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab out your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's cracked from a good number of tripping over people but it works pretty well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like you have anyone to call other than dad and occasionally Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, you've been crammed in here for an hour...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Which means you've missed class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Panic fills your chest as you start banging on the locker door that traps you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No help.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost want to call Sunset to get you out, but then you'd have even less pride.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or, you know, have her phone taken away during class because you were calling it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You doubt that calling the Police to save you from your own locker is very smart, so what do you do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Simple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Call the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dial the number and wait patiently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear the front desk pick up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Canterlot High, Vice Principal Luna speaking, may I help you?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good old Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't know it, but you think she and her sister are pretty cool.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shame you haven't got to know them.</span><br />&quot;Uh, hello? I'm a student here at Canterlot High and--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You are aware that you should not be on your phone,during class time, yes?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well that's kinda the thing...I can't really get to class cause I'm stuck...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god this is so awkward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How so?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, she's judging you?</span><br />&quot;Well, I got crammed into my locker and I can't get out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, why can't you die?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna sighs on the other line.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If this is a prank, I'll find out. Now what's your locker number?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh thank lawdy.</span><br />&quot;It's #<span class="nu0">195</span> in Wolfman hall...can I also have a note?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I suppose. I'll be right there mister??&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh! I'm Anonymous Incognito.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, Anonymous, be patient. When I'm there I expect an explaination.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yessss!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;15 minutes later and the locker opens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fall out of it onto the floor, almost breaking your camera.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still have Sunset's backpack?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While groaning on the tile floor of the empty hallway, standing above you with her arms folded is Ms. Luna herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He outfit is quite neat, and her whole presence demands respect which you happily give.</span><br />&quot;Thank you, Ms. Luna?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't mention it, now can you tell me why you're in this locker, young man?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How do you say this?</span><br />&quot;Uh, I was trying to go to my locker, but Flash Sentry was on it with his friends, and I asked if they could move.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...and?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You divert your eyes away as a rosy tint forms on your face.</span><br />&quot;I got punched and crammed into here?&quot;<span class="co4">&gt;Luna moves her hair back and exhales.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you say Flash was responsible?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hands you a slip with your name on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If anyone questions why it says you' were stuck in a locker, have them question me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, ma'am.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles before patting you on the shoulder and walking off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Well, time for class.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lunchtime is always an adventure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because the journey to find a table is always an arduous one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's no secret that Canterlot High is a big school, but unfortunately?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, it's Cafeteria belongs in a fucking elementary school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, a lot of stuff here looks like it'd be more suitable for elementary school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's kind of embarrassing to be honest?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You struggle to find a table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unsuccessful as always.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to sit by the wall where a few of the other rejects go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...A merry little jingle plays in your head as you start to see Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sits by her six friends, Twilight, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie...and that other one who dresses like she's some weird cowboy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think that last one's name is Lemon Larry, but all you know about her is that her brother is a pretty big guy (for you) named Big Mac.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You always end up watching them at lunch, silently yearning for the chance to speak with them, if only just once.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's pitiful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sitting on the floor by the wall, meanwhile they get to have fun, talk about the fun things they did together, and what they like.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They have the blessing to not laugh at jokes by themselves, know that if one of their own were lost, they'd be missed, and most of all?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They get to feel important.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's something you've never felt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not even as a child when your mom left you and Dad, not even when you were ridiculed in elementary school for having old clothes, and not even when you were crying while bruised and battered for trying to stand up to your friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Maybe that's why you're obsessed with this Spider-Woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What happened to her that makes her go out and help people, despite the fact she's labeled as a menace?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What would you do if you had her powers?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Does she understand what it means to be alone, hurt, abandoned?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like to think these thoughts for hours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sometimes you fantasize about meeting her, asking her questions, knowing why she wants to help people...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and look at your finished lunch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It tasted a bit worse than usual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you dump the remains your food into the trash, you put your tray up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remember that after school, you have to show the Bugle your pics, and give Sunny her bag.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would right now, but the bell just rung, and you have to go back to class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;School sucks more dick than Kim Kardashian does for money, you know that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait outside by the statue you meet Sunset at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's still not here and she's late, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still have her backpack, but you need to hurry downtown to get these photos in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another five minutes go by, and you get the feeling she's not coming today.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and head to the parking lot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your keys, the familiar sound of it unlocking greets you, and you open the door to step in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's apparently an old van...Volkswagen Camper...whatever that meant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just find it ironic that a big car that could have a good number of people will never have anyone else inside because of your unpopularity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put your stuff in the back of your van and put Sunset's backpack in the passenger seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, aren't you a nice fucker?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess you'll give it back to her tomorrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, you drive your way as you play your favorite song?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4mHPeMGTJM [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a good twenty minutes of driving to downtown, you spend another ten or so looking for an empty space to park in a parking garage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you find a vacant one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't matter if you have to walk about mile to get there, you're going to give these photos to J.J., and he's gonna love&#160;?em.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The streets downtown are loud and smelly, but it becomes desired after a while.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kind of like an acquired taste, if you will.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lightly jogging with your camera and photographs, you make haste to The Daily Bugle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enter the building and head to the front desk on the first floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The woman at the front desk is old and tired looking, but of good heart judging by the picture of her husband...kinda looks cranky though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And he has a weird wig.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find her name-tag is Matilda.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wasn't here last week you came?</span><br />&quot;Hello? I'm here to submit the photos to J. Jonah Jameson?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The woman smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A little young to be doing hard time photography for a big paper, don'tcha think?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not with the pictures I take,&quot; you say confidently.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Matilda chuckles, enthused by your &quot;young attitude&quot; as she puts it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, I'll need a name to sign you in...&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The elevator dings and you're met with the sight of busy writers, editors, and at the end of the room straight across from you--the big chief's office.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way through the noisy chaos and see him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a button shirt, suspenders, and his sleeves rolled up his arms, he looks like he's a man of work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, the hairline gives it away too, but you digress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smells of cuban cigars and wealthy cologne, and his mustache--although dated--makes you realize that this man is a good old fashioned journalist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Considering sites like Buzzfeed and even Tumblr are even considered by some as good journalism, that means that this man is pretty high up on the goddam food chain of ACTUAL journalism.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knock on the glass door of the man's office.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With him is a black man in his fifties with graying hair in a tan suit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't wanna be that guy, but he probably needs to lose some weight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And a bigger tie, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one he's wearing is waaaaaay too small.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With him in the office is woman of her late twenties going on her early thirties with short brown hair and a well-fitting black tank-top who's shirt's tightness is only rivaled by her jeans revealing a shapely booty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No hips, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dang.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The woman opens the door and lets you in as the black man greets you with a pleasant smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello, Anon. We hear you have some pictures?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to answer her, buuuut...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Miss Brant!? Where the damn hell is that Anon kid at? I got papers to publish ya know!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winces at J.J.'s shout.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...He just arrived sir,&quot; says the older black man for the woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The chief puffs from his cigar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? And no one told me? Miss Brant, you're fired!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, sir,&quot; she walks out the door...until Jonah changes his mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, you're not fired. I still need you to get my Irish Coffee. Robbie, the hell's the matter with ya, somethin' you need to say?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes sir, the coffee machine's broken&quot; .</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine! Make my Irish coffee outta whiskey instead! Ya hear, Miss Brant?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, sir.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Miss Brant proceeds to roll her eyes as she heads out of the office.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand by the open door, awkwardly staring at J.J. and the black man apparently named Robbie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Well, are you Anon or what, kid? I don't have time for some little queer boy to start starin' at me like I'm the goddamn Mona Lisa!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sorry, sir. I'm Anon and I have the photos you wa--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then what're you doing? Get&#160;?em out already!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clear your throat and put the folder on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;James Jonah Jameson opens it up with little care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Robbie's eyes go wide at the photograph.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mister Jameson! That's her! That's the Spider-Woman!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jonah looks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How'd you get thess photos?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile and shrug.</span><br />&quot;With my camera.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;J.J. is nodding confidently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Perfect! Look at it, Robbie! Can ya see it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know! It a clear picture of her, sir!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The chief looks at his friend as if he just spoke martian.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What the hell are you on about? I was talking about those damn hips!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Robbie deflates?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh...&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jonah places the photo back down with a puff of his cigar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, Brandon, how much do ya want for this?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's Anon, sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll give ya a hundred fifty!&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Three hundred?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Three hundred!? That's outrageous!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gets out a check.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Done!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ride home $300 hundred dollars richer than before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, and you're employed as a photographer, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...and you were interviewed in the paper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;FUCK YEAH!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull into your driveway and head inside your house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I did it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your victory shout echoes through the tiny house you live in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait for Dad to respond?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe he's listening to some k-pop or whatever in the kitchen?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head in and see him sleeping on the dinner table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not uncommon, especially because Dad is a pretty busy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He works at Big Belly Burger, but he does so in the west side of town where things are always busier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let him be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can always tell him the good news in the morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head upstairs, shower, shave, and get comfy in your bed with your laptop on your lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The homepage is Bing, because you were to lazy to change it, but the news section below captures your attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It reads: &quot;Junior Photographer reveals Spider-Woman!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course you read the article, and you smiled the whole damn time reading it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you finish, you're about to go to bed...but then you look at Sunset's backpack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...After the whole day,you never even wondered if anything important was in it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should take a look inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You unzip it's biggest pocket first and?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You unzip it's biggest pocket first and?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just books, materials, her phone?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing weird, nothing important.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wrap yourself in bed and go to sleep peacefully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After masturbating, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You're so lonely.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Morning had gone by quickly, and you're here waiting at your usual spot--the statue that lead to the steps of the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The weather was not as nice as yesterday's but a little cloudiness never hurt anyone, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like the day before, the TARC bus comes to a stop across the street, Sunset crosses, and then sits next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One difference though...she's very worried.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, what did Flash do to you!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She must have heard?</span><br />&quot;He, uh, crammed me into my locker. Luna got me out though and he's going to be in trouble, so I don't think we need to--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grabs your wrists and looks at you dead in the eye.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You feel your non-existent womanhood tremble at her gorgeous green eyes?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulls you into sudden hug very tightly, fixing her head into the crook of your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whoa, what?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand there flabbergasted as students passing by stare awkwardly at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you feel wetness where her head is?</span><br />&quot;Sunset, what's going on? You ok? Do you need to talk about something?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She silently sobs as you remained unanswered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to just be there for her and?get out your phone from your pocket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know what will cheer her up.</span><br />&quot;Hey Sunny?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She releases from your hug with the makeup on her eyes running.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite how much her sadness hurts your heart, you smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tap a button on your phone, and the greatest song in the world starts to play...</span><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kI3MwwWYC3Q<br /><br />&quot;She can kill with a smile<br />She can wound with her eyes<br />She can ruin your faith with her casual lies<br />And she only reveals what she wants you to see<br />She hides like a child<br />But she's always a woman to me?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand her up and hold her in the way a man would for a slowdance.</span><br />&quot;She can lead you to love<br />She can take you or leave you<br />She can ask for the truth<br />But she'll never believe you<br />And she'll take what you give her as long as it's free<br />Yeah, she steals like a thief<br />But she's always a woman to me...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold her close and smile warmly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh god you're blushing too...&quot; She says giggling semi-sadly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's right though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're blushing harder than you ever had...but Sunset seems to be blushing as well.</span><br />&quot;Oh, she takes care of herself<br />She can wait if she wants<br />She's ahead of her time<br />Oh, and she never gives out<br />And she never gives in<br />She just changes her mind?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heads rest against each other's comfortably.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both have a dopey smile.</span><br />&quot;She will promise you more<br />Than the Garden of Eden<br />Then she'll carelessly cut you<br />And laugh while you're bleedin'<br />But she'll bring out the best<br />And the worst you can be<br />Blame it all on yourself<br />Cause she's always a woman to me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, you turn your phone off, and you hold Sunset.</span><br />&quot;Let's skip school. We don't need to do shit today.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shimmer nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Yeah. I'd like that.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drive in your van with Shimmer in the passenger seat.</span><br />&quot;So what's wrong, Shim-Sham? You were acting strange yesterday, and you straight-up cry on me today...I'm worried.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know. I've just been going through some changes recently...You think we can go get something to eat? I never get to eat breakfast and I'm reeeallly hungry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're ok with that.</span><br />&quot;Sure, no problem. But still, you sure you don't need to talk about it? Clearly something's wrong and you're not telling me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to block you off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, seriously, I'm fine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Maybe you should lay off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a sensitive subject you guess?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...a subject that has her coming to school every day with bruises, limping, and crying on you before school starts.</span><br />&quot;Shimmer, I'm going to be honest with you...you're literally my only friend. Everyday I see you and your friends hang out and have fun, and you're the closest I'll ever have to that. If something's wrong with you, I wanna help before I lose you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She considers this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her next words are strange ones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What do you think about Spider-Woman?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The question hits you off guard.</span><br />&quot;Spider-Woman? You already know what I think about her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, just barely. You find her mysterious, want to know more about her, and you creepishly gloat on her hips...&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Well, they /are/ nice hips.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...but you never told me why you're fascinated by her. Is it something with how she uses her powers? Maybe you're curious about why she does whatever she does?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you turn into a cafe' called &quot;Cafe''&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This city has problems.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you park you think of your answer.</span><br />&quot;...I want to know her. I wanna see why she has her powers and chooses to help others despite her being labeled as a menace. She's very?I don't, but I want to see if she understands, you know? What it's like to be weird and isolated?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods in understanding and lays a hand on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sure she does.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face becomes rather florid from the compliment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hiding the blush is impossible, and letting go of your smile is too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know why, but that really resonated with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cough awkwardly, and unbuckle your seat-belt.</span><br />&quot;Well, uh, let's get some grub then, eh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right, I'm starving.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exit your car as she loses the seat belt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before she opens the car door, however, you open for it her with a mock-bow.</span><br />&quot;M'lady?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grins.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks,&#160;?good sir',&quot; she responds with as much playfulness as your own little tease.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She steps out of your van, her neat boots landing on the old pavement of the parking lot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk through the entrance and see a stand with a woman occupying it in a uniform.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking you to a booth, you and her Sunset realize the cafe is relatively empty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Literally just you and her--other than like, you don't know, two employees?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you sit across your friend, the waitress smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Would you two like any drinks to get started?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Sunset who shrugs.</span><br />&quot;...Do you have any hot tea?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waitress smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We certainly do.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset seems to approve, so you nod your head with a smile.</span><br />&quot;I think we'll have some then, please.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waitress leaves chuckling to herself, then whistles &quot;Can You Feel the Love Tonight?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shimmer rolls her eyes at that playfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wonder if she got the wrong idea?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Does it matter?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She relaxes her shoulders as she lets the quiet and empty cafe relax her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Suppose not,&quot; she says, &quot;...thanks Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clasp your hand over her's reassuringly.</span><br />&quot;If you ever need anything, Sunny--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunny? On to nicknames now?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try not squirm in your seat.</span><br />&quot;Just...I got your back is all, ok?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles affectionately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You recoil your hands back.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset seems very comfortable now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like it when she's relaxed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Why not put a little more icing on the cake?</span><br />&quot;Just so you know, this meal's on me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoa, you don't have to do that, Anon. I can pay for myself, y'know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile smugly.</span><br />&quot;I'm three hundred dollars richer from selling my photo of Spider-Woman. I'm paying and that's final.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes widen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, what? The Bugle bought your photos?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, also interviewed me on my encounter with her too. It's was the front page.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset seems alarmed by this much to your consternation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you're encounter with Spider-Woman? They interviewed you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, yeah, something wrong.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She exhales deeply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, no, just, kinda dangerous, y'know? I knew you took a photo, but I didn't know you were that close?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Caring about my safety? That's new.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's called caring, and friends do that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The footsteps of the waitress signal the approach of the tea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tea cups are tiny and so is the teapot, but you don't mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, here you go! Some freshly brewed tea. Are you all ready to order?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh snap, you forgot about the menu?</span><br />&quot;Uh, one more minute please?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waitress nods and walks off?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset resumes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You're a nice guy, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lips purse in confusion.</span><br />&quot;And I wasn't before?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs at your little quip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, I mean, you always check in on me in the morning, after school?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She carries a thoughtful glint in her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...In fact, you should sit with my friends tomorrow at lunch! How about it?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're taken aback by the offer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting with her? And her friends?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's the biggest honor for any guy at Canterlot High!</span><br />&quot;I'd love to!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face grows cheery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my gosh, I just know you'll love my friends! They're pretty odd, but once you get to know them, you'll love&#160;?em.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Do they bite?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset is about to laugh?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But freezes for a millisecond.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...DUCK!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wait, wha--hwooaaa!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She yanks your under the booth's table before you can register anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's when the entire entrance of the cafe is obliterated by a FUCKING CAR.</span><br />&quot;HOLY SHIT!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Calm down, Anon!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Bitch, a car just got thrown at us and you're telling me to calm down!? YOU CALM THE FUCK DOWN!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She slaps you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Focus!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ow...that...that was really strong?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That slap felt more like a massive punch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jesus, Sunset must be stronger than Brad!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grabs you by the shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dat grip?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I said calm down! I'm gonna see what happened?stay here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before she leaves, you grab her by the arm.</span><br />&quot;Uh, what!? Are you out of your mind!?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of cars colliding outside the building are loud, and with loud, heavy steps...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoever's in this building, SHOW YOURSELF!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That voice!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So familiar, but...it's all super cliche' sounding for a super-villain?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see the shadow of a figure casting it's way down the cafe'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Four long legs seem to be holding something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or someone??</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear police sirens arrive outside that seem to catch the attention of the attacker you've yet been brave enough to catch a glimpse at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You peak out just a little and?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;HOLY SHIT</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the hell!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A green trench coat covers most of the attacker, but it seems there is no shirt underneath it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The coat does, however, conceal the upper body of the maniac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waist is wrapped in this weird metal thing, and out from her back are these...arms?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They move around like mechanical tendrils of a kraken, but seem much more deadlier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did you mention they were massive, too? Cause they are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, the person's not even touching the ground!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The long arms just walk for her like some type of gigantic daddy long-leg of hell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you were to be honest, it looked pretty metal, but also dangerous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But aren't all good things in life?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The head of the attacker was concealed behind thick, black lab goggles, and her hair...was very pretty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can tell by when she moves, you see her breast bare and naked under her trench coat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unf?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That smooth, gray skin?.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She starts to speak loudly in an admittedly cute British accent...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm looking for the one they refer to as Spider-Woman! Whoever hands her to me may live to see tomorrow!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She waits for a response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs.</span><br />&quot;I know she's here! I placed my tracker on her as of last night. Now I ask again...WHERE IS SHE!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit, you and Sunset need to get outta here fast?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Oh my god, where did she go?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE GO!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You peek your head out a little more and hope to spot her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No luck?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Did she just abandon you here?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...After that heart to heart?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, stay calm, Anon, you're ok!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You...You need to focus on escaping first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...or wait for this weird daddy long-leg freak to either walk away or find you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sneak out from under the table as the long-armed attacker looks under the booths on the opposite side of the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly you tip-toe away and...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You step on the shattered glass of a window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The long legged menace whirls around and growls through gritted teeth.</span><br />&quot;Uh, hi?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throat is met with the terribly cold metallic arm around your throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start choking as it lifts you closer to her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She cracks a toothy grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a glint of perverse satisfaction in it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello...handsome,&quot; she says as another metal arm nears close to your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It produces a long blade from it's &quot;palm,&quot; ready to impale itself into your forehead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You proceed to fight for air and a way to escape.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now you wouldn't happen to know where that wretched Spider-Woman is, would you? If you tell me now I'll consider making you...&quot; she nears your face to her own with her mechanical arm and licks your cheek seductively, &quot;...my pet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Boner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boner, stop please.</span><br />&quot;I-I don't know?&quot; you croak.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She frowns.</span><br />&quot;...Pity.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The arm with the blade is about to pierce you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wince as you legitimately think this it it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkDRwiueWb4 [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thick, strand of some sort of web yanks the arm away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Distracted by this, your attacker drops you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Spider-Woman?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look to see where the webbing came from and?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh my god?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman stands with her hands on her heavenly hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good lawdy them hips....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart beats longingly rather than out of fear?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She folds her arms and takes a sassy stance at the mechanical armed terror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, I'm familiar with the term &quot;crashing in&quot; but this is kinda ridiculous, Doc-Ock.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is a lot smoother than you thought it'd be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Younger sounding too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A bit higher and faster than Sunset's own, but just as nice to hear if not a bit more feisty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The trench-coated villain growls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I told you my name is NOT&#160;?Doc-Ock' you insufferable welp! It is Doctor Octopus!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman scoffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pssh, Doc-Ock, Crockpot--it's all the same, right? Huh. Kinda like your outfit. You know, I'd reeaaallly invest in wearing a shirt under that jacket because right now, I can see your boobs. Just sayin'. Like, feel free to keep not wearing one either,&#160;?cause I'm totally cool with that too. Probably as cool as him.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is there anyone else left in this restaurant?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;?Doc-Ock' yells in frustration.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;STOP IGNORING ME!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, she sweeps a load of wooden chairs from any tables at Spider-Woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She acts fast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too fast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She jumps and maneuvers herself so that literally none of the chairs hit her, and lands as gracefully as a ballerina.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That is until her leg is snatched by Doc.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slamming her into the wall, the villainess laughs maniacally as her nemesis shouts in pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to run out of there and let the cops outside help you out, but?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is Spider-Woman! She's your personal hero.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And here she is, getting thrown like a rag doll by a chick with robot tentacles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gotta help her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw a glass from a table at the villain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without her even looking, it's caught by an arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doc turns around and glares at you right before she throws a metallic punch for Spider-Woman's face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh?You like to play rough, huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gulp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to run for cover, but the claws of an arm snaps your shirt collar in its grasp like a snake latches its fangs to a rat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully it tears, and you fall with a thump.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try making a dash to the right, but a metal arm stomps in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Try for the left...same result.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looms over you with a smile that makes you think?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've seen waaaaay too much hentai to know where this is going, so I'll just ask you to stop right there.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...That's what I was gonna say.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh my god you and her kinda sorta finished each other's sentences!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey made herself into the human sling-shot with a large band of web across the sides of the large broken window from the entrance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then launches herself as swooshes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before she makes contact, she readies a fist from below.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;SHOOOOORYUKEN!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The force of the punch causes Doc-Ock to rocket out the back of the establishment where cop cars stand ready, still surrounding the building.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before the cops or Spidey can do anything, she regains her footing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You win this time, Spider-Woman...but know that not only shall I return, but I'll rule the day with a vengeance more swift than even your arachnid abilities cannot comprehend!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, her metallic arms all jump to the roof of a short building?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And another?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And another?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And fuck she got away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand inside the building, looking at Spider-Woman from the broken wall as the police face her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of them grabs their megaphone and tells her to freeze, but she sighs and webs it shut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her posture takes a different stance now--one with more guilt?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She runs back into the building to escape from the entrance where this all began?until she sees you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she does that, she returns to looking more pompous and cheeky in the way she stands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry&#160;?bout that, kid. By the way--I don't recommend throwing glasses at a big-baddy unless you're asking for trouble?&quot; she blows you a kiss, &quot;...but it /was/ kinda nice of you. See ya, cutie!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She runs out and leaps onto a police car's hood and off of it like a spring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While in the air, she lets loose a long strand of web and slings away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Muh heart...&quot;<br /><br />Later...<br /><br />&quot;And that's all, I swear!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...and she blew you a kiss?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Uh, yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The interrogator's brow quirks in disbelief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like &quot;unbelievable!&quot; disbelief, more like &quot;for fuck's sake, I know you didn't read last night&quot; type of disbelief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your interrogator takes off his glasses rubs the sides of his head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, kid, if you're makin' any of this stuff up?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Officer, please! I already told you--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;--Commissioner,&quot; he says while scratching his mustache.</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not an officer, I'm the Commissioner.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan.</span><br />&quot;Whatever! I already told you what happened! After Spider-Woman blew me a kiss, I went and found my friend in the girl's bathroom.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Commissioner looks at you oddly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You get attacked by a shirtless women in a trench coat with four metallic arms that was fighting Spider-Woman...and your first thoughts after seeing that was to go to the girl's bathroom?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes! I mean, no! You see, I was looking for my friend Sunset! She ran off without me noticing and I found her in there.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks at your eyes for a minute, then sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I swear if you're in league with either one of those two women today--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ring of his cell phone interrupts him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After looking at the ID of the number, her rolls his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He proceeds to look at the one-sided mirror and grumbles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excuse me, son, but I need to take this?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, sure?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He answers his phone.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heya, Pumpkin, how're you doin' behind the mirror?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sounds jaded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bet it's his wife.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...No honey, like I said before, you're not allowed in here. How'd you even get in? I told all my cops not to let you inside no matter what!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear the sheepish laughter of a woman on the other line.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Definitely a wife.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Barbara, you need to stop abusing your status! You can't keep saying that it's alright for you to come in&#160;?because I said so'!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Barbara?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd guess his wife's a bit older with that kind of name.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What's that? You think who's cute?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Commissioner scowls at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shite, mang.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put your hands up defensively.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't look at me like that boi, I don't want dat eighteen hundred's poosay.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Yeah, well he goes where you'll be goin' soon, so talk to&#160;?im there. Now let daddy do his work, ok? Yeah, yeah, I love ya too. Bye, hun.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;?Where you'll be going soon'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ha.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cause she's old.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuckin' savage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He hangs up and is met with a bemused look on your face.</span><br />&quot;Daddy? Where you'll be going soon? Dang, man, I ain't gonna judge your taste in women, but--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's my daughter.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Excuse me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sips his coffee mug and sets it down, turning it around to show you the words &quot;World's Best Father&quot; on it.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My daughter. She'll be entering Canterlot High soon. Says her current school's too preppy for her. I agree.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quick! Think of something fast!</span><br />&quot;Oh really? Well, uh, I go to Canterlot High! Neat, eh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know. I have your files.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh. Uh, guess I forgot?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The commissioner puts his glasses back on as he stands up with a yawn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, I know you're no troubled kid, alright? I've seen my fair share of troubled kids long, long ago in this City,&quot; his eyes seem distant at that last part, &quot;but I want you to stay that way. By staying out of trouble. Oh, and if you meet my daughter...don't you dare hit on her.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up with a nod of understanding.</span><br />&quot;Yes sir, Officer Gordon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He grumbles as he opens the door.</span><br />&quot;It's Commissioner Gordon, Anon?You and Sunset are free to leave now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smirks under his mustache.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just try and make a better excuse for leaving school with her other than&#160;?she was down', will ya?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh carefully.</span><br />&quot;Heh. Yes, sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He pats you on the back as you leave the place with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm kiddin'. Don't worry about it, I'll see what I can do. See ya around, son.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The day after that point on was simply you at home, reading more about how you--the man with the first decent photo of the Spider-Woman--has met her again after being attacked by both her and Doc-Ock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Attacked by Spider-Woman....and Doc-Ock....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking modern-journalism, man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today has barely begun, but walking into the school was refreshing?in the way that it wasn't at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hallways were quiet as you entered--probably because they heard what happened with you and Sunset yesterday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's alright, you think the silence is nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It'd be nicer if you weren't mad at Sunset, but nooooo!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She abandoned you! Left you for dead!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bet Spider-Woman wouldn't leave someone they cared about behind, especially after that deep talk the two of you had!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;YOU BOUGHT HER LUNCH, GODDAMMIT!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If it weren't for Spider-Woman...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Spider-Woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh at your locker as even Flash and his friends back off for once.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rest your head against it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;My god, you haven't crushed on someone so hard since you first met Shimmer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's getting really bad now, you're obsessed with her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remember how she looked perfect from right down to her perfect hair to her amazing hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Last night was a great fap thanks to this imagery?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her attitude, her voice, and her body are all so fucking perfect!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One thing that sticks out was the moment where she saw Doc-Ock get away, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;During those few seconds, it was like her whole demeanor changed from a witty web-slinger to a guilty and depressed girl with a hint of longing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That irks you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thought that seeing Spider-Woman even more closely would make you see some answers...but you only have more questions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why was she so down?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What are her reasons?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another thing that stuck out was what she said to you before zipping away via web-slinging.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Calling you a cutie, bending over and blowing you a kiss?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By god that was like a second sexual awakening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not one to have fully-fledged fantasies over girls, but you have been, and it's making you feel...weird.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can even picture it now: after swinging off, she swings you up with her and takes you to an abandoned roof, makes a few jokes, then?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, why weren't you at the steps today?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your thoughts are cut off as you startle off your locker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset stands with a worried look on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have a scowl on yours.</span><br />&quot;Oh, I dunno. Guess I just left you there, huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab your books from your locker and promptly leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to stride off until she rests a hand on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, what's wrong?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's obvious.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs and follows you down the hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shouldn't she be heading to class?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, Anon, I'm sorry, but I swore you were right behind me!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh? Then why didn't you nudge me before running off? Why didn't you tell me to follow you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I did!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoff.</span><br />&quot;When? Right after I said you were crazy for wanting to get out from our spot and we should hide where we were?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She falters.</span><br />&quot;Look, Sunny, I'm not mad at you for abandoning me, what really hurts is that I did that all for you, THEN you left.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, it's not like that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grabs on to your arm desperately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn what a strong grip?</span><br />&quot;Oh? What was it like?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I already told you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yank your arm out of her hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was oddly difficult though, like your sleeve was sticking to her.</span><br />&quot;Look, I'll listen when you start talking to me about why you're so secretive, and start actually communicating with me! Got it!?!?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're up in her face at this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She retaliates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why do you care!? If I don't want to talk about it, then why can't you leave it alone!?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I can't believe that you still don't get it! Everyday I see you come to school, battered and limping with bruises all over, and when I ask, you never talk! Never! Then, right as you cry on me, I take you out to get food because I want you to feel better, and I hate it when you're so sad every morning! I CARE ABOUT YOU! I LIKE YOU!!!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face goes from angry to shocked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Oh my god.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And every time I try to push those feelings to be your friend, I CAN'T! You're always putting so much responsibility in things you won't share! Why!? How can we even be friends if you don't tell me how you feel!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes start to stream tears as an audience forms of students in the hall.</span><br />&quot;Can't you just talk to me!? Tell me how you feel, let me help you, anything! I care! I don't know what makes you think it's wrong to tell me about what's happening, but I care, Sunset!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset's head hangs low as her hair covers her face.</span><br />&quot;Please! Just talk to me! I...I'm worried about you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks up at you, eyes watering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wordlessly, she quickly pulls you into a hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, Anon, but I just can't.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She walks off, hands covering her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart aches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Badly.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit outside for lunch while eating on the stairs your so often visit Sunset at in the morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wouldn't be able to go in without longingly watching her talk with her friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Besides, the weather wasn't too bad out other than the extreme wind and dark, cloudy skies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You eat your square pizza in hopes it makes you feel better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wallow in loneliness, mentally cursing yourself out for what you just did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Confessing your love like that in front of everyone, making Sunset cry, shattering your only friendship?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just destroyed any chances of you and her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wipe some excess tears away.</span><br />&quot;God, I'm fucking stupid?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ya have no idea, partner&quot; says a voice of a girl, her voice rather country-esque in tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doors to the school close as Applejack stands over you from the steps.</span><br />&quot;You going to cuss me out for yelling at Sunny?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunny? Ya have a nickname for&#160;?er now? Guess ya'll were closer than I thought.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not really.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her emerald eyes and sits next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Looky here, Anon--she's got some issues to deal with of her own right now, alright? And ya know what? I'm sure she didn't mean to leave ya'll alone back at that Cafe, but ya just gotta move on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You set your finished tray of food down on the ground.</span><br />&quot;Look, I appreciate you trying to talk to me and make things right, but I caused too much harm at this point. No coming back from this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack raises a brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I really doubt that. You seem awfully attached to someone like her, and I can see ya wantin' to apologize and such.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Applejack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her outfit is cute, and her eyes are warm and inviting?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The build of her body is also very intimidating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's got fantastic muscles and well toned legs under her denim skirt, and your favorite trait of all?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dem motherly, heavenly, child-bearing hips?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, are ya checkin' me out?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whoops...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and bury your face into your hands.</span><br />&quot;Uh, no, I just thought you looked pretty...Sorry. I'm really out of sorts is all. Just...I don't know, I'm kinda?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lonely?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, and spooked from nearly being kidnapped by Doc-Ock to be her sex slave...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her.</span><br />&quot;Yeah. That was a thing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack lets out a tiny laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh. Guess that Doc's got some taste after all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, did you just compliment her as a means to compliment me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know...were ya just checkin' me out?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just got busted...</span><br />&quot;N-no...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And people say I'm a bad liar. Guess that means ya like what ya see though, huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your cheeks feel hot.</span><br />&quot;Are you asking me if I enjoyed checking you out?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles and tips her stetson.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? A girl can't hear a few compliments every once and awhile?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I...uh, is this what flirting feels like?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno, is it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles cheekily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whew lad?</span><br />&quot;Uh, you really want to know what I was thinking?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eeyup! Don't hold back none, neither. I wanna hear what ya'll boys /really/ think of me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The blush on your face could not be more noticeable.</span><br />&quot;Ok, the first thing I noticed is that you have a really nice face?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, my face was the first thing ya looked at?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile sheepishly.</span><br />&quot;Is it that corny?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A little, but go on...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a breath.</span><br />&quot;Your eyes are really pretty. They seem, I dunno, inviting? Comfortable? They put me at ease when I look at them, I guess...I also like your hat. It fits your sense of character.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles at that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This hat means more than ya realize, lemme tell ya?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I figured. Your hair is also nice, and I like the way you put it together: simply.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clear your throat awkwardly.</span><br />&quot;Any&#160;?other' traits you want to hear?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack grows a smug grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod shakily.</span><br />&quot;O-ok?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is making your heart beat like a damn drummer?</span><br />&quot;Uh, your, you know, boobs? They're a good size that fits your athletic body. They're big, but nothing crazy. And your hips?&quot; you wipe the sweat forming on your brow, &quot;I could hold onto to&#160;?em forever?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack scoots next to you, eyes half-lidded and a smirk that makes your heart thump.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You're not too bad yourself, cutie.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that she stands up and walks back into the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the hell just happened?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The school day is over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You haven't seen Sunset since earlier, and your penis is confused thanks to Applejack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to push these thoughts out of your head though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need to take pictures after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pictures of Spider-Woman!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It is your job, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Exiting the front doors of the school building and you're greeted with the same cloudy weather from lunch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today's been confusing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk to your van tiredly, just wanting the day to end already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But nope, you gotta go downtown and ask for eyewitnesses on where they see Spider-Woman again?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Marc the hobo said he saw her at other places on Wednesdays like today, but he'd only tell you for a good sum of cash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess you'll ask him again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He abides in the East part of downtown, the part with more crime.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can take care of yourself though, you've had to since mom left you and Dad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Entering your van, your switch the ignition on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Carefully you pull out of the school's parking and into the busy road.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Downtown is twenty or so minutes from here, so you should be there by 3:30 p.m. if traffic is generous?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The parking meter is filled with cash, and your van is locked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hope no one steals it, but there'd be nothing much value in the car to steal anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh no, you stole my textbook?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;My, what a shocker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand on the cracked sidewalk littered with garbage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The air in the East side always smells funky, funkier than the rest of downtown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The more clean parts of the city smell odd, like smoke and city-food with a hint sweat depending on the weather, but the East side smells just gross.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sweat, sewage, mold?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The scents change wherever you go, but they always remain unpleasant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Walking down the street is also dangerous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The alleys of the deteriorating &quot;homes&quot; have plenty of stories to tell, but none that deserve to be experienced.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least it was day still.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This place is dangerous at night, and you'd know?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After several minutes, you head to the old &quot;Donut Joe's&quot; building.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was a hit in the old days you hear, but the chef himself changed locations.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one ever bought the building, so they just kind of left it here to rot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is where you visit Marc.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Walking into the smelly and collapsing building, you walk into the diner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There he is, snoozing away in a sleeping bag on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake him a little to stir him up.</span><br />&quot;Marc, wake up. It's me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He grumbles in his sleep.</span><br />&quot;Marc. Get up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You talk quietly so he's not woken up too suddenly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He groans tiredly after you shake him a bit more, but ultimately wakes up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wha--? Oh. Hey, kid. Whatcha want know, huh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Info. On Sunday you said you know another location she frequents on Wednesdays. I got money if you got the truth.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He rolls his sleepy eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, for once you should just stop and say hi. I'd like that.&quot;</span><br />&quot;If you tell me where to find her, then I'll see what I can do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He stands up from his sleeping bag, and the smell of piss, body odor, and shit disgustingly waft up your nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try not to gag, but your eyes water at the smell.</span><br />&quot;Maybe I can also give you a place to bathe?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Marc laughs with his broken-tooth smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nah, I'm alright. I use the big kitchen sink in this place. The rustiness of the water really helps the pores.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Haha gross.</span><br />&quot;Sheesh. Well, look, I have cash on me right here and right now. If you tell me the truth, you get the money.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The homeless man strokes his disgusting and tangled beard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, every night down by Carmine Apartments, the house is covered in thick and gooey stuff. I say it's web, but no one believes me...buuuut?.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From his pocket, he pulls out a dirty map of the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He points to Carmine apartments on it, and drags to an area he circled in the last of what was red ink in a near-empty marker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the map, it says &quot;Larson Theater&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She swings from the apartments to the theater, but anywhere else before or after those places I don't know,&quot; he admits, &quot;If you're feeling ballsy though, you could probably meet her on the roof.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly place a good hundred and fifty dollar bills into his palm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hobos don't use credit or paychecks as we know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pat Marc on the shoulder.</span><br />&quot;We'll talk soon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He crawls back into his sleeping back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lookin' forward to it.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exit the old diner and race to your car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A chance to meet Spider-Woman again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit, yes!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh how you've yearned for this chance!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You waste no time and turn on the engine of your van.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Carmine apartments?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have no idea where that is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You click on your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;7 missed calls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll check&#160;?em after getting directions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you pull up to a red light, you turn on Siri.</span><br />&quot;Siri, where is Carmine Apartments.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Give me a second?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The directions are found shortly, and the light turns green.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, time to listen to the voicemail of these seven missed calls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first one is Dad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He starts out by burping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, hey Anon...I'm sorry I won't be coming home tonight, but,uh...I'm a bit drunk and I'm in a velociraptor costume...and, like, I dunno this bitch but she's pretty good at sucking dick, so expect me hungover tomorrow.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He hangs up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good old dad?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You check the next message.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Number Unknown?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You play it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eep!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silence, but the caller hasn't hung up yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice sounds cute and timid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Oh, sorry. I just really don't like it when the phone makes that noise before leaving a message. I always try to prepare myself for it, but I jump every time it plays and--oh my, I forgot! I'm Fluttershy, one pf Sunset Shimmer's friends.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hell does she have your number for?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;HOW does she even have it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know you and Sunset had a fight and that Applejack tried to make you feel better, but I just wanted to tell you that Sunset is really, really sorry for what she did, and I think the two of you should talk. I mean, you don't have to, but it'd probably be more nice if you did? Oh, and I didn't know your number by the way, so I looked through the school books and I found your cell. I don't mean to be creepy, but you know?Please at least try to talk with Sunset, Anon. She's so sad.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hangs up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was...interesting.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head to the next message.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first sound is the troubled and hiccuping breath of a crying girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder who this is?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my god, Anon! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have done that! I can't believe what I did! I'm so, so sorry!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sobs her words into the phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I wanna tell you, a-and I really think you're great too, but,&quot; she sniffles into a tissue, &quot;you're one of my best friends, and I don't wanna stop our friendship!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull over to the side of the road and put your head on the steering wheel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A wave of guilt engulfs you as you continue to listen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please, Anon! Please! I miss you so much! I promise I'll talk to you more, I'll never leave you alone like that again, just please call me!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your chest hearts with an ache that refuse to leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tear droplets fall onto your lap as you continue to hear her misery.</span><br />&quot;God dammit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn off your phone and sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Are you ok to drive??</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue to drive to Carmine Apartments.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Carmine Apartments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks pretty mellow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's five to ten minutes outside of the city, but still close enough to be considered within it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was not exactly safe as the West side of town, but it certainly was no East side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Basically, no need to feel uncomfortable here at night because this area's relatively calm with its crime...and Spider-Woman is also there if your assumptions are correct.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thanks Marc.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You owe him lunch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit in the parking lot of the apartments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pretty standard looking, and nothing particularly sticks out about them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab your camera to be ready, just in case.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The time is 4:20 p.m.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blaze it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle at your little joke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If last time waiting was any indicator, waiting for a Spider-Vigilante is gonna take some time. It took til 10:30 at night till you were able to catch her on Sunday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait a minute...Carmine Apartments to the Larson Theater.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get out your own map of the city.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like Marc labeled his map with a location, you should probably try to mark areas she's spotted at as well?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a red pen from your backpack, you remove the cap and circle where you last spotted her on the fire escape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you see her here and at the theater, then you'll be sure to mark these locations too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For now, you must wait.</span><br /><br />&quot;I should really find a better way of finding her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grumble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Four hours have passed, and yet you still don't see her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are determined though, especially after what Marc said.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The roofs in this area are low, and there are no buildings to web-sling on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you should hide on the roof?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nah, she'd spot you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The theater is closer to town, so she must come from--if Marc's words are to be believed--the apartments, then makes her way into town.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So yeah, you should be able to follow her in your van once you spot her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Follow her in your van.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Note to self: try being less creepy if you actually meet her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman immediately jumps onto the roof from the direction of the theater.\</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;WAIT.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;SHE CAME FROM THE OPPOSITE WAY!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;GODDAMNIT MARK!!!!!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;YOU WERE GONNA FOLLOW HER HIPS IN YOUR VAN!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Man, you're scaring yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quickly you shuffle to grab your camera, and step out of the car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;1?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;2?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;3?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Say cheese, Spidey!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The figure recoils at the flash of the camera.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once she sees you there, she immediately turns back from the direction she came.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you CAN make her go to theater.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You immediately head into your car, and start to pursue her from outside of the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She runs on the roofs of small houses, shops, but?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lose her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slam your fist against the steering wheel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you got one picture.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can only hope she heads back to the theater now as you drive your way to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Wait a minute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is that smoke?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;About a few blocks down there's a shit load of smoke?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drive towards it and your fears are confirmed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A big fire.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The building is a large apartment building, one that is big enough to be in the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because at this point after chasing Spidey, you kinda are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Outside of the building is a good number of people covered in scorches and ash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fire department barely arrived, it seems, but you pull over anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stepping out of the car, you make your way to the people.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A forty year old man coughing wildly tries desperately to break free of two firefighters' hold on him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;MY DAUGHTER! I HAVE TO GET HER OUT, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! SHE'S ONLY SIX, SHE'S DYING IN THERE!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sir, it's too dangerous to go in now! You need to--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's dragged off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the building?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doesn't look like a super-hero with a knack for shooting webs is gonna be here any soon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This looks like it'll be on the Bugle tomorrow?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait a minute?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab out your camera.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...A few more times just to be safe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cli--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You refrain from taking another picture as you look at a window near the fourth floor of the building.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A little girl screams for dear life from it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit is that the man's daughter?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You immediately go up to a fire-man.</span><br />&quot;Dude! There's still a little girl inside! Look!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You show him on your camera, and he looks at you sadly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We can't go up there--too likely it'll collapse any second now?&quot;</span><br />&quot;But she's going to die! Do something!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I CAN'T!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He glares at you with sad eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hang your head low.</span><br />&quot;It's too late for her...?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fireman nods.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fireman nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, kid, but we can't go up there without a near-certain chance of us gettin' killed..&quot;</span><br />&quot;I see?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push him out of your way and dart straight to the building of fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Three firemen go after you, but your too fast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you enter the building, you're skin is hot and the walls are burning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your ears ache of the fire alarm is blaring, and the white light it constantly flashes disorients you as much as the smoke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Parts of the hallway are being cooked, and the wires from the walls blowing out into sparks that singe your arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is a nasty fire?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The look for any signs that tell where the stairs are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're all burnt off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wipe the sweat off your brow and hope to spot it soon enough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run to the left of the hall, opening whatever doors you can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you find the stairs, but the higher up it goes, the more smoke there is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Do you even remember what floor the girl was on?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're guessing it's the fourth floor if your memory serves right...but you don't really know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run up the nearly destroyed stairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First floor?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Second floor?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Third floor?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fourth floor!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hope to god this is it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hallway is dangerously narrow, and flaming pieces of wood and other debris that have fallen from either a light explosion block your path to the long passageway of the apartment rooms' doors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to yell if anyone is still there.</span><br />&quot;HEY! LITTLE GIRL ARE YOU OK!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HEEEELP!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your voice just barely covers the fire alarm, but you doubt you'll be able to yell again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smoke you inhaled before was already making you dizzy, but you just yelled at the top of your lungs, breathing in a large amount of smoke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin coughing with teary-eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't see!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The more you cough, the more smoke enters your body, and the more it enters your body, the more you cough.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet despite how harshly you cough, you're just as harsh about giving up a little girl's life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kick the debris out of your way despite barely finding the strength.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doors!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow the sound of the screams from the little girl as the flaming walls singe your clothes and parts of your hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The heat is so intense that it burns your skin, but you're so close to saving her!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this point, you hear the screaming of a little girl behind one of the doors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Door number 195.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like your locker number?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to attempt another scream to let the girl know you're there.</span><br />&quot;HEY! HEY I'M COMING!!!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bad idea...you're coughing so hard you're about to puke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gather as much saliva as you can spit the smoke out of your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It works only a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slam your shoulder into the door to break it open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scream in pain as it fails immensely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The scream only cause even MORE smoke into your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're eyes are streaming with tears so much that the world is just a weird blur of fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to study the handle of the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kick besides the locked handle instead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This brings the door down with more success.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you enter the room, you see the girl by the window, shrieking madly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, not really see the girl, you THINK you see the girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hardly SEE anything at the moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're coughing and the bright fires make sure to help ruin your sight, and the smoke not only clouds much of your view, but also makes you choke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a brief moment though, the smoke clears and you see the shape of the girl...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks familiar...</span><br />&quot;Sunset...?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's engulfed in smoke again and you charge to the direction you saw her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smoke clears again and this time your mind does not deceive you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a six year-old girl, and her face is smeared in black from the smoke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She cries by the window for help until she sees you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod and leaning out of the window as well and look desperately for a fire escape?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There isn't one?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the fact you're 30 meters up the building, there is no fire escape at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This place will be getting some lawsuits, that's for sure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The stairs which you came up from are your only option.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoop up the child and carry her under you so that she is shielded by your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You escape the room just in time as it collapses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was close?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run to the staircase once again--it's fallen apart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're stuck up here!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not dumb enough to take the elevator either, so there's nowhere to go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run around the hall trying to avoid the flames from the walls and find an escape route.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No luck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand, holding the girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tears from the smoke are replaced with ones of guilt.</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girl cries as she nuzzles into your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a minute, you just accept your fate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, think of all the things you could've done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One day you could've wrote that book about Dad, maybe visit Russia?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...or you could've made amends with Sunset.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right when you're about to go down the first flight of stairs, part of the ceiling hits your back, tumbling you down the flaming stairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girl is protected as you use yourself as a body shield, but you're injured BADLY.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scream in agony, but smoke starts to pool within your lungs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes are watering, you can't see anything, yet you hold the girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You stand up, but end up shouting from the pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Again, more smoke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't breath?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the end, isn't it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The last moments of your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crouch over the child as you curl up around her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're at least gonna give this child a chance to live.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're so sorry, Sunny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So, so sorry?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just wanted to be closer, but you just ruined everything because of it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never thought you'd feel so cold and empty while dying in a burning building...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A song plays in your head as you think of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one you played before taking her to the cafe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's Always a Woman to Me&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...She was always a woman to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset, you mean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're sorry Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you'll never have any idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait patiently for your demise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pull of something from behind you startles you and the child.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's web!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She came!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman yanks her web back and reels you in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Follow me!&quot; she shouts urgently</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's no humor in her voice unlike your last encounter with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She drags you and the child to a room and, with her shoulder, breaks down the locked door effortlessly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She points to a window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's gonna be our way out! Just hang on to me, ok?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and the girl nod while coughing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both cling to her for dear life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then jumps out of the open window and shoots a long rope of web from the top of the building.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a bungee-rope, it take you down to the ground safely?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When your clammy skin meets the cold air of the night and you experience the clean air, you start to shiver in a cold sweat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So does the little girl.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and the her let go of Spidey once safe on the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A parent immediately picks up the girl in fear of Spider-Woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just stand in front of her as she looks at you silently.</span><br />&quot;Uh...Nice to see you again.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs wearily, yet she has this hint of relief and humor added to it's weariness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just hug me, will ya?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You oblige way too quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sling your arms around her and pull her into you, but not too much so that anything's touching?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...But she does.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you and her pull back, she whispers something in your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Larson Theater. Tomorrow at 8:00 p.m.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, she shoots her web and sling off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What happened next went by like a blur?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The firemen gave you a mask to breathe oxygen, you were on the news yet AGAIN, and then you went home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As of now, you lay on your bed, ruminating what just happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost died.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And now you're having a date with Spider-Woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, not a date, but...you know?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you look at your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You wanna talk to Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Say how sorry you feel, tell her how you miss her--all that jazz.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go to your contacts and begin to call.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Voicemail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dammit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You speak anyways.</span><br />&quot;Hey, Sunny...I, uh?.hey?.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is hard.</span><br />&quot;....Look, I know I've been hard on you and I realize that we might've had a big fight, but...I'm sorry. I can't even begin to tell you how much I;m sorry for yelling at you, being all up in your face like that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the massive buckets of tears you had from the fire's smoke earlier, it seems that you still have plenty more to shed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God dammit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a fucking night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the massive buckets of tears you had from the fire's smoke earlier, it seems that you still have plenty more to shed.</span><br />&quot;I was in a fire today and I thought I wouldn't make it. I-I mean, really thought I wouldn't make it, even more than when we were at the cafe...I remember seeing your face in the smoke, and when I thought I was going to die--I remember thinking of how much I missed you...Is it strange to say the fire reminded me of you? I mean, not just because of your hair of course, but in like, I dunno, a spiritual way?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man you sound crazy.</span><br />&quot;Like, the fire just kept getting brighter and brighter, showing me more things to see, but yet it's smoke then hides it and made it impossible to reach...But you know that from that smoke is a light that is strange and beautiful as it is dangerous. I feel like I'm an early human discovering fire for the first time with you...and when I'm without you?&quot; you sob &quot;...it's just so damn cold.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wipe your tears.</span><br />&quot;I guess I'll maybe see you tomorrow. See you later...I hope.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hang up and fall into a deep sleep.</span><br />&quot;...Fuck.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wake up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is it morning?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at your alarm clock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It says it is...5:30 a.m.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was Dad going to be home this morning?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, yeah...he's not.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting laid or something like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stretch and rise from your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Your phone has no messages.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset hasn't responded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you'll talk at school with each other?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You recall that Fluttershy had called you at one point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't remember when; too tired right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exit your room in nothing but your robe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's comfy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too comfy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could use some music to wake up to?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dad keeps a radio on the kitchen table, so hey, why not?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tune in to a random station.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y983TDjoglQ&quot; [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, nope?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try another one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hn-enjcgV1o&quot; [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uh, another one?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kI3MwwWYC3Q&quot; [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to change the channel?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just stare with sad, angry eyes at the radio.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God must be laughing his ass off right now.</span><br />&quot;...God dammit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't turn it off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You listen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To the whole song.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cease yourself from any sniffling and pick up your phone to play your own music.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your met with the home screen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;3:23 a.m.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Wait a minute...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You return to your room and look at your alarm clock once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still 5:30 a.m.!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grumble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Great.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess you'll set an alarm on your phone to wake you up?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wrap yourself in your covers once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sleep tries its hardest to take you but...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Oh god you're stuck thinking about Sunset</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tonight's gonna be a long one, isn't it?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hours later?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not good at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leave the house and enter your car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're eyes are bloodshot and the purple circles have failed to fade away from them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So tired?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You haven't fallen back to sleep yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It really is time for school this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ha!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel like you're going crazy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't stop thinking about her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;About how hard you messed up with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did you shave?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know you showered, but did you shave?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rub your hand on your jaw and neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nope.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess you'll be going to school with a five o'clock shadow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your driving is awful, but fuck it--school is waiting and shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A good ten minutes and some near-accidents on the road and you're there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...At the parking lot of the school, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You check the sign.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, right place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Do you really want to go talk to her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What if she's pissed at you and wants you dead?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What if you guys start talking, but it becomes more awkward forever?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slap yourself in the non-shaven face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man up, Anon!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Fuck, you're tired.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yawn and proceed out of your vehicle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You must look tired, because passing students are staring at you like you're a zombie from Zimbabwe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A Zimbabwie?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, one of those.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop at the steps that lead to the school doors like you always do and set your backpack down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe Sunset won't show up, maybe she will...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It all depends on if she comes off of the bus, you guess.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait for the city bus she takes to reach that stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Out from it comes a sad looking Sunset Shimmer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's bruised and tired like you, but is more visibly hurting from sores.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her limp has improved, but you can see a big welt on the side of her cheek?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a massive punch...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yikes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She crosses the street as her eyes finally catch you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops, not knowing what to do as you both stare at each other from a distance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally she decides to continue walking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops and sits at the steps next to you and setting her own backpack down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a moment of silence?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it is quickly broken with a tight hug and a few tears given from both parties of you and her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold each other tightly, not wanting to let go.</span><br />&quot;I'm so, so sorry I ruined&#160;?us'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hug only tightens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're an idiot if you think we're&#160;?ruined', and especially if you think you're the only one who should apologize.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is a nice hug?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In it, no boundaries are safe as to two of you are pressing right up against each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither of you care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both just missed the feeling of another at your sides.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The school'll be having rumors about you two for weeks, but who even cares right now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles as her tears flow down the back of your shirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...So I guess you figured I got your message from last night?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both begin to pull back from the hug and set aside each other.</span><br />&quot;Yeah...I shouldn't of compared you to the fire that tried to kill me. I was just emotional and...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hand places itself on top of your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't apologize for that Anon. What you said was the most touching thing anyone has ever said to me. You're one of the nicest people I'm lucky to have met.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;You know I saved a girl from a fire? Does that also make me a nice guy?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her soggy eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;According to the papers, Spider-Woman had to save you too?some even say you hugged her.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Seriously? Like, for real?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod sheepishly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gosh that's gotta be like a dream come true, huh? Wow?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, it really was? she called me a cutie, you know. At the cafe and stuff.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset chuckles lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I read it in the bugle. Crazy you've been in the paper three days in a row all for things involving Spider-Woman,&quot; she says with a mockingly suspicious tone in her voice and sighs, &quot;at this point I wouldn't be surprised if you were her.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Psh.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I'd totally be her. You know, because I have a body of an amazingly beautiful woman with hips of steel and perfection, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh, yeah, guess you don't have her body...wait, did you just call her beautiful?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You whistle as you recall how fantastic her figure was.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, like, it just seemed perfect, you know? Perfect shape, perfect butt, breasts, and you know what else?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Her hips?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap your fingers and give her the finger guns.</span><br />&quot;Ya know it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a blush on Sunset's face now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's undeniably cute, but as much as you like to see her like this, it probably means you're creeping her out.</span><br />&quot;Uh, too much?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Er, no, no, you can keep going...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Keep going?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;If her face wasn't red enough already, it'd have to be by now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, if you want, that is! I was, uh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives up trying to explain herself with shrug with an apologetic smile.</span><br />&quot;...You know, yesterday Applejack was talking with me right here. She asked me...things?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Things? Like&#160;?thing' things or just things?&quot;</span><br />&quot;The first one. She caught me checking her out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset cracks out a laugh, but it sounds a bit fake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost offended.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooooh boy...I hope for your sake you at least admitted to it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod wearily.</span><br />&quot;I did. Her response was?interesting.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems wary now, but holds a false smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How interesting are we talking here?&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;...She made me tell her what I looked at.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes are narrowed, but her face still holds the facade.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find yourself nervous.</span><br />&quot;She said I wasn't bad myself and left,&quot; you murmur.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...huh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face is boiling with rage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is she jealous?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wouldn't that mean she likes you though?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she doesn't like you....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she's just jealous because of reasons.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know, like when that one person crushes on you that you hate, but when they move on, you're kinda jealous?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, maybe it's like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though you're usually not the object of affection?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Are you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The five minute bell rings and you and Sunny startle at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So loud you could hear the damn thing outside?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both immediately grab your backpacks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet before you enter the building?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Remember when I offered you to sit with us at the cafe?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Offer still stands?.and you can let go of my hand now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What? Oh! Uh, sorry?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't be.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, she heads up the steps and into the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're smiling so hard that even a man with facial paralysis forced to smile eternally would tell you to take it easy.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fifth period--Advanced Uber AP U.S. History.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This class is tough, but not for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;History was always a strong point, and as long as you do your homework in here, you're set.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the period before lunch and one of the few classes taught by Principal Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like her class and teaching style.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In this class, you primarily go by two books you use as a replacements for history textbooks: &quot;A People's History of the United States&quot; by Howard Zinn and &quot;Lies My Teacher Told Me&quot; by James W. Loewen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reading them, according to Ms. Celestia, gives you all a more authentic view, and will show you why history textbooks are the worst thing for American youth to read.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At first you thought it was kinda silly of her, but as you find out more and more, the clearer it becomes that textbooks are absolute shit and don't want to teach you true history.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Funny thing; this is the smallest class as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Four students including you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your classmates were Snips, Snails, and Derpy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No more, no less.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was an advanced class, so it makes sense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An Advanced Uber AP U.S. History, to be specific.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a name like that, it's bound to scare off most students.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rumor is Twilight already got this credit as a freshmen at Crystal Prep, but you don't know how true that is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It would explain why the smartest girl in the school is not in the toughest history class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But Snips and Snails.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How they got in here, you don't know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy, on the other hand, is apparently a genius though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She knows so much details about history that it's like she's seen it herself play before her silly eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's cute too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd definitely date her if your heart wasn't where it's at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, Celestia places the marker down as the notes she has on the board linger waiting to be erased.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a collected smile, she nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And that is it for today. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your hand as does Derpy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lower yours to be polite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia chooses her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like Snips and Snails were gonna provide mind-blowing commentary?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, Muffins?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy gasps excitedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! Uh, yeah, why did they?.uh, when Russia decided to?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She twiddles her thumbs and blushes with a cute giggle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I actually just kinda raised my hand because Anon did?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia pats Derpy on the shoulder with a knowing smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then goes over to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I guess that leaves you the only one with a question then, correct?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod timidly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swallow the lump in your throat as she stares at you with her violet eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Celestia has this...presence about her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Luna has it too, but you deal with Ms. Celestia on a daily schedule.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know why too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's body was great.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A woman in her physical prime with great beauty and a motherly nature to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You never had a mommy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stories are often told through the echoes of the school hallways of the reactions people have when finding about she and Luna's occupation as school principals instead of super-models.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you believe them all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Celestia's physique is very fit and healthy from multiple yoga classes and afternoon jogs after a long day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stands at a tall 6 feet and 7 inches--a mere three inches taller than her equally as stunning sister who got you out of your own locker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're talking about Ms. Luna, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Luna's body. while by no means less athletic, is not as muscular as her older sister's, but toned nonetheless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's more slim, but not like the sports captain Rainbow Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's got the body of a swimmer, but if she actually does swim in her own time is a mystery to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like&#160;?em tall?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Anonymous? Are you ok, honey?&quot; asks a concerned Ms. Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap out of your own thoughts at the sound of her voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whoops?</span><br />&quot;Uh, sorry, been a long few days?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Celestia sympathetically looks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's alright, Anon. I'm sure it's been a little traumatic. I can only imagine being in that fire...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She baps your head playfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You brave klutz.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rolls your eyes away from her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now don't you or Sunset ever feel afraid to talk to me at anytime. My doors are always open as are Luna's...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then recalls something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, well not today she isn't. She came home in a raptor costume last night?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A raptor costume?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like the one Dad said he was wearing when he...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, you hope your Dad did not just fuck one of your principals.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then it again...he /is/ your Dad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy smiles in her seat next to you and scoots closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! You could talk to me, too! I'm good at talking, you know?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile from the affectionate love you're given.</span><br />&quot;Thanks. I'll keep that in mind...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They have no idea that you were just thinking about hotties, but their concern for you is genuine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Makes you feel guilty for thinking about Ms. Celestia's big ol' titties while she was right in front of you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;BRRR~RRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIING</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bell rings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally time for lunch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick up your things and rise from your desk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Snips and Snails left almost instantly, and Derpy hopped off in hopes of muffins in the cafeteria already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's just you about to leave the classroom and Ms. Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head for the door and--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, can you please stay for a minute?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uh oh.</span><br />&quot;Sure, no problem.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You approach her carefully.</span><br />&quot;It's not something bad, is it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Celestia grins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you consider hugs bad?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head a prominent no.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She holds her arms out and smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't do your homework tonight. Catch up some sleep, alright sweetie? Now give me a hug.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush.</span><br />&quot;Yes Mom.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You freeze as your blood runs cold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit, did you just??</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just fucked up, didn't you?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the end, isn't it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Celestia stares at you bewildered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes are a bit wide, but she's not disgusted?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The look of shock turns to that of mild surprise...then she smiles warmly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You poor thing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hugs you in what must've been the most pleasant hug felt by you other than Sunset's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad never hugged you because he smelled like Mexican food and Big Belly Burgers after work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's warm, soft, inviting, and feels very natural.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You also felt her wide hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were god-tier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like Spider-Woman's but with more wisdom behind them if that makes any sense...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dang, you're a creepy motherfucker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Literally.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk out of the school kitchen and walk out to the cafeteria with a feeling of fuzziness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel so...so?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Mellow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's the word you're looking for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mellow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think Celestia just decided to become your surrogate mother-figure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This works out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna already got you out of lockers and shit like a mother bird too, so dual mom power for the win.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Life is good and things are coming back together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enter the lunchroom with your lunch bag.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The table that most men in the school can only dream of sitting at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The table of the Rainbooms?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Any student that is not you or the Rainbooms continue to talk and chatter among each other, but they keep curiously glancing at you as you make your way to a table for once.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you may know, you always sit on the floor due to being a bit of an outcast...but not today, bitches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today you're sitting at a table for once, and this table is the most respected one in the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The table enters your eyesight and you see them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They are all focused on Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's possibly telling them that you are sitting with them...or something else entirely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their open-minded nods give you a little bit of confidence in what you're doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're actually very nervous about doing something different like this.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know, like, it's very unusual for you to be this social.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure they look open to the idea of a new person sitting there...but what if they don't like you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you'll slip your mouth and offend one of them too!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try hard to suppress these thoughts, but they surface too quickly to be ignored.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls don't seem to notice you, but you're starting to hear what they say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you've approached the table, you stand there awkwardly as they don't even notice you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They merely continue to talk, not giving you time to ask if you may sit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow seems to be talking to Sunset at the moment in her usual type of brash tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her outfit is interesting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has a snazzy blue jacket with short sleeves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Clearly it's more for style than warmth, and under it is a white t-shirt with a cloud shooting a lighting bolt out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The lightning bolt is like her hair in the color department, and the picture itself seems to fit her name and personality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems to want to clarify on something...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok, ok, so hold up a sec, Sunny...you have other friends?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, they're talking about you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity gasps at Rainbow's bluntness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rainbow Dash! Manners!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset's smile turns to a weak one with a twinge of guilt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guilt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why is she guilty?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is there something she hasn't told you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Er, no harsh feelings. But look, I honestly thought I've told you guys this before. I know Fluttershy knew,&quot; she says, but her face turns to a sour grimace as she makes eye contact with Applejack,&quot;and I also know someone tried to start a little thing with&#160;?em, too...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cowgirl rolls her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She still looks damn fine?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, you should make yourself known before Applejack says something...</span><br />&quot;Uh...may I sit please?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With not even a glance given to you from the entire table, the only answer you receive is on the behalf of Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sounds irritated too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;For the last time, Flash, I'm not--&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns around and looks at you angrily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then she realizes you're not who she thought you were.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face immediately turns scarlet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The table's attention is now directly on you and Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my gosh, I-I'm sorry! I just thought you were someone else I know who just won't leave me alone and?uh, sorry...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset greets you.</span><br />&quot;Anon, hey!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You eat up the chance to swim out of Twilight's spaghetti.</span><br />&quot;Hey Sunny, can I sit now? Legs are kinda sore from standing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles happily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course you can! Here, take a seat.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity's eyes nearly pop out of her skull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As do Pinkie's, Twilight's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait...THAT'S your friend, Anon?&quot; questions Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset nods cautiously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, Is that a bad thing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy squirms in her seat as she cowers behind her mass of pink hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I didn't think Anon would be a boy?but, uh, it's alright if he is, I mean.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel welcomed already...</span><br />&quot;This was a bad idea, wasn't it? Why don't I just leave?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Remembering herself, Rarity composes her behavior.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why I'm quite sorry, my dear! I just...didn't know Sunset was, er, &quot;seeing&quot; anyone at the moment?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're not dating!&quot;</span><br />&quot;We're not a dating!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You and her said the same thing at the same time, didn't you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Sunset glance at each other with embarrassed smiles flashing at each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;N-no hetero?</span><br />&quot;...So may I sit?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno! Can you? I once sat in my bakery for over 36 hours! Crazy, huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly take a seat as Pinkie Pie smiles widely.</span><br />&quot;Uh, didn't you get bored?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bored!? Pfffft! Who has time to be&#160;?bored' when you're with a bucket of turnips, a pile of rocks, a piece of lint and a sack of flour as your company!?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean next to Rainbow Dash--who sits on your right--to ask if Pinkie's legit insane.</span><br />&quot;Is she--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash answers for you way too quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We don't know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okaaaay?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You observe the table of girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack smirks at you as you lean back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel shivers from it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know if that's good or bad...but it sure means something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So partner, why don'tcha tell us about yourself? Ya got much hobbies?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh yes,&quot; goes Rarity, &quot;you do look like a man with taste seeing as how nicely your clothes fit your personality.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug as all ears are on you.</span><br />&quot;Well, I'm a bit of a movie lover--especially monster movies. Gotta love monster movies.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow nods in approval.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dig that. What's one of your favorites?&quot;</span><br />&quot;The Velvet Vampire?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash smiles smugly at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I /really/ dig that one...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other girls have no idea what you two are talking about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hee hee...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight twirls her hair in her fingers.</span><br />&quot;Anything else you like? Science perhaps?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She talks to you, has her body directed at you...but she's not looking at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too shy you guess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've heard that she once sang in this cafeteria and became Fall Formal Princess?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never thought this timid girl would be that outgoing?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she's just intimidated by you?</span><br />&quot;Well, uh, yeah, a little. I'm more interested in reading and writing though. It's just a matter on how something's written. Like did you know that homo neanderthalensis was probably more like a gorilla in appearance than man? Hair and all?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's eyes begin to sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;(I did not even plan that pun)</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You've read&#160;?Them and Us'?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, have you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods eagerly.</span><br />&quot;Er, yes! I think it's a very interesting read. Unfortunately I believe the writer is too confident in his own facts at certain points though, and he may need to evaluate the extremity of what he's discussing...and you said you write?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, for The Daily Bugle. Recently got a job there as a photographer and a writer.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity interrupts you and Twilight's chit chat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, wait, wait! You work for the Bugle? As a photographer? And you're named Anon!?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, yes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She squeals excitedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my goodness! Are you Anonymous Incognito: Famed&#160;?revealer' of the Spider-Woman?! You are, aren't you? I just know it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Calm yo tits, girl?</span><br />&quot;...Do I have a fan?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ha! More like a commission!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity shoots the farmer a look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Only if he's willing to accept my offer! I'd be more than willing to pay as well!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, money?</span><br />&quot;...Ok, Why don't I give you my number so we can talk. Or, you know, we can meet somewhere....&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She beams a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That'd be FABULOUS! Here's my card, dear.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has a card?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weird...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She passes it over to you from the other side of the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick it up and read it.</span><br />&quot;...Carousel boutique? You make clothes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where do you think the fine clothes I'm wearing come from, Darling?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...They were nice clothes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Forget about her clothes, you saw Spider-Woman!?&quot; Asks a hyped Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;I got the first clear pictures of her. Next day she saved my life from Doc-Ock, then the next after that she saved me from a fire which I tried to save a girl.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And he hugged her,&quot; adds Sunset.</span><br />&quot;Yeah. And I hugged her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash's jaw drops as a foolish smile forms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That. Is. AWESOME!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug while letting out an exasperated breath.</span><br />&quot;More like exhausting, but yeah, a little awesome.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Or exha-wesome! Get it? Cause it sounds like awesome but it's also exhausting!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh a little at Pinkie's contribution.</span><br />&quot;Heh, that works too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The table's warming up to you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This isn't so bad after all?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls just want to know a bit about you, and you're very welcomed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack starts to ask a bit of a personal question.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So Anon...ya got a girlfriend? Wouldn't want her to see you sittin' a table of girls.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're embarrassed to answer, but you think it best they know.</span><br />&quot;Well--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;--No, he's single,&quot; Sunset says abruptly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Stares everywhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset laughs nervously before sinking into her seat.</span><br />&quot;Uh, yeah. What she said.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ya should've let Anon speak for&#160;?himself,&quot; Applejack says folding her arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset does not look happy with her friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...My bad.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Better keep talking before anything regrettable happens?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I'm single, been single, and that's my love-life in an entire nutshell. Moving on?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity still remains on the topic of your relationship status.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're single? Why that's certainly a shock. You seem nice enough and you're definitely clear in areas of attractiveness?&quot; she says with a studying look in your eye.</span><br />&quot;...You think I'm attractive?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I sure do?&quot; mutters Applejack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That...doesn't make you feel any better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why of course you're handsome, Anon! In fact, I believe you could be a model if you so desired!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Y-you too?</span><br />&quot;Wow, uh, really?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles warmly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really. I could even hook you up if you'd like! What do you think Rainbow?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash eyes you skeptically before she nods her head in approval.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I'd do ya.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart begins beating as you start to feel a bit nervous.</span><br />&quot;This?this is good to know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her cheeks are blazing and she looks like she's restraining herself from speaking.</span><br /><br />&quot;You holding up alright Sunny?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems to calm at your words a little bit?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, yeah I'm fine?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hope she is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy raises her hand meekly to grab your attention.</span><br />&quot;...You don't have to raise your hand, you know. It's not a classroom.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh. Sorry?.But, uh, do you like animals?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm no expert, but I do love to photograph them. I have this picture of a spider on a flower pedal that's really zoomed in...you can even see it's cute little face.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy smiles at the sound of that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can you show me sometime?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;I can text it to you if you give me your number.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd like that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, and don't forget to contact me about my commission,&quot; reminds Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle.</span><br />&quot;At this point I should I just give my number to all of you, shouldn't I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A&#160;?yes' jumps from the lips of everyone at the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Except for Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's twitching for some reason.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're more than happy to oblige these fine female specimen.</span><br />&quot;Ok, write 'em down on a napkin or something. I'll text you all later?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight readjusts her glasses as she tries to sound staid and professional.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I would not be opposed to that notion, Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find the shyness of her voice to be a bit cute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've only heard about her, but never really had a good look at her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seeing it now makes a difference on what you originally imagined her as, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hair is done up rather cutely, and her glasses are just the teeniest size too big.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wears an old uniform that seems preppy?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Crystal Prep High?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You heard stories about them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something they did with this school in a competition or some shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll ask about it later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you've exchanged numbers with the girls, the school bell rings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a wave goodbye, you realize you've not even eaten lunch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...At least you have two study halls and then the day's over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll eat in one of those.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The day's over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel like God.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not only did you just get the school's most respected group of girls to befriend you--you got their numbers and called handsome.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've not felt this confident since that once time Dad let you slap a filthy ho in New Orleans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, it wasn't actually a filthy ho, it was your &quot;uncle&quot; named Weasel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's hard to differentiate the two, though!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Honest!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, you step out of the school's two front doors and wait on the steps for Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seemed weird when you started talking to the girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You first thought it was jealousy, but she's made it clear that she's got no romantic intentions with you--despite her knowledge of your feelings regarding her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're happy with the friend-zone, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you can't be her true lover, then you'll be the best friend forever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait for only five minutes before she too joins you on the steps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles a false smile and sits next to you.</span><br />&quot;...You ok?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yep! Totally! Why, do I look odd? Do I seem not okay?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hell...?</span><br />&quot;No, you look good. You always do. I'm just asking cause you seemed a little, uh, anxious?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs and leans on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Closely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Very, very closely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, it's nothing. Just weird seeing you interact with my friends...and my friends so obviously hitting on you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That kinda makes sense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Wait, what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Applejack is being a creep over you, Rarity thinks you're an amazing gentlemanly writer/photographer for a well-respected newspaper who wants to impress you with her gallery, and this world's Twilight is just now finding out what the emotion of loves is. They're in to you more than an Irish man is in a pub.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...This world's Twilight?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fuck?</span><br />&quot;...Or you're over-reacting? I literally just met them today.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset's about to rebuke your statement...but doesn't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just face-palms in self-frustration.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, Anon. Just a little jealous&#160;?cause I don't have my best friend all to myself anymore,&quot; she says with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Very, very tightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push aside your confusion and focus on reassuring her.</span><br />&quot;You're ok, family...Remember to text me if you need to.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of texting...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you need to go to the Bugle today, and you should be leaving now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You got to submit some of your photos of the fire for J.J. and stuff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Not to mention your &quot;appointment&quot; at Larson Theater.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rise from sitting on the steps and stretch your arms out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You going?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;To The Daily Bugle. J.J.'s gonna be thrilled when he realizes that the kid in the fire yesterday was his own photographer and amaetuer writer. He'll want to see some pictures too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs as you leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That all?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug.</span><br />&quot;I have a bit of an&#160;?interview' at <span class="nu0">8</span>:00 p.m. tonight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quirks her brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;An interview? With who?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A smirk grows on your face.</span><br />&quot;Sorry. Confidential.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head to your old volkswagen camper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today's been a good day.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The hell you in here for!? Ya got more pictures?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod at your boss in his office.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;J.Jonah Jameson, ladies and gentlemen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Chief editor and publisher of The Daily Bugle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And boy does he wear that title proud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've only been employed for a few days, but this is your second day being able to come in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can say you've been in the papers more than you write for them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you got a new angle on it for J. J.</span><br />&quot;Uh, the fire yesterday? You know the person who got in there and saved the kid?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes I know what happened! I published it literally hours ago, kid! I know every detail about what happened!&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Did you know I was the one who saved the girl in the fire?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He puffs his cigar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We serve news, not bullshit.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...I was interviewed by our paper and everything. I even have pictures of the fire before Spider-Woman went and--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Spider-Woman!? Give me that bullshit, Brandon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you place your photos on his desk.</span><br />&quot;It's Anon, sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sorts through the pictures before laying them all out on his desk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Good...Good...Good...Not good?and good.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He nods and looks up at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now lemme ask ya something, Anon...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, Mr. Jameson?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Why the damn hell would I post old news&#160;?cause some kid with a camera says he was in it!?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Because Spider-Woman's in it too?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He snaps his fingers and points at you with his cigar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bingo! Now how'd this fire start, Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No one knows yet, sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;BZZT! WRONG!&quot; He says as he slams his cigar into his ashtray, &quot;It's because of that menace calling herself Spider-Woman!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're taken aback.</span><br />&quot;You think she started the fire!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I KNOW she's a menace!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Mr. Jameson, she saved my life!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gasps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HOW DIABOLICAL!!!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh for fuck's sake?</span><br />&quot;Look, she saved me saving a kid from a fire, saved me when I was attacked from Doc-Ock, and--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And what, Anon? Ya don't know anything about her other than she's got powers, a fancy costume, and the greatest damn hips I've ever seen! And I've seen a lotta hips, too!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well you at least agree with the last thing he said.</span><br />&quot;But she didn't start a fire! Why would she do that if she ended up saving people from it instead?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;J.J. waves his used cigar upwards as if he were pointing to God himself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;To look good! It's obvious! If people think she's a hero, then she can get away with her dastardly crimes!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare at the man with disbelief.</span><br />&quot;...Do you trust anyone?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He lights a new cigar and shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I trust my barber...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the hell is this man?</span><br />&quot;Look, do you want these pictures or not?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where're the ones with Spider-Woman?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's played this game too many times.</span><br />&quot;Here you go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You set down your personal folder and show what little you could capture from the fire that evening.</span><br />&quot;You can have them on the term I that I refuse to write negatively about her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He laughs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Perfect! That way you're the one who'll be gettin' paid less!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit, you didn't think that through?</span><br />&quot;But...fine. How much you want them?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll give ya two hundred dollars for them all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;Yes sir?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking J. Jonah Jameson...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An hour went by after you left the Bugle in a pissed attitude.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A walk in the park downtown helped cool your nerves a little, but still doesn't make you less infuriated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As of now, you've parked at a new restaurant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you do is sit in, order, eat, then leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have a good hour before your little&#160;?appointment' with Spider-Woman, so why not eat first?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down at a booth all alone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This restaurant was called &quot;El Taco&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you know it's a stupid title, but this town has a knack for stupid titles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything is either a pun on horses, a bland title that blends into the background, or the occasional place that actually has a real name.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This one is the second of those three.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well, you just hope their food isn't as bland tasting as the name.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could really use some grub to get your mind off of J. Jonah's words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Menace?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Menace my ass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew people called her a criminal, but actually stating she's starting fires and plotting schemes!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's a totally different thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thing that Spider-Woman would not do, mind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan just as the waitress comes up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello! Welcome to El Taco! Can I get you a taco to eat?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Don't waiters usually ask the customer what they'd like to drink first?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh? For realzies? Uh, whoops. Then, like, can I get you a drink, sir?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;?For Realzies'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where have you heard that term before?</span><br />&quot;Oh well. Give me any taco. Preferably your cheapest.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was over twenty dollars.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An hour has passed and the time has come.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tacos were great despite the stupid price, and the waitress had some nice looking boobies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Larson Theater.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk down from the &quot;El Taco&quot; in the empty street in this almost downtown part of the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The theater is very old with many stories to tell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rumor has it that it was the theater that Bruce Wayne's parents and him walked out of into Crime Alley.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Others say it's say it's just myth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But people thought Spider-Woman was a myth, and look where that got ya, huh?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now since this area is parallel to Crime Alley, you always gotta be safe here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Always.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's why you brought nothing?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man you're an idiot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, you arrive at the theater and stand outside its doors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Were you suppose to wait outside, go around the back, or climb the fire escape to the roof or something?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thunder and lightning shake the skies causing the night to pour rain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you do have to go around the back...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's kind of dangerous though, because the back side of the theater is where the road that belongs to Crime Alley rests?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ponder what to do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll use the back entrance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk around the side of the building and see it's alleyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smells funky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Marc the Hobo would know what to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan as you rest your back on the brick alley of the theater.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sounds of boots in the alley echo slightly, and give you a chill.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two more pairs of boots join it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look and face the direction of the sound cautiously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Three figures in hoods are menacingly walking towards you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The middle one is in a lavender hood and seems to be leading the other two as she struts seductively.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's a bit thin, but has some cute hips on her that she can certainly move.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one to her left seems more physically stronger and wears a green hoodie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More muscle on her legs, a big butt and buff arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The last one (to the right of the middle girl) is a line between the other girls with a dark pink hoodie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is definitely the shortest, probably five foot eight while the other two were along the lines of five foot seven through nine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body was more...soft?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know how to put it, but it looks quite nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing too muscular, but certainly not thin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now they're pretty short compared to you--you're only a Junior, and you're six feet tall already--but size and strength are gonna help you when someone's wield a gun.</span><br />&quot;Uh, hello? Can I help you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno, but you seem to need some help. You in the wrong part of town or something'?&quot; asks the musculature, green hooded girl forebodingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't see there face in the dark of night, just their hoods.</span><br />&quot;Wrong part of town? Don't think so. This /is/ Larson Theater, correct?&quot; You ask while trying to seem collected.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They don't seem like a physical threat, but you remember when Dad once told you a story about that midget he fought that had a gun all along and shot him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Basically, crooks gotta have something to motivate you other than their brute strength.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The leader (or the one with the hips in the center and a lavender hood) let's out a pur.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oooh. Guess you're looking for trouble then, hm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is deep and sensual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sounds like pure velvet and as rich as a saxophone, but lighter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder if she can sing, because if she could, you'd bet she could make a lotta cash without resorting to this?</span><br />&quot;Look, whatever you guys want, I don't have it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The short one in the dark pink hood scoffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Psh, liaaaaaar!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice reminds you of someone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know who, but it's way too familiar.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The muscular one cracks her knuckles as she rolls up her emerald sleeves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her skin is purple you think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...And we want that money!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The short one draws a knife.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And don't thinking about calling for help either!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You doubt calling for help would even save you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rain is pouring like mad, and you're starting to envy the muggers for their warm looking hoodies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Exactly,&quot; says the leader again, &quot;we know who you are, Anonymous. We know you made money from revealing the pictures of Spider-Woman.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They each draw a blade as the circle around you as you're trapped by the alley wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unless you want to be made into shreds, you're going to have to give the girls what they want.</span><br />&quot;Ok, I give you my cash! I spent a little on food, but there's still a lot left!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The leader cracks a smirk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You seem excited. Why don't you calm down.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, what?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down at your crotch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dick's not showing, is it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back up at the hood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wrong kind of excited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile widens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not what I meant, but I appreciate the nice thoughts.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The short one looks at her green hooded partner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What is she talking about?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The green hood face-palms with a groan.</span><br />&quot;Look, l-l-let me just get my wallet out,&quot; you say, shivering from the pouring rain and night air.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach your hand to your back pocket to retrieve it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God it's so cold...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The leader snaps your hand away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've got it covered,&quot; she says with a playful tone that only makes you more worried.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And worried you should be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body closes up to your own as she presses herself straight up against you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's really warm...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your chills are replaced by her body heat, and instinctively you find yourself pressing against her more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You divert your eyes from her as your face turns a shade redder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She eats this up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You're enjoying this, aren't you?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smug grin angers you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a snake, she slithers her hand from your lower back to your tailbone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And from your tailbone, she begins glide her hand over your ass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She feels over your butt cheek admiring how tone it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're whole body goes rigid at this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hand begins to massage it as your completely silent with narrowed eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles pleasingly as she pinches it abruptly.</span><br />&quot;Yow!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, my bad. I thought that was your wallet, sweetheart.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Please don't call me that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh the things my sisters and I would do to you...you'd let us call you anything we'd want.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She slowly slides her hand into your back pocket and feels around?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally she grabs the wallet, and reaches out for her comadres to hold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She drops it into the the dark pink hood's hands as she continues to hang on to you.</span><br />&quot;You can get off me now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aw, but why would I want to do that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Placing her hand over your butt once more, you feel her other one on the inside of your thigh rising slowly?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shouldn't want this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're cold, you're heart's racing?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she's warm?and those hips...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans her head in the crook of your neck and starts cooing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's enjoying this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As her hand rises up your inner thigh, you stand stiff and frozen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your breaths are quick and the chills are no longer solely from the cold rain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands are cold, but you dare not lay a finger on this hooded girl's form.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That'd be giving her what she wants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hand finally travels it journey from thigh to groin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sheer situation has you already semi-hard despite your wishes to not be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once she feels your length and long member under the fabric of your pants, she let's out a soft, throaty chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, well, well! And here you said you weren't enjoying yourself.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Let me go please.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dark pink hooded girl huffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Booooss! At least, like, share him and stuff!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh don't worry Sonata...I think we just got ourselves a new pet?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where've you heard that name before?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess it doesn't matter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You close your eyes as you let them use your body in shame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This'll be the second time you're going to be made into a sex slave, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fact there is a second time's fucked up enough, but this one might actually be fulfilled by your attackers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The leader waves her two &quot;sisters&quot; over to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon, girls. Tonight we're getting lucky.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two other hooded figures eagerly approach you as you feel your pants about to be tugged off of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then...a voice you've been waiting to hear since last night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry girls, but the guy's with me!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The red and blue figure leaps down from the top of the building. Behind the three girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess you were suppose to go to the roof after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hooded girls panic and draw their blades out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The green hood runs at Spider-Woman with her knife aimed straight at the hero's stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unfortunately for the hood, her knife-wielding arm is stopped before it can stab anything as Spidey grabs her wrist and kicks the girl in the stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She falls in a puddle of rainwater on the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The short one--the one called Sonata--runs up to Spidey as the leader tries to grab her from behind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This results in your hero being held in a full nelson by the girl who had just touched your junk, and the short hooded girl about to stab her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to tackle the short girl until Spidey uses her powerful legs...those sweet, sweet legs...to grab her by the waste and swing her to the the brick wall of the alley.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the leader struggles to keep her hold on the costumed hero's arms, you decide to help out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab the leader's head and cover her nostrils and mouth with one arm, then where her eyes are with the other.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab the leader's head and cover her nostrils and mouth with one arm, then where her eyes are with the other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The result is a blinded girl whose airways are blocked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She let's go as she tries to scream, but only wastes more air, doing so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Inevitably she lets go of Spider-Woman, and you let go of the hood's head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She faints for the lack of oxygen.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her two sisters are quick to get up and carry her away in the darkness of the rainy night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch as they flee into the rainy night.</span><br />&quot;Thanks for saving me. Again...This is, what, the second time I've been almost made into a sex slave?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back at Spider-Woman and...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...and she's not here anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you saw her again...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to lean back against the wall but?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't lean on me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Whoa, shit!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jump and turn around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...She's hanging.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Upside down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From spider web?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...that's pretty fuckin' cool.</span><br />&quot;You know, it's shocking that this is the third time you've saved my life. I'm starting to think you're more&#160;?super-stalker' than a super-hero.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're not hurt, are you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug.</span><br />&quot;My wallet's gone but I'll live.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I should've told you to meet me on the roof of the building by the fire escape...&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's the problem about being cryptic on where t meet people. Never enough information.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Was she?doing things to you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clear your throat awkwardly.</span><br />&quot;Almost?.Uh, thanks, Spidey.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She awkwardly laughs as she removes her rain-soaked, upside down hair out of her masked face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's no problem, kid?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's just an awkward silence now between the two of you?</span><br />&quot;...So why'd you invite me here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...I kinda wanted to talk you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Talk to me? About what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;About...things. Look, I'm not good at this, but I need to know something about you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your brow inquisitively.</span><br />&quot;Really?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman sighs.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, more like the other way around. I know you're photographing me. Everyone does. But that's making you a target, Anon. People just like the ones I fought off tonight are talking about you. They think we're partners.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle.</span><br />&quot;Well, we have been with each other a bit recently. I wouldn't be opposed to a partnership between us. I take pics of you with permission, you make sure I don't die, and we could split the cash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grins under her mask.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You already have my permission. If you were taking pictures of me and I didn't want that, you'd know by now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Really? Even when the papers are going to label you a menace?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She proceeds to wrap a hand around her chin in a pondering like pose...but upside-down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's one thing I want to know though, kid,&quot; she says in a more curious tone.</span><br />&quot;Yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why're you really taking pictures of me? The way you photograph me always has a certain focus on my, you know, lady stuff.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle a bit nervously.</span><br />&quot;Eeeeh it's kinda personal?.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Personal? Maybe I wanna get personal. Don't be shy with me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart beats like it never has before.</span><br />&quot;Well...I kinda have a crush on you?.and you're hot. Super hot.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's silent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're worried you might have deterred her off for good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But then she giggles a bit cheekily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've been there before. Don't worry about it?Truth be told, you're not so bad yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Another awkward silence.</span><br />&quot;Can I try something?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tilts her head in confusion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok? What?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's, uh...A little weird, but you'll see.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to pull on her mask as she hangs upside down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you try taking my mask off, I'll bite your nose.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm not trying to unmask you...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to peel the bottom of her mask over her nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only her mouth is revealed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you stop peeling it there, her mouth cracks into an upside-down grin.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh,&quot; she says with a smile, &quot;Oh man, if you're doing what I think you're doing, then I am VERY ok with this?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...You sure?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Very,&quot; she purrs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart skips a beat as you heads lean closer, and your stomach fills with butterflies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't take long for her delightful lips to come into contact with your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the skin touches, your mind goes numb as you let feeling and sensation guide you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rubs your hair, playing with it gently and you cup her upside-down cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both enter a nebulous haze as you both hold each other like this, letting your lips touch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her lips are soft.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There wasn't anything sexual about the kiss--just romance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're both fine with this, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels fulfilling, and you can feel her chest rising from her breaths becoming short like your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is not just a kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is something special that you can't figure out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;About a minute later,her tongue prods against your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's want to go a bit further...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You accept as your mouth becomes open for her to explore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She allows her own to be ventured by you in return.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's upside down, sure, but hey, you always wanted your first kiss to be a bit different from most others?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And this is mind blowing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tongue brushes against her's every so often, and eventually the practice is enjoyed by both parties.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They tangle as toss over each other as they enter the other's domain welcomingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breaths enter into your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're glad you don't have Taco-breath anymore?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, the breaths you both take make you both dizzy from inhaling the other's exhaled air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You part from each other to regain some clean oxygen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you do, fog exits your mouths as blows with the cold night air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare at each other and pant heavily.</span><br />&quot;...Wow.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you too?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see the blush on her cheeks as you stare into the eyes of her mask.</span><br />&quot;Best first kiss ever.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Same...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause at each other's statement.</span><br />&quot;That was your first kiss?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was your first kiss?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both smile and continue to suck face.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;10 minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;10 minutes of PLAAAYTIIIIIIIIME!!!!!!!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For 10 minutes, you just had your first makeout session.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been 20 minutes since that 10 minute session, but you'll never forget those 10 minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Saying minutes is fun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Minutes, minutes, minutes...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Yeah, you're still a little out of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's even hard for you to drive you're so shaken.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've dreamt of that period of time since mere rumors of her were around in the papers?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you just kissed her like characters in a Chinese cartoon?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels like you're drugged.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was just so?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Magical.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's the word.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was living your biggest fantasy, and it delivered on all levels.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull into your driveway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad's car is here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's probably asleep though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been a long, long day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enter the front door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's sleeping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the couch he lays as the TV remains on an episode of &quot;The Golden Girls&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll never understand Dad's obsession with Bea Arthur?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn the TV off.</span><br />&quot;Good night, Dad.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're answered with a snore and the fart of a sleeping man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In your room, you check your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lots of messages from your new friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait a minute?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have new friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit on your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kissed Spider-Girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia wants to be your surrogate mother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a good day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the near rape and the argument with your boss J. Jonah, the rest of everything else just makes you beam.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're gonna call Sunny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're in a good mood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Such a good mood...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;H-hey Anon...How're ya doing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pants on the phone and her voice sounds a bit higher than usual.</span><br />&quot;...Sunny, you ok?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hah...Y-yeah, I'm amazing right now?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She suppresses a moan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fuck is she doing?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-Is there something you needed to talk about? I'm just a little?.ooh...bussyyy?.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, nothing much. If you're jogging or something I can call back later.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Jogging! Yeah, just on the treadmill!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not even gonna ask.</span><br />&quot;...Yeah, I don't wanna disturb you if you're running. I'll just tell you tomorrow?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah!&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Are you okay?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mhhmmm?.Just slipped a bit. Heh heh?Bye Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hangs up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the sweet hell was that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd think she were masturbating if you didn't know better...but Sunset wouldn't do that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How about you try texting one of your new friends?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your phone and see Rarity's text to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity:[ Yoohoo~! Hi anon, i just got back from school and had a tiny bit of a question to ask you?remember how i wanted a comission? Id like to talk to your more about it l8ter. Btw it was excellent to finaly make your aquaintnce! ]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Interesting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You text back.</span><br />[ Ok! I'd love to do some work for you! Talk to me about the job and we'll discuss prices (I promise I won't go crazy with them) and I'll see what we can do! ]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Send.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Actually, you have one more thing to add.</span><br />[ ...Oh, and about that remark you said? The one where you said I looked like a model? How serious were you about that? ]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to turn it off until you see the familiar thought bubble with a &quot;...&quot; to indicate she's already typing back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity:[ We'll talk tomorrow&#160;;3 ]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;O-ok?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you should see what Twilight texted you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight: [Sorry, but I'm not very good at texting with others. Never had much people to talk to until very recently?]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you know the feeling?</span><br /><br />[It's no problem. I'm in the same boat over here if anything. So what do you do? I heard you're very smart, but do you have any areas of interest?]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to press send, but stop yourself as you yawn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Maybe starting a conversation is not the best thing to do right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's kinda late and it's been a wacky Thursday?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you'll just send this to her tomorrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For now, you gotta get some sleep, lad.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yo, Anon. Get up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grumble as you roll away from whatever Dad is pointing you with.</span><br />&quot;Five more minutes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Sunset's here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shoot out of bed like a rocket.</span><br />&quot;Shit! She is!? What's going on? Is she ok?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad laughs casually.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you worry, boy! Your numero uno dad's got ya covered!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smiles proudly of himself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I said you're in the shower and that you'll be just a minute. Better get a move on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run out of your room and head straight for the bathroom.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shower?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Check.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shaving?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Check.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything else?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Check.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run out of your room in the nicest clothes you had around and speed downstairs.</span><br />&quot;Hello? Sunset?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad stands at the bottom of the stairs with a shit-eating grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You were just running late so I made you get up quickly. Better pack your things now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;So she's not--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nope. You should thank me, you know. You forgot to set your alarm clock, and I'm so benevolent that I got you up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;I want you to bleed.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Many do, son...many do?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You trudge out of the house with an unamused frown of your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least he woke you up on time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What day is it again?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You check your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Friday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you got more messages.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You love Fridays.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gotta get down on Friday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should really get a paint job on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, having no friends before was a valid excuse for having an old rust bucket of a vehicle, but now you're hanging out with the popular kids.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, a paint job is in order now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Maybe you could one up Flash while you're at it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who knows?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But that's beside the point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now ya gotta go to school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enter your camper and?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You arrive at the parking lot like always.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset is already there by the steps, checking her phone nervously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exit your car and she eagerly waves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's very, very cute today.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know why, but she seems...excited?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a seat and smile brightly as she brightens up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon! How are you? I was getting worried you'd be late!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's more cheery than usual, and she fiddles with her hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her pupils are very dilated and her attention is 100% on you.</span><br />&quot;Oh, really? Well I almost was. My car was acting odd and I woke up late.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods over-enthusiastically as she scooches to you far too quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, really? Well, uh, how'd your interview go?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Switching topics already?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weird.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh tiredly.</span><br />&quot;Well, first off, it wasn't an ordinary interview...I was meeting Spidey again.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes widen at this notion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow...tell me more!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's practically right up against you...</span><br />&quot;Well, uh, I almost got raped...again...then Spidey came?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here comes the blushing...</span><br />&quot;And, w-we kissed.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's silent.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stares at you with full investment, waiting for you to say more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...and? Was it good? Was she a good kisser?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel really comfortable talking to her about this...but a little uncomfortable too.</span><br />&quot;To be honest, I saw stars.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She squeals happily, and pulls you into a hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wat.</span><br />&quot;Whoa! What're you doing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops awkwardly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her cheeks go a deep red as she diverts her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! Uh, nothing! Just happy for you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok?</span><br />&quot;Well, thanks...y-you can let go off my hand now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at her hand atop of yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eep! Sorry?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No problem, friendo...So hey, uh, do you think I could become a model?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset wipes some sweat off her brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I, uh, would have to see a bit more of you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Wat?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I mean, you know, like, depending on what model you are, of course!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's acting oddly with you, and you're not sure why.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I'm sorry, I'm just a little bit perky this morning.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I noticed?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bell of the school chimes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, uh, see ya at lunch?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod uncertainly.</span><br />&quot;Yeah. Sure.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why was she acting so weird?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was she coming on to you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drive the thought out of your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says that you and her can't be together, and that she doesn't like you...but she's confusing the hell outta ya.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should just leave it be?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Besides, you're kinda sorta in a relationship with Spider-Woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should go to class.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enter the hallways as usual, but something different happens this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead of people talking about random things, they all look at you and murmur quietly?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your weirded out by this, and continue to your locker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop at a water fountain first, and drink up a good load of water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's then that a lot of students crowd around you like you're a celebrity or some shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weird.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just continue to drink from the fountain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you slurp away, you feel tapping on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop drinking and find who it is.</span><br />&quot;Derpy?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles nervously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon, can we talk for a minute?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're confused with why she seems so worried.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is something wrong?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone is looking at you like you wore a clown outfit to a funeral for fuck's sake.</span><br />&quot;Uh, sure. What is it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winces.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, can we talk in private?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooooh!&quot; Goes a student in the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes as Derpy's face turns red.</span><br />&quot;Douchebag...Uh, sorry, where do you want to talk?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Preferably away from all these people?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod in agreement.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, that's a good idea. I know a spot.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...A-are we in the janitor's closet?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yep. Scruffy lets me think in here sometimes when I start&#160;?thinking too loudly' as he puts it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy's blush has not let up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, the claustrophobic environment that pushes her straight up against you only deepens it.</span><br />&quot;So, uh, not that I don't want to be in a closet with a pretty girl, but what did you need to tell me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...There's a rumor about you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, what?</span><br />&quot;...People are talking about me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy nods her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh-huh! They're kinda saying things about you that are...icky.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Icky? Like what, do they think I eat toenails for breakfast?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They say you're...good with your thingy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Wat.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you know! Because the coolest girls in school are all your best friend now! Is it true? That you're--&quot;</span><br />&quot;Absolutely not!&quot; You say interrupting her, &quot;Who started this rumor?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you sure it's not true? I mean, they all seem to really like you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Look, I promise you I didn't do anything. I mean, I just had my first kiss yesterday, of course I'm not?.oh, wait. Th-that's not what I meant! It was with someone else, not anyone from here!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy starts to get even more nervous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I actually haven't had a kiss before, so...yeah.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bites her lower lip with a scared smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ahhh...You see what's happening now.</span><br />&quot;Derpy, are you coming onto me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The look on her face says she knows exactly what she's doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs and slouches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry. This isn't what I was supposed to talk to you about. It's just that...nevermind.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What were you going to talk to me about then?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The streak that's in the papers. I think I saw it...I know you're into this kinda thing, and I wanted to know what your thoughts are.&quot;</span><br />&quot;The what with the papers? I'm not following, Derps.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The streak: red and yellow thing that zooms by crimes and stops them? There're pictures too!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You search the back of your mind for any &quot;streak&quot; that she speaks of.</span><br />&quot;...Heh. Streak.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy grumbles at your immature humor.</span><br />&quot;Er, sorry. Lemme try to remember...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods with a huff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Take your time?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ponder and ponder on what she means by streak...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's when it comes to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Streak!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one in the papers!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, they stopped investigating when they figured it was just more shitty pics of Spidey that was causing the red blurs?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one talked about the streak thanks to your photo taken on Sunday night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So if the streak is just a mis-identified Spidey on camera, then what did Derpy see that she claims as the streak?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You intend to find out.</span><br /><br />&quot;Yeah, yeah...The Streak. It's that thing that people say is just a red blur in the cameras on newspapers. They say it was just a motion blur from Spider-Woman.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy shakes her head no.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The streak is /not/ Spider-Woman. I saw it up close!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, up close?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Streak sightings haven't been reported as being up close and &quot;seen&quot; by witnesses if you recall.</span><br />&quot;...Really? You saw the Streak up close in front of you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods eagerly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really, I promise!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is getting interesting.</span><br />&quot;...Can you tell me the story?&quot; You ask.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you're not buying it completely, but the look in her eyes are not one of a liar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Besides, if it turns out the streak isn't Spidey all along, then maybe you could strike gold again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With as many stories and events happening around (and to) you, you might just strike even more gold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy blushes as she timidly smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Actually, what if I'll tell you everything on one condition?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your brow quizzically.</span><br />&quot;I don't know if you're telling me the truth at all, so I could just assume you're a liar instead.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think you won't mind what I have in mind. Hee hee. I said&#160;?mind' twice.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What's going on with this girl?</span><br />&quot;Uh, ok?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy looks out the janitor door to see if anybody's outside of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a quick peek, she returns to you with a nervous but giggly attitude.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is a weird, but, uh...I'll tell you if you...makeoutwithme.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy whispers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll tell you if you make out with me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Oh. Oh!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh a little out of surprise.</span><br />&quot;Wow, uh, I knew you were interested in me, but I didn't know you were that interested.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know you probably have a lot of girlfriends now, but I just want at least one moment where I can just?&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;Wait, girlfriends? Derpy, I'm single as fuck. I don't know where you're hearing these rumors, but I just made some new friends--not with benefits either!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks confused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But they're the most popular girls in the school! How'd you become friends so fast?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I was introduced?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy exhales as she moves a strand of hair out of her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So could you and I could?be more?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry, I'm already trying to get someone's attention onto me. I thought you wanted to be just friends.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shrugs warily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like she wasn't even expecting to win your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dang.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh well. I understand, Anon. I wouldn't love you if I didn't want you to be happy with the right girl...even if you're the one for me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has a defeated smile on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Can I at least have one kiss? J-just a little one?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The small shimmer of hope twinkles in her silly eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't say no to her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile warmly and open your arms up to her.</span><br />&quot;Of course, but you'll have to get a bonus hug as well.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face brightens as she squeals happily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really!? Oh my gosh, thank you, thank you, thank you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She immediately hugs you very tightly.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a sweet hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hold on you is strong, like she's trying to hold on to you and relish the moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to do the same to make it more memorable for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She makes these cute humming sounds as she lays on your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're cuddlier than I thought?.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle.</span><br />&quot;Thanks. I always like hugs be it giving or receiving them.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Me too?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She starts to nuzzle her head on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you realize something....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breast are all up against you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And they are not small.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, they are a very gracious size with a nice roundness to them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Truth be told: you stare at them often when no one notices.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're easily the most plush and enjoyable looking tits in the school right along with the principals'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They feel like pillows, but with more mass within them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like marshmallows with human textures in a way, but much more enjoyable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If she was intentionally doing this, you don't know, but you're not complaining about it at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulls her head out from your chest with a cautious aura about her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can I kiss you now...?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Absolutely,&quot; you coo.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Appreciating your reassuring nature, Derpy's nervous breaths start to slow down yet she continues to tremble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cup the cheeks of her face with your hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shudders instantly as you can see her break into goosebumps at the slightest touch from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to approach her face slowly as your lips ready themselves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When the skin of your lips meet her, Derpy emits a high pitched whimper that melts into the kiss as your skin prickles alongside her's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her lips are soft, strong and plush, making them enjoyable for you to mack on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her chest still rests against yours, and you can feel how rapidly her heart is beating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your mouth up to her when her tongue starts to poke your lips a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you do, your faces close in on each other even more, and you even feel your teeth click with her own.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy's needy, eager to exploit your mouth, but becomes even more exploitive with her hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wanders her arm up your shirt to feel your hot skin as she rests the other one on your butt to feel it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two can play at that game?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands find the button of her shirt, and you quickly get to work on unbuttoning it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She purrs ravenously in the kiss as an approval for you to continue on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to pull away from her for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look her in the eye.</span><br />&quot;May I tater your tots?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles dumbly with a flushed face, totally happy with her place in the world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-yes please.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She removes her yellow tie and drapes it around your neck teasingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crack a smile at her mischief and timid approach to her scenario.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's like a kid finally getting that perfect gift on Christmas Day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Except she has rockin' tits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once the shirt is unbuttoned completely, it hangs over her chest loosely like a curtain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pushing the &quot;curtains&quot; aside, you are revealed to the most desired breast in CHS with nothing but a mere black bra covering them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bra is nothing spectacular in looks and it's not fancy at all--it's just a wonder how it can contain that massive cleavage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The breast of Derpy are even better than you would imagine in how fantastic they are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That roundness of each teat tempts you to embrace their shape within your hands, and how supple they are make you desperate to play with them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;These tits are like Jessica Nigri's over here, but look so much better?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her cleavage is the simply the best, and no one will ever be graced to see them again.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Y-you can see them whenever you want, you know. I don't mind if it's you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I wanna be a nice guy and say you don't have to,&quot; you say while staring at her hypnotizing rack, &quot;but I can't say no to these. I'm afraid to touch them they look so ample?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy removes her hands to hold her breast herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks...I kinda like them too,&quot; she giggles shyly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh. Wander what she does with them?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Could be a chance to learn more about girls' sexuality in general?</span><br />&quot;Really, that so? Do you play with them sometimes? Maybe when you are...you know??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets out a sheepish laugh as she jiggles them in her hold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ummm, yeah, a lot of the time I do. I like how they feel in my hands, how sensitive they are?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take mental notes of this.</span><br />&quot;Interesting. Are you opposed to playing with the boobs of someone else? I mean, just curious...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face shrouds itself in red.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-well I like girls a little, so...yeah.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Can I touch them?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy nods her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reaches under her shirt and behind her back to unclasp her bra.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please do.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Whoa.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're amazing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her nipples are a good size.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The perfect size.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her cautiously as if asking for permission yet again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She consents with a shaky nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now despite the cool facade of a comforting senpai-kun, you're actually still nervous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You made out with Spider-Woman not long ago, but this is a bit different.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is your first time actually feeling breast (except of this one time you promised to not speak of again), and you're not sure how to touch her.</span><br />&quot;So should I just put my hands on them and--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She swiftly grabs your wrist and shoves your hands on her tits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face flushes at her actions, but she remains silent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's when you feel the soft skin and their weight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh my god.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're so tender--nothing like you thought breast would actually feel like.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're heavy, but not like bags of sand or bean bags?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kinda like buttcheeks in the same way it's primarily skin and lumps of fat, but more...nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the lack of heaviness, they were still just that--heavy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They felt full and complete, like fruits in a basket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her high breast were like dough too in that they were soft, pliable, but still had definite mass to them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They feel nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands just can't get enough of how supple they are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's just so right when you grope them in your hands!</span><br />&quot;Oh god these feel nice?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy pulls you a bit closer to her with sharp puffs of air flaring out of her nostrils.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Touch them more?&quot; she says with a trembling breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Someone's excited...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whew lad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see her nipples stiffening from her swollen areolas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You near your face to the peaks of her mountainous breast as you bunch the two teats in your hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stuff your face into the valley of the cleavage, embracing how warm and tender they are while yet marveling at the fact they maintain their round and pleasing shape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy whines a soft moan through her throat like a whisper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her heart races as you hand starts to hover atop her right breast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your fingers start to hold it as she eventually has to lean against the wall of this janitor's closet to let you ravage her chest even more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pinch her nipple between your thumb and pointer finger, grinding the sensitive tip of her even more sensitive breast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She squeals at this strange and alerting sensation; obviously she's not used to receiving this treatment from a hand that's not her own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feeling it'd be a crime to let Derpy's left boob be unattended, you decide to grope it in your hand, and lick her nipple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my gosh! I love it?! Please, s-suck harder!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your right hand pinching her right nipple, you manage to make a thumbs up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't stop playing with them!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're too...something!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know if you can stop!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you know is it feels so satisfying?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh...MEEP!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bite the sensitive nipple in your mouth with your teeth gently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The excitement this causes makes her convulse for a second, and you actually feel more confident in your ability to please a woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy proceeds to reach her hands to your stomach, then traces way down to your pants' waist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She slips her hand into your crotch, and feels your erected dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull away from sucking her left teat.</span><br />&quot;Wait, Derpy, slow down. We're not going to--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You said no sex, Anon, but nothing about oral.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Good point.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Removing yourself from her fantastic jugs of fun (you miss the warmth already), you stand up once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy does the opposite and stands on her knees with a silly smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;R-ready?&quot; she asks cautiously.</span><br />&quot;If you are, then yes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy gulps nervously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's really scared of doing this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her shaky hands unbuckle your belt, unbutton your jeans and unzips the zipper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your pants around your ankles, only your boxers remain?.and the significant bulge beneath them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy's eyes dilate at the sight of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite how much you want this, you want her to be comfortable more?</span><br />&quot;You don't have to do this. We could do it another day if you really, really want. Or not at all if you'd prefer...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She exhales deeply and closes her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can do this?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You sure?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She opens her eyes up with determination.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've always been sure, Anon. Always...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to question the look of sadness until it's replaced with sexual desire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She yanks down your boxers and is presented with your erect member.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breast raise as you can see her nervous breaths causing her chest to inflate slowly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could practically hear her racing heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she visually takes in the size of your dick, she makes thoughtful little sounds.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she visually takes in the size of your dick, she makes thoughtful little sounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How big is it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush, but act casual by nonchalantly shrugging.</span><br />&quot;I, uh, about a good six inches give or take.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods while mouthing &quot;ok.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like reaching out to pet a tiger through the bars of its cage, Derpy nears her open hand to your standing length.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see her mind's internal debate by merely watching her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One part of her mind screams for her to stop before she messes something up, yet the other side turns this fear into a lewd and nearly irresistible curiosity that can only be fulfilled by following through her primal urges.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That side seems to be winning, but it doesn't mean the fear of the first thoughts are any less prominent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite this fear, Derpy couldn't back out from the experience she knows she could never have with you outside of this miraculous moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is her only chance to fulfil the desires that she's pictured with you for years.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She knows this is a&#160;?now or never' moment, and she wants it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wants it NOW.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course Derpy wants it now!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After all, she knows that she can't be scared and back out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not when she's waited so damn long for this moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hand finally reaches your dick, grasping around the base of it loosely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoa...So this is what a penis feels like?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Such a poet...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stares at your cock like it's a living being, never before seeing such a thing in real life, let alone feeling one in her hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's like it's hard, but the skin over it is is kinda soft still.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, that's kinda normal,&quot; you say shyly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't believe this is happening.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy no longer just holds your phallus in her hand, but starts playing with the skin by sliding her hand down the entirety of your length.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gasp at the sudden streak of pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy thinks it's because she did something wrong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to--&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's alright. I-I guess I'm not use to anyone else touching it...It feels good, though. Try again?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy winces at the log of meat, but tries once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She proceeds to rub it once more, and is rewarded by a heavy moan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She goes again but faster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It isn't long until she finds a rhythm that satisfies you most based on how your breath hitches as she rubs from the neck of your head to the base of your dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her grip on it tightens as well, giving her much more control.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As parts of her palm tickles the underside of your head, your whole spine shudders with goosebumps as you jolt a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The difference of being jerked off by someone else is simply euphoric.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never thought that it'd be more enjoyable and pleasurable by just having it be jerked for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your head thumps against the wall as you groan pleasantly.</span><br />&quot;Y-you're really good at this?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy blushes as she spots the precum from the tip of your dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I um...thank you, Anon...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her wrist goes at the pace of a jackhammer as she strokes you off, but the intensity in her face does not reflect this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, Derpy stares at you in what seems to be a hazy state, like a sort of trance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only other thing she looks at is your dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's thinking about something?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually Derpy stops rubbing you off completely, and just stares uncertainly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, she furrow her brows and takes a breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing hold again, she brings her plush lips to the head of your dick, gently pecking it with a little kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dribbling precum touches her mouth, and when she pulls back from your head, it forms a strand of saliva and semen from your dick to her lower lip.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It dissipates when she sits up and resumes fapping your cock to keep it erect--a futile action since there's no way you could be any less hard, but you're not complaining.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next, Derpy licks her lips and nears herself to your cock again, this time opening her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hot breath pants onto the skin of your dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels warm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her hand holding your cock, she guides your length into her mouth as far as she can go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dick is immediately engulfed in warm and moist heaven, the strange and foreign texture of her tongue and mouth causing you to shudder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tongue lays beneath your dick, and when she moves it, you feel a shot of ecstasy from it. It's so warm in her mouth?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hand still jerks off the part of your cock that she couldn't reach in her mouth, but she remedies this by pulling her head back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She uses her cheeks and lips to create suction, but her teeth scrape the sensitive skin of your cock just barely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The force of which she sucks you is enough to send a sensation of pressure in your lower abdomen, like a slingshot being prepared to let loose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never felt so good in your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could become addicted to this sorta thing if you were able to persuade girls enough?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good thing you can't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With Derpy bobbing her head slowly down your cock, she pumps your member as well with her hand, creating a rhythm of ultimate satisfaction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her saliva lubricates you shaft too, so she sucks a bit faster after a few minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the fact that you're already on the edge of cumming torrents, Derpy wants to really impress you with her skills as a potential girlfriend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She decides to take your dick all the way down her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She starts out by inserting her tongue in your urethra (made ya tingle, mang), she slowly started to sink your cock all the way past her uvula, and down deep into her esophagus.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes drips with tears from suppressing her gags, but they still stare into your very being.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not once does she remove eye contact with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her adorable, sweet, ditzy eyes?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding to go even further, she decides to fondle your balls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remove the hair from her face as she continues to deepthroat you.</span><br />&quot;I'm gonna cum?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her only free hand, she gives you the thumbs up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her throat engulfing your entire length, your limit is reached.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tension built up in your abdomen fires like a rocket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your whole body surges as you let out a yell from the insane euphoria as ropes of warm cum erupt from your cock and down Derpy's throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never came so hard in your life, the feeling of her warm throat muscles trying to swallow all you have to offer only encouraging you to blast more jizz.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your brain is fogged up by this extreme feeling, and as your body convulses, you try your damn hardest to look her in the eye.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you do, there's a twinkle in it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wanted this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's always wanted you to do this with her for your first times.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The next stream of tears aren't from her gag reflex.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're from happiness and bliss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you've been drained empty, you pull your shaft out of her throat, and collapse onto the floor with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's still in her unbuttoned shirt with her tits open, and your without pants on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both pant lying next to one another on the floor of the janitor's closet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile at her and hold her hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sniffles as a few tears make their way down her cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you...Thank you so much Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoot closer to her so that the two of your are cuddling.</span><br />&quot;Don't mention it. I understand why you want this. I really, really do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She kisses you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's an awkward silence.</span><br />&quot;...So whatcha have for first period?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Study hall. You?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Drama, but I can pretty much skip it whenever I want since my scene's not being done today.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods as it's just the two of you in the janitor's closet pushed closely together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nuzzles into your shoulder with affectionate coos.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you ever need this again for any reason, just talk to me. I won't say no.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think of an appropriate answer.</span><br />&quot;I will if need be. I promise.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You peck her a kiss on her forehead and continue holding her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y'know, since we're pretty much skipping our first periods...wanna go again?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh lawdy, yes.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy immediately latches onto you once more as sparks flicker between you two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands start to explore her body hungrily as?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The janitor door opens abruptly, the loud clicking of it making you and her both jump.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy immediately covers her top with her unbuttoned shirt as quickly try to pull your pants up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door opens as you are both met with the judgemental eyes of the school's janitor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's not as tall as you, but he's still imposing and wields a cold, dangerous look in his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His hair is nonexistent other than his bushy gray moustache that only helps obscure his mouth making him all the more unreadable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His gut is a bit prominent as his beer belly sags under his light blue undershirt, but his uniform jacket covers the rest while matching the color of his pants: a dark blue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He adjusts his red cap before looking at you two with has barely open--yet still somehow piercing--eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Derpy fear for the worst.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You two kids gon' do stuff?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Derpy and she looks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both nod, knowing you cannot escape the janitor's wrath through petty lies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He stares at the two of you before a finger taps his shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, Scruffy, sir? Something wrong?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't see who it is behind him as the doorway of this tiny closet covers the speaker, but the voice is definitely a male.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scruffy looks at whoever is talking behind him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See fer yourself.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He moves out of the way letting the open door reveal you and Derpy to this mystery man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you see him...oh?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, you're a guy, but he's still kinda cute?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's a very young man in his mid twenties with flawless skin and nice eyes of a blue or green with a bit of a greyish tint with some yellow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's dressed in a striped button-up shirt that reveals below the bottom of the red sweater he wears over it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's probably just come inside the building a few minutes go seeing as how his coat is still on him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The jeans he wears aren't blue but a faded grey, and they fit the shape of his slender legs perfectly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He wears sneakers that are more appropriate for a jogger than a teacher, but his athletic proportions tell you he's probably a runner after school or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All in all, he looks like a dorky hipster from a coffee shop...but a cute and handsome dork nonetheless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He clearly works it, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have a feeling your new friend Rarity would be proud of this man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks at you and Derpy sitting on the janitor's closet floor as Scruffy leans on the doorway with a toothpick picking his teeth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This young man, nods when he realizes what just occurred.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok, I think I got a..vivid...idea of what's down...Uh, Scruffy?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Think you can, like, I dunno, make sure the kids don't talk about this, please? You're pretty good at suppressing speech and stuff, so I just thought that....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scruffy squints his eyes before the man can finish.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Er, I meant stopping rumors from spreading! Yeah, that's it. Just, uh...Yeah?.I'll stop talking now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Give Scruffy five dollars. Then we got a deal.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mystery man groans, and receives the cash from his wallet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There, I gave you seven, how&#160;?bout that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scruffy nods before walking off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mystery man watches as Scruffy wanders off until he resumes looking at you two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sighs, putting his hand through his brunette hair.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wish your hair looked as good as his?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He puts hands on his hips and enters the closet while closing the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, what were you two doing, and, uh, why aren't you in class?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, are you even a teacher here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, kinda? Today's my first day, so I don't really...Sorry, off topic.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Derpy to see her thoughts on this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She simply shrugs.</span><br />&quot;So...what's your name?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He clears his throat and stands up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, forgot to introduce myself. I'm Barry Allen. Just call me Mr. Allen.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You look pretty young for a teacher,&quot; says Derpy with a thoughtful tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you two look like you're going to be in big trouble unless you explain yourselves.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy winces.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just got buuuurned?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to think of an explanation for you and Derpy's current status until you realize something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy is topless, only covering herself with her unbuttoned shirt with her bra on the floor, and your pants are just barely up enough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sweat on you and her's bodies also were a massive indicator of what just occurred.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't lie out of this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you were ever good at lying, but...</span><br />&quot;Mr. Allen, I promise we were not going to have sex or anything...just...you know...fun?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mister Allen nods, but searches his pocket for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What he brings out from it is a key chain with several keys on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go to the old locker room and finish up. Scruffy's got scheduling' conflicts keeping him from going in there today...don't tell anyone, ok?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He hands Derpy the keys.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, thank you??&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wait, why aren't we getting in trouble? Shouldn't we be suspended or something?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not looking to get people in trouble in an environment I'm unfamiliar with?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're curious as to why he said unfamiliar so ominously, but you sweep it away as unimportant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With Mr. Allen done with you two, he opens the door of the closet and lets you two leave.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pinch yourself a little to see if you're awake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah. Awake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As of now you sit at your desk watching stupid videos on your laptop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you're Algebra teacher didn't necessarily teach your class math...he &quot;guides&quot; you through it as he let's these stupid videos on a terrible online course guide you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This &quot;course&quot; is hated throughout the school, and none dare speak its name for their detestment won't allow them to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This program is known as Khan Academy...and you hate it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just sit and watch the stupid thing while taking notes?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Note that are useless because when you're forced to do five problems related to the video in a row, most of the problems are different than what's fucking shown!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God you hate it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you're not in another math class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd rather do no work and learn nothing than get more homework and learn nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Either way, you're not learning a damn thing about math.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hooray.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your desk is at the very corner of the room, away from the teacher's visibility.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...What if you decided to play bad student and browsed the internet instead?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, the teacher's not gonna come around over to you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smirk as you exit the video and go to google.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What do you wanna do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could go write, listen to some music?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thought beams in your mind.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could look up the Streak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You type in the search bar &quot;The Streak&quot; and are greeted with numerous news articles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each one has a picture of what's obviously a flaw with the camera and the lens it has, but you click on one anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's from the Bugle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neat-o.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Let's see?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A person was getting mugged, yada yada yada?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A streak of many colors and light threw the mugger down and he was brought to the police in a matter of seconds?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The eyewitness could only take a picture of what looks like a stupid gleam of red on the camera lens of their phone, but what was actually the streak itself running off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surely there'd be traffic footage of this streak then, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Wait a minute!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can looks at the traffic cameras and record them!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd have to watch the video piece by piece until you notice it, because you honestly don't want to fast forward the video and end up missing the streak?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That is unless you notice a pattern?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to wonder if Marc the Hobo has any knowledge on the streak at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know a few sites that let you see the traffic cams, but you'll have to ask someone how to record it for yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you're no computer-whiz, just a photographer and somewhat a journalist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder who could help you with that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />Twilight!<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, she could help you!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's a genius in, like, everything!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The challenge would be convincing her why she should help you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...If you can catch a good photo of the &quot;streak&quot;, you can make some more money for the Bugle?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe that will help convince Twilight?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hmmm....</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon? Are you focusing on your work?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly click back onto an open tab of the program with jump, your teach, Mr. Pinn, looks at you suspiciously.</span><br />&quot;Uh, yeah. Working on binomials, sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The stench of coffee on his breath wafts up your nose as he simply breathes and looks at your computer screen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Due to his short size of 5' 4&quot;, he doesn't have to bend over much to observe what you've been &quot;working on&quot; in khan academy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His short grey hair is covered in so many oils that you can't believe he hasn't showered off yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sucks that when you sit in the chair, his smelly scalp is right beneath your nose?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, those aren't binomials, they're linear equations,&quot; he grumbles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He folds his arms with disappointment written all over his face.</span><br />&quot;Oh. Uh, I knew that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He glares at you silently for a moment, but sighs out a breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try not to cough at the smell of piss-quality coffee from it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do better.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He walks back to his desk as you're about to?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;BRRRRREEEEEEEEIIIIIRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!!!!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The classroom's hands immediately reach to cover their ears from the high-pitched noise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hell?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fire drill?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mr. Pinn looks at the whole class and grows a stern but calm look on his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Line up and follow me! Be quiet too!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He stands at the door waiting for the students to listen--and they do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They chatter over the shrill shriek of the alarm about if this is just a mere drill, or an actual fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your class exits the classroom, Mr. Pinn keeps a cool facade, not answering whether this is a drill or not as he keeps leading you to the assigned fire exits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Other classes do the same as you, most already at the fire exits, flooding them up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is gonna take a while?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone chatters about whether this is real or fake, and several students explain that while they're not sure it's a fire, they know it's not a drill.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If there is a fire, then that means you just foolishly left your camera in the classroom!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this realization, you sneak away from the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn, the hallway back from where you came is too crowded now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're gonna have to take another route to get to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you enter the most empty hallway, you start to see something...unsettling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The entire hallway is completely wrecked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The walls have been slammed by something massive, the lights flickering, and the ceiling has partially fallen to the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet you still proceed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your camera has EVERYTHING on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't afford to lose it with all the pictures you have stored on it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You at least have to get the card out of the camera itself!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stepping over the destroyed part of the ceiling, you see more and more carnage that has been brought on the place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're pretty intimidated by the water fountain being torn of the wall and thrown as the pipes squirt it in the air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There seems to be a specific pile of debris from the wall that almost looks like it buried someone?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You study the pile closely, observing the almost deliberate stack of junk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding that in case someone is under the rubble, you dig through it to make sure no one is injured underneath it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nope.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, that's good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head down the hall in search of your classroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fire alarm is excruciatingly loud, and gives you major deja-vu from the burning apartment you were trapped in but a few days ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite this, you push on and finally reach your classroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hallway you would've taken is clear now, and all the students are safe outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Except for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doesn't matter, the pictures on your camera are worth hundreds of dollars each.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't let that go to waste.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enter your classroom as the lights flicker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well, you head to your seat in the corner and grab your camera bag.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This wasn't so bad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, maybe you could be a firefighter in the future, huh?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been in two fires by now, so?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait a minute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Is this a fire at all?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fires don't smash things and shit?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why didn't you know that while walking down the hallway?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weird?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Welp, time to get going.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You carry your bag out of the classroom and walk calmly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Wait, no!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need to think about why there's no fire or smoke!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What's happening here?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is it a shooting?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shootings don't leave smashed holes in the ceiling!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You growl in frustration.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not thinking straight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like your rationality is being fogged.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...What's going on and what have you gotten yourself into?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hurry out the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh my god.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ooooh my god, why are you so dizzy?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You collapse onto the floor of the hallway, too disoriented to get yourself up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Anon? Anon, what are you doing, get up!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where's that voice coming from?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sounds like it's coming from all directions, but how?</span><br />&quot;Wh-what's happening?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The voice comes nearer...it sounds familiar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You no longer hear the fire alarm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's wrong with you!? We need to go! Now!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your vision is so blurred you can't tell who it is?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice, though?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So sweet, so concerned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She jostles you in her hold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my god, are you okay! Please be okay, please!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swear you know that voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite not being able to see from so much dizziness and mind-fog, you think you know who it is.</span><br />&quot;...Sunny?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's waiting for you outside I bet, now c'mon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try harder to look at her?</span><br />&quot;Oh. Hey, Spiders. Sorry, you just reminded me of my best friend is all.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey just stares at you incredulously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why are you so calm!? What's wrong with you!?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I dunno...I kinda feel loopy I guess...Like I'm about to fall asleep but won't.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman urgently tries to feel your pulse.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my god, you're heart's so slow! What happened?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can finish, the sound of heavy stomps interrupt you with a following cackle.</span><br />&quot;...Did you hear that cackle?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I know what's going on. Here, lemme turn you over.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She does and takes off your shirt.</span><br />&quot;I know we kissed and all, but taking off my cloths already?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What, you want me to buy you dinner, instead?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wait, you're not actually going to...YOW!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A rip of something that was on your skin takes you by surprise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn around to it, your mind much more clear.</span><br />&quot;The hell?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn back over to find Spidey holding what looks to be?</span><br />&quot;Is that a sticker of a cat?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She groans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, it's disguised as one, but it's used to drug people. It secretes a type of substance that's absorbed by the skin. Through a chemical reaction, it creates this drug again and again in your system until the strip is removed.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Shit, I was drugged?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's what I just said?here, let's get you outta here before--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Four metallic tendrils burst through the ceiling above, grabbing you by your shirtless body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scream for terror as they start to recoil back up to their place of origin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thinking fast, Spider-Woman quickly shoots two long ropes of web, and pulls you back to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mechanical arms Only pull harder at this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shriek as you've become a piece of tug-of-war between the two, your body stretching far too much than it should.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey's pull increases as eventually she not only brings you close to her, but the arms as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a slip of one arm's hand, you and and the arm's (alongside their master) land on the floor with rubble and debris from the ceiling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a growl, the wielder of the mechanically monstrous arms reveals herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The Doctor is in, dear Anonymous!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doc-Ock's returned for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucked.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hallway is lined with broken, dented lockers of a dark green color.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey stands facing Doc-Ock, ready to leap to the walls in case her foe tries to catch her off guard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She knows that if she moves, she'll probably be snapped up by the mechanical arms, but maybe she could out maneuver her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But if she can't, she'd be in the metallic arms' grasp!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It must be better to wait for the enemy to strike her then, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doc-Ock's snarl turns into a toothy grin with a cocky laugh as she starts to catch on that neither she and her foe will make the first move.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm surprised that fate has let me run not only into my precious target of desire--but that you've appeared at the exact same location I was planning to.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey scoffs as she pushes you behind her a bit more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah? Well I'm surprised too. Thought I'd at least see you wearing a shirt under your ugly trench coat this time. I mean c&#160;?mon, Doc, we're at a school. That coat's barely covering your girls, girl! At least get a bra or something.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The menacing Doctor Octopus does not break her more threatening demeanor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You seemed quite open to letting them remain free during our last meeting, and so did he if I recall,&quot; she says, pointing at you with a metal tendril.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nice shirt, if I do say so myself, Anon. You should dress like that more often.&quot;</span><br />&quot;But I don't have a shirt on right now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's the idea,&quot; she says with a hint of flirtiness in her voice.</span><br />&quot;Oh?.Oh!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush as you realize what she means.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doc-Ock continues to stare down at your protector through her pitch-black lab goggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd say let's take this somewhere else less public, my dearest Spider-Woman, but I'm fairly certain that anyone foolish enough to stay in this hallway?&quot; she taps her chin as she pretends to ponder, &quot;...Oh, I forgot. There aren't any left in this building except for you all.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Spider-Woman's hand pushes you back behind her, you can feel how shaky she truly is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not funny,&quot; she growls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You may not be able to see under her crimson mask, but you're wondering if her face is crimson under it as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or if you're fucked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That is also a reoccurring thought on your mind right now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Probably should be leaving now and start sprinting away from this mad woman with robo-tentacles straight out of hentai....for the second time .</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Saying that this is the second time this has happened only proves you need to leave, doesn't it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah. It does.</span><br />&quot;So, uh, can I run away?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you want to. It'll only be more fun for me though, Anonymous,&quot; Doc-Ock purrs with a disturbing smile.</span><br />&quot;...Spidey, I feel like I need an adult.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, there are none in the school right now thanks to her.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doc-Ock takes on an overly sweet tone as she focuses on you even more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I hope you liked the kitten sticker, Anon. It was supposed to make this kidnapping of you a whole lot smoother....until someone grew jealous, that is!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the word&#160;?jealous', something snaps in Spidey's brain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;JEALOUS!? I'M NOT JEALOUS! YOU'RE JEALOUS BECAUSE HE MADE OUT WITH ME!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She immediately covers her masked mouth with her hands at the information she just blasted out in a rage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doc-Ock's human fist clench.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;HE DID WHAT!?!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh boy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Running time it is, then.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's pissed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You waste no time preparing to sprint off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you're about five feet away from the villain, one of her arms begins to move so it can snatch you up.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh no you won't!&quot; Spider-Woman shouts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With great speed, she whips out her arms straight in front of her and fires a gooey web from her wrist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the impact of a punch hitting Doc in her face with a globby ball of thick webbing, she's blinded by the sticky and thick material.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shouts in frustration trying desperately to remove it so she may see.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least half of her four mechanical arms manage to take it off with a cringe-inducing &quot;RRRRIIIIPP!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Must've been like ripping off a big plaster off from your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ouch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her visibility no longer hindered, she growls when she sees you and Spidey fleeing down the hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the fact that you've seen Spider-Woman run at least 30 mph, she runs next to you as Doc-Ock stampedes down the hall like a lion...a lion with robo-tentacles and legs tearing everything up that's around her, that is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're pretty worried at this point, as is your partner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Any reason why Doc-Ock's chasing you for the second time?&quot; Spidey yells over the sound of your chaser's carnage through the hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You answer with the best theory on your mind.</span><br />&quot;I don't know! I think she's seriously wanting to keep me as a sex slave this time! Like, for real!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can practically feel Spidey's&#160;?dafuq?' face under her mask as she tilts her head in confusion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You sure you've never had any girlfriends? This is the third time I've saved you from sexual assault and potential kidnapping.&quot;</span><br />&quot;?.Is it really that easy to tell I've never had a girlfriend?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous needs no girlfriend except for me, whether he likes it or not!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe we should sit and chat at lunch instead of kidnapping, then? I heard that leaves a great first impression on guys!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doc roars as she flings a trash bin at the running Spidey.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With inhuman reflexes, she doesn't even have to look to kick it away so she doesn't trip.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As more and more things are thrown at you while running, you give a nervous glance to your fellow victim.</span><br />&quot;Hey Spidey?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...I'm scared.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You should be. You really, really should be.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, the hallway reaches a dead-end, and you and Spidey are both cornered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know there's nowhere else to run.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Spidey are trapped.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doc stands on her four mechanical monsters as her shadow covers you two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at Spider-Woman with an angry snarl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You should never lay hands on my property you annoying arachnid. It is inevitable that Anonymous will be my plaything within my lab...I could let you join him if you so desire, though. Letting you watch the things I'd do to my little&#160;?boyfriend' here would be...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She breathes shakily as her arms bring her face close to Spidey's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...very pleasurable. I bet you'd love to see me make him into my property.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman's hands clench into fist</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you dare call him that!&quot; she yells.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before Spidey can throw a knuckle sandwich, Doctor Octopus torpedos an arm around her neck to the wall, choking the crimson crime-fighter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With another hand, she bundles Spidey's wrist as well, hoping it will make sure the web-slinging hero won't cause any trouble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Or what? You'll try to run away even faster, you insipid fool!? Do you forget already that you two are cornered?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give a worried glance to Spider-Woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks fearful of what to do, but angry at Doc-Ock's gloating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gags for air, banging against the metal arm with all her strength, but her strength only dwindles as does the air she can manage to breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have two choices, Anon,&quot; says the maniacal Doctor, &quot;I can take you back to my lair or I can take her life.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;ACK! A-anon! D-don't--!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doc-Ock slams Spidey against the wall violently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;SILENCE! Now what'll it be, Anonymous!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have no choice...</span><br />&quot;...What'll you do to me?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a mischievous chuckle, she smirks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The better question is...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A mechanical arm slithers around your cheek, caressing it gingerly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cold, icy metal touching your skin gives you goosebumps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Descending to the ground, her remaining free tendrils place her directly in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That smug smile suddenly seems so...dominating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans so she may whisper to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What wouldn't I do with you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She licks the lobe of your ear and nips it.</span><br />&quot;MEEP!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey starts thrashing around in Doc's hold, anger fueling her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can only imagine how purple her face is under that mask.</span><br />&quot;I...I'll do it. I'll go with you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N-no! Anon, you don't have to--GAK!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doc smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I knew you'd come around.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;NO!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fueled by total rage, Spidey rips her arms out from the mechanical hand's hold, and blasts web into Doc-Ock's eyes again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once the arm on her neck lets her go to remove the webbing, she picks you up bridal style.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hang on tight.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why, I thought you'd never ask. Got a plan?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. Run and hide.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While holding you, she runs past the blinded Doc-Ock, and races down the hallway.</span><br />&quot;Wait, we're going to hide!? That's all!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, any ideas where, kid?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, it's not like you want to face Doc-Ock again?</span><br />&quot;Wait, why don't we just sneak out of the school?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's on lock down until the cops arrive. If we sneak out, we let Ock out. If we want her caught, we have to stay in the building.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br />&quot;Well, where are we gonna hide?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why do you think I asked you!?&quot; she yells.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your thoughts race of any locations that seem smart.</span><br />&quot;Uh, how about one of the boy's bathroom?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Are you kidding me? Why would I go in there!?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Cause our multi-legged friend won't?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She huffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine! Where's the closest one?&quot;</span><br />&quot;To our left!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She skids to a stop so abrupt that it could almost leave skid marks on the floor of the hallway, and quickly leaps into the restroom.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both pant, hearts beating like drums in a band.</span><br />&quot;Hey Spidey?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You can stop carrying me bridal style now,&quot; you say with red cheeks, &quot;i-if you want to, that is?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey awkwardly places you down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry. Kinda got used to you holding onto me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;L-lewd.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She facepalms with a playful sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You just escaped from being her prisoner, but you're already making jokes?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes.</span><br />&quot;Uh, kinda of like you do on a daily basis?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She raises a finger to counter, but falls silent.</span><br />&quot;Thought so,&quot; you say with a triumphant smile.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I do this everyday so I get used to it unlike you who's gotten TOO used to it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She taps her chin as another thought occurs to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...In fact, I've saved you like, I dunno, four times this week. You're gonna draw attention to yourself from my enemies if we keep this up. They could try and kidnap you like Ock wants!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean against the bathroom wall with your arms crossed.</span><br />&quot;I dunno, I kinda like the attention I get from you when you're around to save my butt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, so you're okay being my damsel in distress?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to respond, but find no words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey grins under her mask.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thought so.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, she's good.</span><br />&quot;Using my own words against me? Clever. Speaking of clever, you sure it's a good idea to hide so the Feds catch Doc? I mean, not that I'm complaining about your company and all, but I'd rather chill out without a raving lunatic wanting to kidnap me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey nods with certainty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, it is a good idea. It all depends on when they get here though.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her curiously.</span><br />&quot;...You know how to tell when they are here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scoffs jeeringly as she brings out her cellphone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It has no case on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unwise for a web-slinger you think.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course I do. I know the police code and hacked into their radio. I just have to listen through my earbuds.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, she can hack? Maybe she can help you with your streak investigation.</span><br />&quot;...Can you hack traffic cams? Maybe, I dunno, teach me how?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hesitates for a minute in a rather nervous way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're skeptical of her &quot;hacking prowess&quot; from this response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Uh, maybe later? Why, what about it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...You know about the streak, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods slowly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, let me tell you that over half of those photos are actually me...but you know that, right?&quot; she says.</span><br />&quot;Uh huh, but I have someone who saw it in person--the colors, the speed, the blur, all of it. I'm starting to think that there is more to this streak than everyone thought.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a playful sigh, she leans on the wall next you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're adorable.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Baka.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey chuckles quietly, but finishes with a sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her posture changes a bit as she slouches on the wall a bit more warily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You are probably the nicest guy I know, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice sounds different.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It usually sounds higher, sarcastic, and quick...but this voice sounded much more real.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swear you've heard this voice before, but you don't focus on where it's from.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You focus on why it sounds sad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking at her, you see Spidey hanging her head low, vacantly staring at the bathroom floor while she leans beside you on the bathroom wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to grab her hand and hold it.</span><br />&quot;And you, Spidey, are Amazing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at you under her mask, and you can see the tiny smile under the fabric.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks,&quot; her hand holds yours back, &quot;you're pretty Spectacular yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the smile, her tone is somewhat dismal.</span><br />&quot;Something wrong?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes her head&#160;?no'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Someone I knew would tell me the exact same thing. He'd always go&#160;?You, Spidey are amazing.'&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're actually named Spidey?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She groans playfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know what I mean.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gaze into her masked eyes as your the corners of your lips curve upward in a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Several minutes go by with you two both enjoying each other's company, silence being far more preferred over conversation as the presence of the other is enough to satisfy the void where talk would typically be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, a freakin' fanboy of Spidey, is holding her hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could die happy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...But what about her past, why she does this, or everything else about her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's kept everything a mystery from you so far, but with the closeness reached between you two, shouldn't it be appropriate to at least drop hints about the other's past?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've always wanted to know more about her, how she feels?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know, get to know who she really is even if she has to hide her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey seems to see you pondering over this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Something wrong?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head&#160;?no'.</span><br />&quot;Not really. I'm just thinking about you. What you're like,&quot; you explain.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tilts her masked head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What I'm like as in??&quot;</span><br />&quot;As in why someone like you is around. Why do you do what you do? You could do lots of other things, you know. Maybe become a celebrity, wrestler...why use your abilities like this?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey exhales wearily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's a long story.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I work for the Bugle. Stories are kinda my business next to photography.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to sound casual to ease her; make her trust you a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She still doesn't answer, but thinks about it.</span><br />&quot;Look, I'm not asking for exactly what happened. Just give me a general idea.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You sure?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand clasps around her's just a bit tighter.</span><br />&quot;Positive,&quot; you say with a warm smile.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods and clears her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I did some bad things. Things that I'm not proud of. I was selfish, rude, brash...I always thought that I was better than everyone else because of my own talents, but I never let myself appreciate others and their uniqueness. I was the worst. I bullied people, permanently ruined the closest friendships...because I wanted to better and thought I was.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She can see the surprise in your eyes at this revelation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I know. It's not exactly what you'd think of me, huh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Maybe if you were a super-villain,&quot; you say with surprise.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;R-right?But let's say I was given a second chance after a traumatic event that changed me forever thanks to these, uh, friends I have. Despite them helping me out and making me a good person, a lot of people still haven't forgiven me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hangs her head low.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't blame them. The old me was pretty bad. Some of the things I did can't be redeemed no matter what. Even though it all worked out eventually, I still know that people were hurt because of me. After an...accident...I got these powers. I didn't do anything with them because I was scared to. For a long time I had them as a secret...until I found a way to make some cash.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You didn't kill anyone, did you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hand shakes as you hold it as you hear her throat go hoarse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She starts to cry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your skin goes white as your breath is taken from you by a shocked gasp.</span><br />&quot;Y-you...no?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods her head sadly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I did, but not like you think. I was going to a wrestler's match. If I won, I'd make a million dollars. If I lost, then I could at least gain some publicity.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're blown away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd never imagine this from the woman who's saved your life numerous times now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was a hard fight, but I didn't have any skills at the time. I did win the match, though...unfortunately.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What do you mean&#160;?unfortunately'?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I went to the office to get my money...but instead of a million, I only got 500,000 total. Now I could have walked away with more than enough money...but I got selfish. I took the cash anyways, but when I was at the door on my way out, I let a guy in. It was a robber. He put a gun up and demanded money. I just stood and watched in anger. I even let the robber get away with his money. That's what I thought was justice...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey looks at you, and you can feel a deep glare penetrating your soul.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The same robber murdered the one person who was always their for me only an hour later. The same guy I said called me amazing like you did.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You eyes start to well up with alligator tears.</span><br />&quot;I didn't mean to--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's ok, Anon. He'd like you....I'll just never forget the words he lived by. He thought I was going through puberty or something, but it still applied to my life.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What did he say?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey looks at you, face to mask and voice steady.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She raises your hands and holds them caringly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...I...I'll tell you another time. Just...please. Please promise me that you'll be better and use your talents for what's right, ok kid?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let her words dance in your mind for a minute before finally answering.</span><br />&quot;I promise.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This man that died seemed wise, not to mention impactful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wanna ask about him.</span><br />&quot;...Was he a good man?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The closest thing I'll ever have to a father.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod silently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was heavy territory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding to be supportive you envelope her in a caring hug.</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry Spidey. I bet it's been hard, huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hero sighs as you pat her on the back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's alright. I just know it was all my fault. I could have stopped the robber.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shush her.</span><br />&quot;It wasn't your fault.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, don't?&quot; she says with a menacing tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You back off from hugging her.</span><br />&quot;Well, ok, sure your actions were kinda responsible, but we make mistakes. The difference between you and others though is that you're now doing the right thing. Whoever this man was, he'd be proud of you if he was right here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles with a weary sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks. You're a lot like him, you know; calm, smart, pleasant?even had the same humor as you do now that I think about it. Maybe that's why you're my best friend.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your brow at that.</span><br />&quot;Uh, we've only been friends for less than a weak.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She abruptly pauses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;O-oh! Uh, right. I knew that. Just feels like I've known you forever...And that I don't want you to leave...or get hurt...or--&quot;</span><br />&quot;Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She look at you for a moment as she cups your creek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're a great guy, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And you, Spidey,&quot; you say with a smile, &quot;are Amazing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull her in for another warm hug.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey's body feels extraordinary in your arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The soft fabric of her tights do justice to her athletic body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unlike Applejack, whose body was also hip-tastic, Spidey has the build of a martial artist more than a tough farm girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's almost as tall as you are, but still not as short as the average woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder if she does yoga like you did as a kid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her slender frame still had a certain broadness to it, and her arms and legs were quite muscular.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's easy to find yourself enjoying your hands over the nice fabric that holds her flesh under the tight suit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, are you feeling me up?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A pause follows until she breaks it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Oh my god, you're totally feeling me up.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ok, just a little bit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just a little bit? You're cradling my hips.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down and find your hands grasping onto her fantastic love handles.</span><br />&quot;Uh, sorry. They're nice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull away from the&#160;?hug' awkwardly with your cheeks the color of roses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Aaaand now you're checking me out.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I can't help it, okay? I've been...active this morning.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see her jaw under her mask hang open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh lawdy?</span><br />&quot;Look, a friend of mine apparently has this huge crush on me...she knows I have a crush on this other girl?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head&#160;?no'.</span><br />&quot;Ok, not really some&#160;?other' girl, she's also my best friend. Point is that this friend who had a crush on me said that she at least wanted to&#160;?experience' some things she knows she will probably never do with me again. I couldn't exactly say no. She had journalistic info I could use. Never had time to give it to me, though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey remains still as a statue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How far did you and her go?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is quiet, holding back some emotions that you're not sure of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It ain't exactly a happy tone she has, though.</span><br />&quot;Uh, scusi moi?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How far did you go? What did you do with her?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel uncomfortable.</span><br />&quot;Look, I know you were just open to me with your whole backstory and stuff, but I never pulled a Tommy Wiseau and asked: &quot;How is your sex life?&quot; to you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Look, did you screw her or not?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That tone is starting to sound a wee bit creepy now.</span><br />&quot;N-no. We just made out, did some foreplay...Can you stop being creepy please?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;...Fine. I just...do you think she might've been the one who put the stick on your back?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give her a goofy smile, not sure if she's serious or not.</span><br />&quot;Uh, yeah, Derpy wouldn't do that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Derpy?&quot; she asks more to herself than to you.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, she's a friend of mine. Nicest girl, she has a thing for muffins too. She'd probably like you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Yeah. Sure.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is she upset?</span><br />&quot;You sound irritated. Is something wrong?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? Oh, no, no! I'm fine! Fine, fine, fine! Just, uh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh what? Why would you be upset? I mean unless you were...Oh my god.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The corners of your lips travel upwards to form a devious smile.</span><br />&quot;You're jealous.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No I'm not! I just don't think you should've...done that...and things?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start sputtering out loud laughs.</span><br />&quot;Ha! Oh my god, you are SO jealous!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shaddup,&quot; she says quietly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can only imagine her pouting behind her mask.</span><br />&quot;You were supposed to say&#160;?b-baka!' and stuff.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly--BAM!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A toilet from the girls' room comes crashing through the wall, broken pipes blasting water up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hole in the wall reveals none other than Doctor Octopus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Desu,&quot; she says in a threatening monotone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's all the motivation you need to start running out of the bathroom with Spidey.</span><br />&quot;Oh fuck me!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't motivate her!&quot; Shimmer yells.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The villain cocks a brow behind the shades the cover her identity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You think I need any more motivation other than him alone?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know, you seem to be rather satisfied when it comes to robberies. Someone paying you big bucks on the black market? Trying to traffic him? C'mon Doc, spill the beans.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doctor Octopus stomps through the hole in the wall with her mechanical arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You think I'd tell you anything, plan or not?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You always do which gives me enough time to escape your dumb traps?.and enough time to do this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do wha--?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Here's web in your eye!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once again, the mighty Doctor Octopus is blinded by the thick web-like material.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey then points to the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go! Leave the school building! As long as I keep her here, then the feds will catch her when they arrive!&quot;</span><br />&quot;But what about you!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be fine!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of the four wailing and disoriented arms immediately swipes her to the sink and mirror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take off running like a goddamn Kenyan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Or snapped a photo real quickly first?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Either way, you run off before Doctor Octopus can start chasing you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...While quickly taking snapshots of the wreckage too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're a journalist/photographer, and you've got great material, ok!?!?</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, the front doors of the school?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Panting, you stop running and walk to them with a sense of victory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just escaped a fucking psychopath again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A metal should be placed in your honor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Or in Spidey's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Preferably yours, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you open the front doors, the view you're met with is the entire front of CHS crowded with SWAT teams in riot gear surrounding it, police officers holding back waves of reporters, three police copters, two news copters, and a flock of geese.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That last one wasn't really relevant, it's just weird because you didn't know geese were still migrating or whatever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or were they?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, you did see a flock fly by last week, so maybe you're wrong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You're still focusing on the geese, aren't you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Several SWAT troops quickly rush up to you, pulling you by the arm into safety.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't even care, you're just kinda exhausted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you're pulled away, you see your Dad among the crowd of people.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave tiredly to him like you would after a long day of school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which it kind of was?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You pass out rather abruptly.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yawn as your eyes begin to open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wake up in the back of a car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The back of a police car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind is foggy and your legs and lungs burn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel sore, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What happened??</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You were running earlier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Running around in the school...from...Spider-Woman?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, no...it was from...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then it hits you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The memories wash up from the back of your mind like a savage tsunami.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman was fighting Doc-Ock, you and her hid in the bathroom, and she made you run?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You passed out when you escaped too, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, that's right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You saw Dad out in the crowd, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now why the hell are you in a cop's car?</span><br />&quot;What's goin' on?&quot; you ask sleepily.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two men in the front both look familiar, especially the older one in the passenger seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't see their faces very well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The window-thing (in the back that blocks the front of the car so it prevents you from touching the driver) makes sure of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tap on it a little to let them--whoever they are--know you're awake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The man in the passenger seat turns to you, and opens up the window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rise and shine, son.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is that--?</span><br />&quot;Officer Gordon?&quot; you say with confusion, &quot;what's going on?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mustachioed officer readjusts his glasses as he groans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's Commissioner. Commissioner Gordon, remember?&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;Oh. Sorry, I forgot you're the commissioner...but, uh, who's he?&quot; you point to the driver.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's a rather large looking guy, quite fat and plump from the looks of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He wears an old grey trench coat with a matching hat (an actual fedora, not a trilby), and the hair on the back of his head is jet black and greasy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His jacket needs to be ironed too, cause it's way too wrinkly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His angry eyes glare at you from the rear-view mirror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, me? Well it don't matter who I am, kid! I'm just bein' a nice, little ol' chauffeur for Gordon here instead of findin' out where some eight-legged freak without a shirt on is hidin',&quot; he says with an aggressive American-Italian accent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bullock!&quot; scolds Gordon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? It's true, Commish! I'm not meant to be driving this stupid kid around and pickin' up your daughter!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well that doesn't mean you get to behave like a&#160;?stupid kid' yourself, Detective Bullock! Now focus on the damn road!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;?Bullock' mutters under his breath, fist clenched against the wheel tightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon sighs and looks back at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, Anon, we're taking you to the Police office to ask you a few questions, ok?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...He's not going to be interrogating me, is he?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon shrugs with a look that says&#160;?yeah, probably'.</span><br />&quot;Yippee. Second time I've been brought to an interrogation room this week...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The commissioner chuckles slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You should be proud. You're the first kid I've taken twice that's actually clean both times going in there.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's comforting.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, well don't go too comfortable,&quot; Bullock says rudely, &quot;gettin' punks like you to squeal is what I do, and I'm gonna get answers from ya one way or another.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really don't like this guy's attitude.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks like he hasn't had a good night's sleep in weeks, but his fat gut tells you he probably sleeps on the job.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get up in his face about his attitude.</span><br /><br />&quot;What's your problem, man? What're you even upset about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look outside and find out for yourself, punk.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do, and are surprised to find the car driving past the police department.</span><br />&quot;What? Why'd we just pass it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon sighs as his partner glares at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...We have to pick my daughter up from school.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, no, what?</span><br />&quot;Uh, and why're you doing this now?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bullock scratches his double chin as he speaks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Because the entire city's schools are all scared. Scared of what that freaky maniac girl's gonna do next. Don't blame&#160;?em either.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then you shouldn't blame me for this either, Harvy, because I'm scared about my child like any normal father! Now stop complaining!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Father?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You saw your father in the crowd of reporters...where is he now?</span><br />&quot;...What about my dad? What's he doing? And everyone else? They're all alright...right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon goes quiet, thinking of a way to word his answer correctly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, he decides to wait to explain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll tell ya later, Anon. He and I had to sort out some things. Maybe when Barbara's in the car...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Barbara...yeah, that was his daughter's name.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one that also said you looked cute behind the glass when you were interrogated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one going to Canterlot High soon if you remember correctly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one you thought was his extremely elderly wife on the phone when you were there last time.</span><br />&quot;Ok, whatever you say officer.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Commissioner.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Whatever.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bullock pulls up at Crystal Prep and parks in the lot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The many students in their uniforms .</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really hope this Barbara chick isn't a preppy bitch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This school's infamous for it's rude and snobbish behavior.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rumor is it's gotten better recently, but nothing changes overnight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The uniformed students each head to either their car or a waiting parent's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;None of them look too concerned about the reason why they're dismissing early, but you wouldn't believe that a topless woman with robo-arms would attack your school a week ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bullock proceeds to undo his seatbelt as does Commissioner Gordon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They look at you expectantly.</span><br />&quot;...What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bullock groans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sheesh, get a clue, kid. You're gonna walk in to get Barbs with us, is that simple?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Won't they think I've been arrested and that you're bringing a criminal into school?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry about it, son. They're gonna know you're no criminal,&quot; reassures Gordon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find this hard to believe.</span><br />&quot;And you know this how?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;?Cause of the news. You've been on the papers more than the ink they print on. And now? Everyone in this city saw you get out of the building. They think you're innocent?&quot; explains Bullock, &quot;but I /know/ you're guilty, punk. Now get out of the car.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Harvy, go easy on the kid! He's been through alot this week, more than most kids should!&quot; says Gordon in your defense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But that's just the thing! First he takes the first picture of her--she's there with him. Then a restaurant he's at is attacked--she's there with him again. Then he plays hero and gets a kid outta a fire--she's there with him AGAIN! He's up to somethin', Gordon, and it don't take a detective to figure it out.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HARVY, WE WILL DISCUSS THIS LATER! NOW SHUT THE HELL UP!&quot; shouts Gordon, his face red with anger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Harvy tips his hat to cover his eyes a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Yes sir,&quot; he says with underlying malice.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He exits the vehicle before either of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Commissioner Gordon proceeds looks at you awkwardly, shocked by his own anger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I'm sorry, son. I'm just worried about my daughter is all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The look in his eyes is familiar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tired, weary, purple circles around the bloodshot eyes that've been awake far too long.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the same look that Sunset has whenever you're with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That sad look in that says they're concerned about something--as in something they care about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He must be scared for his daughter, Barbara.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And his wife--whoever she is--must be absolutely petrified about both her husband and daughter's safety.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod your head, feeling sympathy for the jaded man.</span><br />&quot;Don't sweat it, I understand. You and your wife must be worried sick about her sometimes. I get it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He pauses, his mouth about to speak words, but he closes it before he speaks, the sadness in his eyes becoming more prevalent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon. Let's get Barbara, ok? ...Maybe we can stop at a drive-thru for you two. Betcha didn't have lunch after what happened, eh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You know it...Commissioner.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's Commissioner, not offi--oh, wait.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His mustache curls as he smiles lightly and gives you a wink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon, son. Let's go.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exit the car with Commissioner Gordon and find Harvy sulking against the trunk of the car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Took ya long enough,&quot; he grumbles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon rolls his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut up and walk, Harvy.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Entering Crystal Prep, it seems that you're assumptions were right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The interior of the school was just as pretentious and preppy as the outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, yeah, CHS looks more like a stupid kindergarten school with it's poorly designed colors and whatnot?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...But designing rooms so they look like something from a crystal castle?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making your lockers look like cupboards for servants in an 1800's era mansion--painted to resemble crystal?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the fuck?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This school is weird.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hallway is easily the simplest location you've seen yet at this place, but it's all royal blue with these fancy patterns on stupid things and shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What doesn't look like shit though is the student body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, hot damn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've heard rumors that young models start out here all the time, and you can really see why.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heh, if you're lucky, maybe you'll meet the famous Fleur De Lis: The Crystal Gravure Model?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've a good many faps over her photoshoots...but meeting her in person?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh son, you'll have to go to a hospital from your erection rocketing off into outer space.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon and Harvy walk besides you, obviously not wanting to lose you or anything else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a challenge though, especially with all the students in the hallway at their lockers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Most are heading home after all, but the others?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't really know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, you've heard that there's a dorm facility, but you never heard this stated as fact.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But here's something interesting?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whenever you walk past someone, they stop and stare at you with wide eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Primarily girls?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a good minute of walking down the hallway, a good dozen girls have stopped using their lockers, and just look at you curiously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some wiggle their brows to a friend or whisper while looking straight at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's made the entire hallway go unusually silent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, Gordon, why're they all starin' at us like that?&quot; asks Harvy in a hushed whisper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They're not looking at us, Harvy,&quot; says Gordon, seemingly finding an answer to what's happening, &quot;...they're looking at Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you, Bullock, and Gordon stop as the students continue to stare, whisper, whatever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like they're trying to gossip about you right in front of your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and look at all of them.</span><br />&quot;What!? Ya never seen a man who saved a girl from a fire or escaped a super-villain before!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;SNAP.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A phone's camera just flashed from behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel objectified...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn your head around to find a--Whoa momma!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's a spicy meatball there!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A tall, good-framed pink girl with a small waist, but very defined hips hums a tune that plays from her headphones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think it might be playing something by Tenacious D, but you're not sure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never did listen to one specific genre of music and thus get to familiarize yourself with your singers and bands as a result, but you were happy with what you heard from.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, this pink dame was pretty appealing to your eyes with her slender build, small but definite waist, and long legs with not much of any firm muscle, but plenty of shape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She even rocks the uniform look, but you don't think she's one for following the dress code to a tee.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, the way she does her green and yellow hair is a bit untidy, but spiffy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reminds you of Dash in a way of physique and hairstyle, but with a more bust and height added to her, and maybe a bit more untoned muscle; this is no problem though, as it results in nice thighs with the potential to be even greater if she worked out a bit more.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her carefree nature also seems to be reminiscent of your rainbow-haired friend, but her headphones that fail to contain all the music she listens to seems much more like a neat little callback to this one girl you've seen around CHS?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're pretty sure her name was Vinyl Scratch, but you don't know that for sure other than that she's apparently an extraordinary DJ.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, this girl's lax nature differed though and you could tell by the smile on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whereas someone like Dash or Vinyl is cautiously aware of their surroundings despite being absorbed in their own music or activities, this girl seems to ignore not only her environment but her social exhibitions--hence why she literally just snapped a picture of you so up close without so much as saying &quot;what's up?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you mind that much, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, truth be told: you'd wanna take a pic of HER ass, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then stares at the picture on her phone for a second, nod with a smug smile of self-satisfaction, starts to hum to her music again, and walks away as her rock music leaks through her cheap headphones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For some reason, you feel a certain desire that make you start walking after her immediately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost hazily in a trance, you take several steps to pursue her cease when you feel a heavy hand on place itself on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's Commissioner Gordon's hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blink for a few seconds and clear your mind a little; you know, trying to shake off the haziness.</span><br />&quot;Hey, what gives?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smirks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, kid, you remind a bit too much like myself when I was your age,&quot; he says with a complacent smile.</span><br /><br />&quot;..Sorry?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know I was when I was your age,&quot; he chuckles, &quot;but hey, it's alright. C'mon. Let's go find my daughter. I just hope she doesn't act like any of these girls now; especially if I'm to guess you have a reputation...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug a little with a sheepish smile.</span><br />&quot;Well, if by reputation, there's not much else than my stuff on the news and my encounters with Spider-Woman?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I hope so. It'd be a shame if someone were to find ya out for the things ya probably been doin', huh?&quot; says Bullock, once again antagonizing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Gordon nervously, but shakes his head and rolls his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Be nice, Harvy. We're inside the school.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why don't he be nice and confess to what he's done, huh? Whatcha hidin', kid? Weed? Tryin' not to rat a friend of yours out so ya come up with a plan to make ya all innocent on the news?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gulp as you pull the collar on your shirt to let some hot air out.</span><br />&quot;Well, no, not really. I don't even know where to find weed. I'm probably too chicken to even try to ask for some.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Harvy continues shooting the same glare he's given you this whole trip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like he just wants to make you squirm to see if he can get something, even though he knows he won't find anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite this, you, Gordon and Bullock continue down the hall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to ignore the various numbers of students that start to eye you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The brave students in these groups actually start to follow you, and even braver ones just snap pictures of you like that one hot girl who was pink and with the green and yellow hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels weird constantly being followed like this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, the hallway leads to a break to two other halls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one on the right looks more simple and just has doors down all alongside it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The left hall continues to even more lockers and classrooms.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon and Bullock walk to the right and naturally you follow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not really certain, but you believe these are possibly dormitories, but only time will tell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It isn't long before the three of you arrive in front of a door and stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon clears his throat, and begins to knock in a little rhythm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think he's trying to play the song &quot;Lucy in The Sky with Diamonds&quot; by the beats at which he knocks at, and when you hear the other side of the door knocks alongside him, you smile a little bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can tell there's a connection between the two that's deep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kind of makes you wish your Dad talked with you more often...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After twenty or so seconds of this little knocking game on the door and an annoyed sigh from Bullock, Gordon chuckles happily as Barbara opens the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Daddy!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girl who answers it is young as you are, though if she wanted, she could pass off as a girl in her twenties if she dressed so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her healthy red hair is curly in the back and continues until it stops at shoulder-length.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It shares some similar textures from her father, Gordon, but Barbara's red lock's are much thicker and wholesome than her father's gray hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wears the top half of a male's uniform--as in the tie and blazer--but below is all for a female in regards to clothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems to be a tad more conservative of her looks seeing as she's been the only one wearing her uniform's skirt that goes just below her knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes are like a cat's: mature, strong, and independent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, you can also say the exact opposite of this two upon further inspection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not only do they hold experience, but they also come from someone young, naive, and a bit brash for someone of her age.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another thing about her eyes: it's rather cute when she smiles which hem squint from how hard she curls her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You find it hard to believe someone who looks as smart she does would call a buffoon like you in an interrogation room&#160;?cute'.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She starts to take a few steps to get a bit closer to you, but Harvy Bullock puts a hand between the two of you before such things can happen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you think about it, Barbara; this guy is what separates them and us,&quot; he says with a warning, still with a look of disgust aimed at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The commissioner's daughter quirks a brow at this with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Them and us? Riiiight. I have a good feeling Anon's one of&#160;?us',&quot; Barbara says with a smirk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're to preoccupied to care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Them and us.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those words and how she said them bounces around in your skull like a game of pong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you find it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Them and Us!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like the book Twilight and you talked about the other day!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sounds exactly like Twilight!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Same speech pattern, that intellectual tone, and that light innocent sound; the resemblance the two exceeds what can be described as uncanny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only differences--which there are not many of--between Twi and Barbaras' voices is probably how relaxed Barbara seems.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's not as anxious sounding, just more comfortable in herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd imagine if Twilight had a good-night's rest and a mug of warm milk, this would be her voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face glows a little red as all of sudden, you're having trouble acting normal around her glowing smile thanks to this realization.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Barbara sees the redness in your face.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Harvy, move you hand out of the way! You're embarrassing him!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nuh-uh, kid. You ain't gonna lay a finger on--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Harvy, give it a break,&quot; says Gordon with a jaded tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Harvy's eyes dart from you to him, then back to Barbara before sighing in defeat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He removes his hand.</span><br />&quot;Uh, thanks.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon pats you and Barbara on the back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright you two, let's get outta here and head to the PD.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Barbara points behind you all at the group of observing female students.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And maybe try to avoid them while we're at it,&quot; says Barbara.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She points behind you all at the group of observing female students.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the crowding students yourself and shiver at the many watchful stares.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like Invasion of the Body Snatchers or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You'd kill to watch an old horror movie or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you should head over to Dash's and chill and watch some B-movies like &quot;Death Sport&quot; or &quot;Reptilicus&quot; when you can get the chance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even better, you'd kill to talk to Sunset right now, or any of your new friends for that matter.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, Gordon, Babs, and Harvy walk down the halls of Crystal Prep; the more students passed, the more the group that follows you grows.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's freaking you out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every now and again, they point, whisper to each other, snap a picture of you...it's weird.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're hoping this won't be a reoccurring thing with your new &quot;status&quot; as the town's &quot;celebrity&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, c'mon, a guy who snaps the first pictures of Spider-Woman, meets her on multiple life-threatening occasions, saves a kid from a fire, and now a survivor after being trapped in a building with a maniac that's tried to kill you several times now only to find a crowd of SWAT troops and dozens of news vans and reporters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jesus, you're week's been a wreck, and this Friday is just the fuckin' weirdest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You miss talking to Sunset, you want to chat with Rarity, debate with Twilight, anything right now just to feel some normalcy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You wonder if Spidey's ok.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She told you to run, but then Doc Ock slammed her into the friggin' wall in the bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then you ran.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, she's super-strong and can clearly take care of herself, but she's trapped in there with that crazy broad with robot arms, and probably a SWAT team trying to take them both down with tear gas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;CLICK.</span><br />&quot;Wha--?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The flash of a student's phone makes you flinch as Barbara smirks at you and the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not used to the paparazzi?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm a photographer for the Bugle, I usually /am/ the paparazzi,&quot; you say, rubbing the brightness out of your retinas.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seriously though, what's up with this creepy mass of people stalking you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glance behind your shoulder with a worried expression, and return looking straight ahead when you see it's still growing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Barbara lets out a tiny laugh at your reaction.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you're embarrassed. Great.</span><br />&quot;Ok, look, I'd like to have normal conversation with you later, but can you tell me why we're being followed? I mean, I'm not trying to insinuate that you're up to something or--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whisper.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You need to whisper,&quot; says Barbara, gesturing to one of the recording phones being held by a student.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;Good idea. Anywho, ya got an idea on why they're following me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe it's because you're kinda cute?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is she flirting with you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dang that was pretty abrupt and outta nowhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide playfully rolling your eyes is the best course of action.</span><br />&quot;Pssh, sure it is. Mind telling the truth, please? Without flirting with someone you've just met?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Barbara takes a quick glance back at the crowd, then back at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chooses her words &quot;carefully&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok, so, you know how you've taken the first pics of Spider-Woman and saved someone from a fire with her help?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you know how you escaped from a psycho lady with four robot arms of death twice?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you're also famous for said pictures of SPider-Woman and the articles you've written?</span><br />&quot;Uh huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She snaps a finger and points at you with a cool smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That makes you hardcore.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;Ok, so I'm apparently&#160;?hardcore'. Mind telling me why that garners the creep treatment from these guys?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Barbara contemplates this before shrugging.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know. I mean, there is something about you--and I know this I gonna sound really weird because we just met--that's drawing me in...in a weird way. I don't know, something just makes me wanna??rawr,' you know?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her with blank eyes.</span><br />&quot;I have no idea what that means.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places a hand on her forehead, and groans at herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok, let's try being more straight-forward, shall we? You're pretty hot. I don't know why, but something about you is really, really, hot.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMHNOhIqx2A [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well then, you think ya got some opinions on this chick now based on your interaction with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;1.) she's creepy and too flirtatious</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;2.) she's too damn straight-forward with her flirtatiousness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;3.) unlike Applejack's straightforwardness, Barbara seems to be conflicted about you, but continues to be flirtatious</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to step away from her.</span><br /><br />&quot;Look, I'm flattered, really, but I'm kinda interested in someone else.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Barbara's face turns scarlet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, no! I'm not saying that I think we should...you know...I mean, I have a boyfriend, and I'm just trying to?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Explain that I'm hot for some reason as we're being stalked by a crowd taking pictures of me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She removes her hair away from her face as she laughs rather oddly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm just trying to be friendly and give you my take on it. Guess it came out kinda wrong, didn't it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, she's trying to be normal now, but still?</span><br />&quot;Yeah, you seemed a bit flirty there. Too flirty.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;For once, she has a genuine sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry. I just feel weird is all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is your chance to alleviate the awkwardness...</span><br /><br />&quot;You're okay, family. I've been having weird experiences with girls for the last week, and I can't help but feel like this crowd is part of that for some reason. Just feeling uneasy is all. At least they're just students, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Actually, some of the teachers are looking at you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Holy shit, they are.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you share a shiver at this realization.</span><br />&quot;You know what? This is not how we should've introduced ourselves. Start over?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A moment of camaraderie rises.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please,&quot; she smiles.</span><br />&quot;Kay, you go first then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I'm Barbara Gordon and I'm from Crystal Prep, soon to be transferring to CHS&quot; she says, shaking your hand for a second time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to put effort in your grip for once when you shake back.</span><br />&quot;Anonymous Incognito Wilson, and I just so happen to attend CHS. Any questions you got about the school, ask me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...ANY questions?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yuh-huh. Any question.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Barbara glances at her father talking to Bullock for the slightest second, then returns closer to your ear to whisper something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is it true that there's magic there?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoff with a laugh.</span><br />&quot;Magic? C'mon, who the hell told ya that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's a big rumor, some say that things happened at the Friendship Games.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your quirk your eyebrow.</span><br />&quot;Wait, they're called the friendship games?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods seriously without any hint or trace showing she realizes the stupidity of the name.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, the Friendship Games between our schools.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snort a giggle.</span><br />&quot;I thought they were just called&#160;?The Games' by people, never knew that's what they called it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blushes when the ridiculousness of the name sets in for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok, yeah, but Crystal Prep took it seriously.&quot;</span><br />&quot;As it does with most matters, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. It's a bit of a strict school, moody kids, lots of cliques...It's not for me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, at CHS, it's either you're known and things are good, or, well, you're not and things are lonely.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug with a nonchalant grin on your face.</span><br />&quot;I've gotten the chance to experience both sides, though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Does that mean you can get me some chill friends?&quot;</span><br />&quot;The chillest. I think you'd like&#160;?em.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Conversation went on for a while, then you finally returned to the parking lot, and then into the police car to be driven by Gordon and Harvy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stopped at a drive-thru on the way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was decent.</span><br /><br />&quot;...And that's when I ran out of the bathroom as fast as I could, but not before taking these pictures.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slide them across the cold metal table to your interrogators.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And what happened next?&quot; asks Commissioner Gordon, eyeing the pictures of Doc-Ock attacking Spidey in the bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The interrogation room is slightly colder this time, and you shudder in the cold chair thanks to the plastic material it was made of being chilled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon sips from a mug of coffee, and you wonder if maybe that's cold too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale a hot breath from your mouth to your hands, and try your best to warm up.</span><br />&quot;Well, next I ran, exit the building, saw a shit ton of news vans, officers, a SWAT team, and a bunch of people--my dad included. And now I'm here, cold, and being interrogated for the second time this week.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're lyin', kid,&quot; Harvy says with malice, &quot;you were hidin' in the bathroom with that Spider-Broad, and ya didn't say no words to each other? Judging from how often the two of you meet in the news from this week alone, I'm startin' to think you've got somethin' fishy going on!&quot;</span><br />&quot;W-well, she didn't say a word to me other than, like,&#160;?watch out!' or&#160;?follow me!'. Not like I had a deep conversation with her or something,&quot; you explain.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course, what you said wasn't exactly true.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That talk about why she does what she does, the emotional talk you both shared, you're not leaking that.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Harvy still remains certain of his hunch?funny thing is it's actually correct in a way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know what I think, punk?&quot; he growls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's only natural for you to yelp as he pulls you by your shirt collar from across the table, his angry scowl never letting go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think it don't add up that even someone as stupid as you was dumb enough to stay inside a school that you think is burning! Even for a little camera worth a couple thousand on E-bay!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Harvy, let the damn kid go!&quot; shouts Gordon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, the detective merely yanks you closer to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't care if you say a sticker drugged ya because of some psychopathic robot-armed bitch's whatever type of science, because I think it's horse shit, kid. Now cough up!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just rest in his hold as his narrow eyes shoot looks of rage and anger at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're honestly terrified of this man, and you've been through quite a bit recently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let him go, Harvy! Let him go right now or it's another suspension for you, do you hear me!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tight grip from Harvy turns to a powerful thrust from his arms, and he pushes you with surprising strength.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fall backwards on the chair thanks to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Punk,&quot; he mutters before exiting the room.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick yourself of the floor, and seat yourself again, your arms bruised from your landing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, Anon, he didn't mean for that to happen.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh yeah? Well fuck your fat-ass partner!</span><br />&quot;...It's alright, sir. He's got his reasons I bet.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He shrugs, and glances at the one-way mirror behind him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I suppose. He's always high-strung like that, especially if he's certain on something. Just hope he didn't scare any other eyewitnesses watching.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wait, what? Other eyewitnesses?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon looks at you like with an odd expression before suddenly remembering something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You weren't told?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head 'no'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You blacked out before it happened, so that's why you don't know. Can't believe no one told ya what happened yet, though.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes are wide now.</span><br />&quot;What happened?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon takes a moment to recollect what events you must've been unaware of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right when the SWAT team went in to neutralize the threats, things got heated. The conflict got outside when Doc-Ock decided to leave the building. The people in the crowd were?none really died, but a lot probably won't be what they used to thanks to some bad, bad injuries.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait a minute?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad was in the crowd!</span><br />&quot;Where's my dad?&quot; you ask, eyes narrowed.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Please be ok, please be ok, please be ok?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon's eyes start to slowly detach from you, and sink down to look at the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your father requested that you remain in police custody, or under protection of an officer, so that you would be?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Can I call him?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon pauses, but then dismally shakes his head&#160;?no'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We haven't heard from him since then. He's...missing. We think...we think it was Doc-Ock.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The co.or on your face leaves, and the world starts spinning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lower lip trembles as hot tears pool in your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The few drops that fall out smear from your palms when you bring your hands up to cover your face.</span><br />&quot;No, no, no, no?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This can't be happening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They made a mistake!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, he might just be on his way right now, coming to clear things up and to take care of you after what he saw at school!</span><br />&quot;Y-you're sure it's him? Maybe you just made a?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wade Winston Wilson: age 37. Canadian, has an American Citizenship, multiple jobs at low-pay establishments...That sound accurate about your father?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;B-but...but he's Dad...He c-can't be?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon sighs sadly and offers his hands to your.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead of sadly avoiding your gaze, he swallows the courage to stare you dead in the eye.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, we'll try to find him. We'll do our best.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You don't get it! My Dad's literally the only family I have left! M-my mom, she left us a-and we had to?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give up speaking and just start to sob as Gordon removes his glasses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This isn't easy for him either, you suppose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think it would be wise to be put under protection. I wouldn't return home tonight without expecting Doctor Octopus waiting to kidnap ya again. You can stay at my place with Barbara, bring some friends over if you want and have a sleepover.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod dismally.</span><br />&quot;Thanks, Gordon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's Commissioner Gordon, son,&quot; he says with a small smile, and puts his glasses on once again.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exit the interrogation room as Gordon brings in the next witness in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're left to sit on the couch out front, all alone with uneasy thoughts about your Dad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What if he's being stabbed right now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was he part of a gang and forgot to do something?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did he accidentally kill someone or go into hiding?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is it Doc-Ock trying to lure you out?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Questions like these spin around your mind for what seems like hours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The worry makes you feel awful, and each possibility that you conjure up makes the bottom of your stomach churn sickeningly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your friends are probably worried sick, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should talk to one of them to ease off your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It'd be even better if Spidey was here to make you feel better with those soft yet muscular arms embracing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, you'd even accept a hug from Harvy just about now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Realizing Dad isn't here makes you feel isolated and unprotected, sort of like being abandoned in a theme park with nowhere to go, or similar to a person going to a horror movie by him/herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The vastness of a theater, the darkness surrounding them, and no one to confide with during the scary parts?it's truthfully horrifying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sheesh, your chest just aches thinking about thanks to your damn anxiety.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You attempt to distract yourself and begin pulling your phone out of your pocket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need someone right now to makes this feeling of isolation float away, even if just for a minute or two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The screen turns on with a list of unanswered calls, voice-mail, snap-chats, and probably some text messages too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a swipe on the device's screen, you type in your password and proceed to look through your contacts list for whom it is you wish to seek comfort from.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The list is pretty short; everyone on it you just met recently, and they're the first people you've actually kind of communicated with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One name, though...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That names has been there longer than any of them, only below another name.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swallow the lump in your throat and blink over the near-formed tears in your reddening eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset; you want to talk to Sunset, damn it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But maybe Dad will answer if you call him, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's worth a shot, isn't it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to call him just in case, but the worry residing within you only increases as the dim light of hope flickers on and off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He might answer!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He might answer!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We sorry, this number you have dialed could not be reached at this?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go back to the list of names on your contacts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess you'll call Sunset now...but should you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This week has been an absolute nightmare and she's been a big part of it right next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you should let her be for her own time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then again, you've been closer to her more than usual now, haven't you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, you've talked with her, fought with her...she's probably worried about you a lot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she'd want to know?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, you love her, really, and you should let her know immediately...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...but you also love Spidey, the woman who has kissed you, saved your life, and talked to you about how she feels and why she is who she is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, your heart aches being pulled in all these directions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to ask yourself what you want to do right now; think about this crazy stuff later!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right now. you only want to call Sunset and have her comfort you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's all you need right now.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan, only for it to turn into an exhausted yawn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What if you did something with all of your new friends?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Perhaps you could take Gordon up on his sleep-over idea and have some friends around you at this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heck, it'd be a good way to integrate Barbara into the group, that's for sure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, and you bet they live in a decent home, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It shouldn't be too bad, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hey, maybe you can end up watching some cheesy cult films after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It'd be a short-term distraction, but a fun one at least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're thinking about something happier and that's all that matters right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small but hopeful smile spreads gently across your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad may still be ok, and you at least have friends that care about you now?this is what you should think about instead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After all, you don't know if your Dad's dead or not; he could be out of town for a while trying to talk with Mom!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you're not saying you'll completely deny the fact your Dad is potentially in trouble, but rather accept that the police will do their best.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, the fear remains that something worse may be happening to your old man?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fear that makes you tremble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fear that makes you feel so alone with the knowledge that he can't be here for you right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You press the name&#160;?Sunset' on the phone, wanting to talk to her more than ever now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It rings, and before you know it?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! I-I saw you on the news, are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice rings with anxiety and fear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So much so that it takes you aback for a couple of seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She waits for a response, but you feel too numb.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here you go...</span><br />&quot;Uh...Hi,&quot; you say, your froggy voice not even attempting to hide the fact you've been crying like a widow.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you sound...awful. What happened?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh jadedly.</span><br />&quot;Um, it's complicated. I'm at the Police Station right now and just got questioned&#160;?bout what I saw and shit. I'm, uh...I'm not gonna be able to go home for a while. Honestly, it seems that I'm gonna be put under police custody for a bit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why??&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look around the station, just to make sure no one's listening.</span><br />&quot;They say she's stalking me, trying to get me for reasons. She's made it pretty clear she intends to keep me for...you don't wanna know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think I already do.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That and your Dad is fucking missing right after you were attacked at school?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you won't tell her that yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too soon, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clear your throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The heavy blanket of sadness in your voice starts to lift a little, thus letting the tension ease just enough.</span><br />&quot;So...Spider-Woman saved me again.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset awkwardly chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She did? What ll happened this time?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, a lot, actually. Right when the fire alarm went off at school, I was drugged by a sticker--nothing deadly, just kinda dulled my rational thinking.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...A sticker drugged you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, it was a sticker. I'd rather not talk about how it got on me...And, uh, totally had nothing to do with another friend of mine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could almost hear her brows furrow over the phone.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, okay then...What happened next?&quot;</span><br />&quot;The drugged sticker made me forgetful. Right as everyone was exiting the building, I went right the fuck back inside. Wanna know why? Because of my fuckin' camera with the pictures of Spidey on it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset goes quiet for a second.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you kidding me?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It was because I was drugged, I swear.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure,&quot; she says sardonically.</span><br />&quot;Point is, I got lost, Spidey came, peeled the sticker off, and tried to get me outta there. Then Doc came along, and shit happened. We ran and hid in the boy's bathroom for an hour or so.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I see. Must've been pretty neat having her protect you in the friggin' bathroom. Did she use a toilet plunger as a sword, too?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush.</span><br />&quot;Actually, the bathroom was my idea...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Least it wasn't something cliche' like a janitor's closet, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Yeah, that'd be...ahem...moving on, I actually had a good time with her. Seriously Sunset, she's extraordinarily kind. She told me a little about herself and that she...well, she learned a lesson that now motivates her. I could've stayed in the boy's bathroom for centuries if it meant staying with her?I remember her hugging me as we talked about ourselves, how we felt...she's strong. That's something I learned about her. She's strong enough to fight for something she believes in. ANd I really respect that. She can do all the things she can,yet she helps us because her heart is just that incredible. Being with her's the best high ever.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A long, long, long silence is had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did she hang up?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did the phone disconnect?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait a few more seconds before checking.</span><br />&quot;...Sunny? I didn't creep you out or anything, did I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Uh, no,&quot; she says while clearing her throat, &quot;it's just that I'm...I'm sure she'd love to hear you say that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A tiny smile emerges on your face.</span><br />&quot;You think so, Sunny?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I know so.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset lets out what seems to be a sigh of relief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, I'm glad you're alright. I thought you were going to end up in the hospital or something. Think I can I come see you there? It's the police station, I can be there pretty quickly if you need me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nah, sorry, but I'd have to ask Gordon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gordon? Commissioner Gordon? Didn't you see him when we were attacked at the Cafe?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle slightly, thinking of how chill he is.</span><br />&quot;The one and only. Don't worry, he's really nice. Hell, the man's even offering me his place to stay since he's a cop. His daughter's chill too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon...y-you're okay, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mouth opens to say&#160;?yes', but your heart stops you from doing so.</span><br />&quot;I...I, uh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, don't feel nervous. You can trust me. You can always trust me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Droplets from in your eyes, the denial failing to cover up the trauma you're holding.</span><br />&quot;....He's gone.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear a plate shatter on the other line of the phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...H-he's missing. Cops think it's related to Doc-Ock. She's the...she's the number one suspect.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset's words fall down her throat, sounding paralyzed with shock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I'm...I don't know what to say. I'm so, so sorry,&quot; she says, the shock still in her voice, &quot;do they, um, have any information, any leads, suspects, evidence that he's alive?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's nothing? There's nothing they've found yet!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sounds angry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were at first, too.</span><br />&quot;It's not been long enough. It's just been reported.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm going over there, Anon. I'll be there soon as I?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sunset, you can't.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They aren't gonna stop me from seeing you!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You WILL see me, just not yet! Gordon said if you and the rainbooms want, you guys can come over to his place and spend the night with me; maybe meet his daughter who'll be transferring to CHS soon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;I don't typically mind being alone, but...please Sunset. I need you now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'll be there, Anon. Me and the girls. Tell me the address and when you want us over, and we'll be there.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get that small smile she gives you when hearing the sound of how deadset she is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It makes you blush, a little.</span><br />&quot;Okay. I'll have to ask Gordon first, then I'll text ya.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now's about the time when you'd hang up like most people do, you know?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, this is not the case.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lingers on the line instead, as do you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither side speaks, yet there is some definite understanding being made.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What that understanding is, well, you ironically don't understand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This silence lasts for a good ten seconds before Sunset speaks up once more, her voice sounding as if she were called to stand on a podium for the very first time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon? I think there's something you should know about me...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This nervousness isn't something you're used to from her. It's a totally different kind you've ever heard her speak in.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, Sunset?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...I'm...&quot;</span><br />&quot;...You're what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to continue with whatever it is she's saying, but scoffs and lightly chuckles it off after taking too long.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-it's nothing. I'm...I'm just sorry, that's all.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...I'm happy I called you. Bye, Sunny.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah...bye, kid.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hangs up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Why did it sound so familiar when she called you kid?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thirty lonely minutes pass by.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Police Station's chiming with phone calls, suspects being brought in, and whatever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You talked to Sunset, had a good talk that you were desperately in need of, and now you wait for Gordon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because you want to take him up on his offer of inviting some friends over?and damn do you need to see some friends right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've also taken note that the numerous officers that haven't left this part of the building. &gt;About all of them are acting like they're doing other things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, their true intentions shine through when you begin to realize how often they watch you at a moment's notice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're guarding you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They pretend to do something else from a distance, but you can see through this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They are here to watch over you in case &quot;Doctor Octopus&quot; decides she's ready for seconds, but Gordon must've made them keep their space a to keep you calm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe Doctor Octopus is near?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What if she just bursts into the building right now, and you're defenseless against her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she's watching you right now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hell, no one knows who she is, she could be anyone in this room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, probably female, but you get the idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she's the police chick over there, maybe the lady at the desk?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck, maybe even Barbara is in league with her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okay, probably not.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;My god, you're paranoid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, the heavy, tired footsteps of Commissioner Gordon signal his arrival.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next to him, a bunch of files, his car keys in his hands, and his daughter tagging alongside next to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His eyes that rest under his glasses were baggier than a mere hour ago, and his gray hair seemed a tad bit frazzled,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His daughter, Barbara, pats him on the shoulder (despite her having to reach a tiny bit to do so).</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He approaches you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, but we got nothing...nothing at all.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Barbara continues to soothe him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon Daddy, I'm sure you'll find something. How hard is it to find someone like Doctor Octopus hiding?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not just talking about her,&quot; he says looking at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod understandingly trying not to dishearten him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon exhales.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry Anon, but no word on him yet. You'll be staying at my place tonight, but if you want I can arrange you to stay somewhere nicer. Maybe have other agents look after you if you're not comfortable with us,&quot; he says with a hand on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at him politely and smile.</span><br />&quot;No thanks. I'd rather stay with you tonight. I mean, if that's okay.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gordon's moustache curls upwards as he smiles warmly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No problem at all, son. Anything I can do for ya in the meantime though?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to insert this without sounding too needy...</span><br />&quot;...Say, you remember about that offer about having my friends over, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;His brow raises.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes?&quot;</span><br />&quot;How many friends are you willing to stay over?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, uh, how much do you have in mind?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Seven, all from CHS. I think Barbara should meet them too. Sunset from the cafe' with me is one of&#160;?em.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Barbara's eyes light up at the opportunity.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh! Yeah, please Daddy? Please?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet another sigh from Gordon escapes its way out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine...but it'll depend on the parent's permission if they let their children stay. I don't want any kids in the crossfire between Doc-Ock and you, though with the entire city in the state it is looking for her, I doubt there'll be trouble.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not only that, but I'll have to be the one who picks them up. Can you give me their numbers so I can talk to their parents?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get out your phone and bring up Sunset's number.</span></div></div>




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