Hello guys! I had this strange dream, where Spider-man. (I was Spider-man) was on the run, and was absolutely starving. Actually, I was. And I/Spidey couldn't go back home because something was chasing me/Spidey. It was extremely scary, which is why this is classified as horror, but isn't really that horrifying save all of my/Spidey's injuries. And the other thing was, I had no idea was chasing me. It was big, brown, and had long claws for hands, and it could shape shift. It could change into anything, even Venom or the Goblin as long as it knew what those where. Thank gosh it wasn't smart. And it was bloodthirsty. (I woke up screaming in my apartment.) Do you guys any ideas on what it could be? It might be something I completely made up, but could I have some help figuring out?

Anywho, let's get on with it!

Spider-man should be invincible. But he wasn't. And he was hurting. He was still human, a boy named Peter Parker. Something had gone terribly wrong while he was stopping a bank robbery. They had managed to hit him. And it hurt. It was right there in his leg. The bullet. He could remember hearing the trigger as clear as day, trying to jump out of the way; but not making it for some odd reason. Fate hated him. He was tired of being late. He was too late when... the clock tower. He couldn't bring himself to remember.

So here he was. Escaping. Trying to fruitlessly to find a way out. That bullet had slowed him down a lot. He could hardly keep his place on the ceiling. He knew he had to stay while the police came. So here they where. Arresting the nut-jobs who thought they could rob a bank. They could shoot Spider-man. His head was growing lighter by the minute, and he knew that any second he could faint and fall to the floor. It seemed that fate absolutely despised him when one of the police turned around. Why did people think he'd murdered Captain Stacy? He didn't know. He was just hurting. That was all he cared about. And now he was wanted. He could see the taser cartridge coming straight for him. He couldn't dodge. It hit him. It hurt more. He let a wild yelp escape his lips as he tried to cling to the ceiling a bit longer. His breathing was heavy. It was getting harder to breathe.

"Stop!" It was one of the other Captains. Spider-man cocked his head as he tried to inch back more.
"Do people shoot you after you stop a bank robbery? This guy didn't kill Captain Stacy! You saw the video feed! It was the Lizard!" The officer continued as he ripped the taser gun out of the other officer's hands. The first officer left the building in embarrassment while the other saluted Spider-man before clearing the scene.

Spider-man let out a heave of relief before swinging out the front entrance. The sun was hanging low over the warm summer city, and Spider-man frowned to himself under the mask. He couldn't go home. Something had been following him for the past month, and his Spider-sense was on edge, always ringing in the back of his head and reminding him of it. He had told his Aunt he was staying with a friend, deciding on a collage. Collage. He sighed. Don't remind yourself.

Spider-man was puzzled over the fact the his aunt still hadn't figured out he was Spider-man. But at least he got away with it. Suddenly his leg wracked in pain. He glanced down quickly to see it gushing blood. He wanted to throw up. Suddenly his arms where shaking from strain and he felt hungry. He'd run out of money for food last week anyway. He was always hungry. But only now it was getting to him. He felt the pit of his stomach sink as he swung to the nearest building. It happened to be a large apartment complex, there was plenty of scrap wood and plants to hide behind on the roof if anyone came through the stairwell door to his luck. He barely managed to make it to the edge, where he strained to pull himself up. By now the sun was meagerly swinging below the horizon, the silhouettes of the skyscrapers outlined in the red-gold light. It would have been beautiful. Except he was alone. And he was in pain. His heart, his head, his leg, his stomach. It all hurt. He still hadn't fixed his costume, and it had grown ragged over the past month. Torn to shreds. Almost. It still hung onto his thin frame. He missed Gwen so badly. He shook the thought away as he lifted up the mask to breathe in fresh air.

Suddenly the web slinger slid behind a pile of scraps as the door to the stairwell opened. A young woman carrying a pot exited it, a little girl following her. The girls arms where laden with flowers.

"Right there Natalia." The woman said with a smile.
The girl set the flowers down, and stopped as she looked at some of the flower that where already planted.
"Look mommy! I spider!" The girl -Natalia- exclaimed. She cupped her hands around the arachnid she was talking about.
"That's a daddy longlegs." The woman explained. "Look! It's web isn't it beautiful Natalia?"
The girl nodded.
"I bet if you keep a sharp eye out you can spot Spider-man." The woman said.

Spider-man turned away from the two as the woman started to plant more flowers. He attempted to crawl towards the edge, only to collapse on his side with a small yelp. The woman whirled around quickly.

"Who's there?" She called. The girl looked at her mother.
"What is it mommy?" She asked oblivious to the sound that Spider-man had let slip past his lips.
"Stay there." The woman said forcefully. The girl froze. "Hello?" The woman called again.

Peter curled in on himself with a whimper. The woman heard it and imeadeatly searched in that area. She gasped when she found him. The once brightly colored suit was dull and dirty, covered with dried blood and tears. He was clutching his leg for dear life as he muttered something inaudible. Through the rips and tears all she could see was skin and bone. His hands and arms where shaking slightly, as was his ragged breathing. The back of the suit was torn to shreds, dried blood covering his back. His chin and half of his face was caressed with purple. Wet hot tears fell from behind the lenses and found their way through his mask.

"Natalia! Get me a phone! Now!" The woman yelled. "And get your father!"

The girl jumped up from her perch and raced down the stairs.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" The woman exclaimed as she looked over the dying form before her. "Breathe!"
Peter's chest heaved as he desperately tried to get up.
"Stay down! Your gonna hurt yourself!" The woman exclaimed as she pushed his arm down. She took a deep breath. "I'm Ava. What should I call you?"
"Peter..." His voice drifted as he started to hack.
"Ava! Oh my god! What happened!?" A new voice joined in.
"Mark! We need to get him to a hospital!" The Ava stammered.

The girl handed the woman the phone. She dialed 911.

The man picked Peter up gently. "Spider-man!? What happened to you? You seemed fine this morning." The man said. It was the police from earlier that day at the bank.
"I was twelve feet above you on the ceiling," Peter choked. "People tend to miss out on..."
Peter started hacking again.
"It's gonna be alright Peter." The woman tried to reassure him.

The man carried Peter down the stairwell. Neighbors of the small family peeked out of their apartments as they skidded past. Soon the ambulance arrived and whisked the hero to the hospital. The whole time, Peter was muttering an unrecognizable name.

"Mark?" Ave asked quietly. "Do you think he'll be ok? Natalia was..."
"I don't know Ava. I don't know." Mark answered.

BUM, BUM, BUUUUMMM! CLIFFHANGAR!

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