Life sucks. People say it so much it's almost a cliché. Two days ago I overheard Gwen saying that, as if her life was so difficult. I feel I can pretty comfortably say that my life is shit. My parents died when I was a infant, fine that's not so bad. I never knew them never cared. After them though I went to live with my Aunt and Uncle. They were the best, we weren't rich but Aunt May would always smile when I came home from elementary school and Uncle Ben taught me how to throw a ball. When I was in sixth grade they both died in a car crash on the way to make it to my school play. God when I found out, well lets just say it took me a very long time to make it to a good place. Only mentally though, physically things have only gone downhill from there. With no living relatives I was sent into foster care, the Crabs were the name of my first foster family.

Foster families are supposed to be great you know? A way for unfortunate kids to have a home and a chance at a semi-normal life the government even gives the family money to pay for the majority of the expenses. But with every good thing, there are always a bunch of dickheads trying to take advantage of the system, like the Crabs. The Crabs bought me one pair of clothes, then gave me a thread and needle when they got too big, like a ten year old knows how to sew. I was fed the bare minimum to not look malnourished; they spent as little as possible on me as in cup ramen every meal little. Worse is that fact that they were big fans of corporal punishments. The house was too small and over crowded, they filled it with other poor kids like to me to try and "capitalize on their investments" as if they invested any money into us. I was with them for two whole years before I got the guts to act. I managed to steal a camera from a local electronics store. I've always been sharp so figuring out how to get the alarmed casing off wasn't too hard. The next time the child protective services came around I showed them the videos that I had taken of the Crab's care.

When they were arrested and all of us kids were shipped of to different homes I thanked god! I was about to start high school, a new school a new start everything was going to be different now, maybe my life could turn around. I was wrong. They sent me to the Peachtree family. Unlike the Crab's the Peachtree's house was pristine and always in tip top shape, when I first arrived I thought that this has to at least be better that the Crab's damp crowded smelly house. As soon as the CPS agents left I learned that this was because instead of Mr. and Ms. Peachtree viewing us as income checks we were slaves. They worked us to the bone, to the point where between my intensive chores and homework I never had a spare second; I was often up all night scrubbing their fucking linoleum floors. Instead of opting for corporal punishment they had something worse. The box, they would, actually I don't want to think about it again just know that it was a thousand times worse than getting hit. The only reason it took me a whole year to get out of there was because between my chores and school I had no time to gather any evidence against them. I ended up skipping school a fair amount so I could be awake to catch them on camera when one of my siblings messed up. It was summer by the time I escaped.

Now I'm with the Belladonas. Thankfully they weren't any worse than the Crabs or Peachtrees but they were still bad. I was back to ramen breakfast, with a still a heavy chore load. After the Peachtrees I was almost thankful when they hit me. Unfortunately they aren't completely morons. I would already be out of here if they didn't put two and two together realizing that I had already put two households like this out of commission. The first thing they did was taking my camera and they always search me for any cameras or listening devices before they beat me. I think it only made them angrier.

So that's my life and I'm sitting here thinking about all this to try and pass the time before I'm forced to go to school "Peter get your lazy ass out of here! Your already late and if the CPS gets on my ass about you ditching again I'll give them a real reason to come!" ah there it is.

I stay on the couch for a little while longer. Fuck him, he's not my dad I shouldn't have to listen to him. Then I hear Carl Belladona's heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and scramble to get my shoes and backpack on. "God help me Maggot I swear if you aren't at school today…"

He tapers off. Before I would have talked back to him, I very quickly learned not to do that. I have a scar on my shoulder from the lamp he threw me at. They made me clean up the mess afterwards too. I head down stairs and out the door without saying a word. I keep repeating my mantra in my head 'three more years, three more years'. After two failed attempts I've pretty much given up on getting these dirt bags caught. Luckily I'm their only victim so I won't have to feel guilty about leaving any foster siblings behind.

The walk to school is completely uneventful probably because no one else is headed this way an hour after school starts. I'm hoping that when I get to school I arrive after break so I don't have to deal with any of my peers. I don't get along with other kids at my school. I pretty automatically got excluded from the cool kids just because of my clothing, I currently have on a very worn t shirt underneath a pretty obviously patched jacket. My jeans and shoes are in a similarly dismal state. I'm sure everyone else's hates me because of my brains, I'm so obviously smarter than ninety percent of our student body. The only reason I haven't skipped ahead is because of my current attendance and the pretty sizable amount of classes I had to skip in freshman year. If I weren't as sharp as I am I no doubt would have been held back, but I still beat the class average by a good twenty percent on every assignment. You would think that I would get along with at least the nerds and other misfits but I guess my sterling personality scares them of. You don't live my life without developing a few thorns, and enemies.

Unfortunately as I enter the school the hall is filled with students, seems I only missed first period, damn. I won't need any books for P.E. so I head there without passing by my locker, I glance down a passing hallway and see Flash shaking down some poor fellow, a couple dollars get passed. He looks up and I'm not fast enough to avoid eye contact. Oh Shit. Flash knows I have P.E. so I instead take the next right towards the science classes. A quick glance behind me shows him grinning only about twenty feet away. Fuck Fuck, Fuck! Please not today! I can hear him behind me, "Why don't you wait up Petey?" he's mocking me. Other students around notice and clear a path, this is nothing new.

I break into a run and the hallway is dead silent, I can hear his foot falls behind mine. Two more rights and I'm in the math department. I take a left to throw him off and then another right into the men's room. It's empty. I hide in the handicap stall at the end of the room. The bell for classes goes off. I wait, and wait. Maybe he stopped, P.E. is probably that dick's favorite class right? Yeah, there no way that beating me up is worth missing crushing half of our class at any given sport. I get up and leave my stall, I make it about two steps before Flash walks in, guess not. His two buddies walk in behind him blocking the exit. This is going to be bad. "Hey Petey, you sure ran here in a hurry. Had to take a shit?"

Fuck me, I don't know why I bother but maybe this one time I can talk him out of it, "Yeah you know how it is right, I just got the runs is all. Thanks for checking up on me though."

"So your saying that looking at me gives you this shits eh Petey?"

Was worth a shot. At this point I'm scanning the bathroom for a weapon, like hell I'm gonna let him corner me like some animal and beat me like a dog. Finding nothing I ball my hands into fists and slip into a fighting stance I saw on T.V. once. At least this time I'll go down swinging. Flash's grin turns threatens to split is face in half, "HAHA! Look at that! Tiny, Shawn!" he gestures to his cronies by the door, who also begin laughing. "Looks like Peachtree wants to start some shit, or is it Bellafaggot now?"

I glare and only tighten my fists, "It's Peter Parker."

He puts his hand to his ear "I'm sorry what was that worm?" His friends still laughing outside the door. Seriously do no teachers hear that? Flash turns his head for a moment to I assume make some more fun of me. Seeing the opportunity I dash forward as fast as I can to try and punch him in the face. In one move he turns and catches my fist in his own much larger one. How is he so fast!? I fall to one knee as he squeezes my fist. He uses his free hand to knock me flat on my back. My head hits the floor hard and I see spots. I think I feel blood. "Too bad he's so damn weak." He stands over me holding my wallet. When did he go through my pockets? "Gah! Dumb little bitch doesn't have any cash." He drops it on my chest walking out. "Stay out of my hallways Fag." God Flash is an asshole, I bet his own mother would agree that the world is better off without him. If only I was stronger or faster, I would make him pay. For now though I need to get to class, if the school calls the house again, well I really don't need to give Carl another reason to be pissed. I manage to sit up before my vision swims again and I'm back on the ground. Maybe I'll just close my eyes for a bit.

When I come to third period is over, so I've now missed English, P.E. and Math. Luckily that means everyone is at lunch so I can walk the halls in peace. Obviously with my still bleeding head the first place I go it the nurse's office. When I turn the handle its locked, guess she's out to lunch too. "Not that that's a problem." I murmur as I dig through my backpack for my tools. One plus from living my life is that I've developed exceptionally sticky fingers, and the skills to accompany. It was kind of necessary to make sure I didn't die from eating only cup noodles. I quickly scan the hall before I start picking the lock, luckily because of crappy school budgets I'm in in almost a minute. "at least one thing goes right today."

I go for the bandages seeing as stealing medicine is sure to alert someone. I use a little bit of alcohol as disinfectant, after living with the Crab's I got good at dressing my own wounds. Satisfied that I'm not going to bleed out I turn to leave and almost jump at seeing a girl standing there looking at me. I kind of recognize her, Long red hair, pretty, I think She's named Mary or something. Not that any of the cool crowd ever talks to me.

After Flash I really don't want to deal with her, I walk past praying that she's not going to report me for breaking in. When I turn to close the door I hear her ask, "Why do you let him do this to you every other day?"

What the fuck? I normally just let things slide to avoid trouble but after today I almost lose it. I turn back to face her rage in my eyes I shouldn't yell at her but I feel the stress from this morning weighing down on me, and god do I need an outlet. "The hell do you mean LET HIM? I've tried talking my way out, running, hiding, as a last resort I even tried fighting back! You really think I fucking let him beat me up! If you and everyone else cares even a little why the hell you YOU let him!?"

She seems surprised by my outburst, fucking idiot how the hell else could I respond to such a dumb question. "Watch it tiger! I don't have any personal investment in our well-being. I just thought you were some sort of man. But apparently you're just a little boy who can't stand up for himself!"

Holy shit this girl is infuriating! Fuck her I don't need this. I slam the door closed and walk off; I have enough problems, I don't need her shit. I hear my stomach growl as I head toward the cafeteria, that's right I didn't have enough for breakfast this morning. At least that problem is easily fixed. As I walk through the cafeteria doors a group walks out at the same time. The guy in front is laughing as he talks to his friends he almost bumps into me but turns his body at the last second barely avoiding knocking me down. I quickly mutter out a "excuse me," but without acknowledging me at all he continues talking with his friends walking down the hall. That's fine with me though I think as I approach the lunch lady with his wallet and my newly found wealth. I did mention I had sticky fingers.

The rest of the school day passes by quickly, nothing interesting in health and in chemistry only a reminder about the Oscorp field trip tomorrow. I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited about it though. Lucky for me this was a free trip too so I didn't even have to worry about trying to get some cash together. The school bus passes me as I walk home, unfortunately you do need money to ride one of those, I need to save mine for food and of course my foster parents don't care that I have to walk through the shady part of Middletown after dark. As I walk down the street I don't dare try to take any wallets like I did at school. There if I got caught it would be detention and a call home, here it's not uncommon to get shot for looking at something you shouldn't be. Although it doesn't happen here much, I hear a gun shot from somewhere behind me probably a mugging gone wrong in an alley I passed. I don't look and neither does anyone else on the street. We know the rules.

In the nasty part of a particularly sleazy neighborhood I arrive at my 'home'. I use home liberally as there are very few places that I feel less at home. It's a small two-story house in a cul-de-sac although you wont see too many kids playing here. Any parents forced to live here make sure to keep there kids inside at all times. I walk up the decrepit wooden steps and open the creaky wooden door and I can see Lauren Belladona cooking in the kitchen. It smells awful and I wrinkle my nose immediately, I still wish I could have some though. I walk to the kitchen to grab my daily ration of cup noodles, I didn't eat breakfast this morning so I decide I can treat my self and grab two. As my hand is pulling them out of the pantry though I feel a sharp pain on my hand as Lauren smacks me with her wooden spoon. Fuck that hurt! "Pete what have I fucking told you about your shoes! You get a mop and clean what your filthy shoes have tracked through my house!" Fucking bitch, really? I glare at her about to give her a piece of my mind. "Don't make me call Carl." It's not an empty threat; while Ms. Belladona almost never beats me herself she is the one who instigates the majority of them. Begrudgingly I grab a mop and start moping not before taking my shoes off though.

The next day I actually wake up on time, excited for the field trip, when I get to school I see that I'm not the only one as most of my class is already there. There are three buses and as I walk up to the rest of my class I can already hear people complaining that there's assigned seating. I feel something poke me from behind, "Um, excuse me." I turn around to see a girl from my class. She's wearing a black headband with blond hair hanging down past her shoulders; from her clothes I can tell that she's probably one of the rich kids; although I consider a lot of people to be rich. "Your in this class right? Peter is it?" I nod not saying anything. She seems put-off by my silence. "Er, right. Well I'm Gwen and I have the sign-in sheet here. If you could just-" She hands me the clip board and I sign my name. "Thanks, your seat number is-" She flips a page, "Bus one, seat thirteen b. You can go ahead and get on now I need to go sign in everyone else." She walks of to go bother a different student, although now that I think about it that was probably the least painful interaction I've had with a classmate since middle school. Today really is going well for me. If she ever tries to talk to me maybe I'll think about responding. I get on the bus and take my seat, I'm one of the first on so its still relatively empty, I've got the window seat in a so far empty row. I gaze out the window getting exited again thinking of all the cool things I could see at Oscorp. Just last week I was in the computer lab reading a blog about the new robotics department and all the cool stuff they have there. If I'm lucky maybe I'll eve- "Hi."Godamn it. I turn around to see an average looking girl wearing normal clothes with her brown hair tied up in a pony tail. She takes the seat next to me. "Thirteen b huh? Lucky you to be sitting with a partner like me." Who the hell is this girl? "What's with that look? Oh I guess I forgot to introduce myself huh, My Names Katherine. I just transferred here from Illinois." She puts out her hand for me to shake.

She's new so she probably doesn't realize that it's not a good idea to hang out with me. Being in such a good mood I figure I'll help set her straight. "Listen, that's nice of you and all but, you probably don't want to be friends with me. I'm a terrible friend to have." I turn back to the window to resume my day dreaming until I feel a light jab on my arm. I turn back to her and she still has her other hand out.

"I don't know who you are, but nobody tells me who to make friends with. We're seat buddies so like it or not for at least the next half hour you're stuck with me."

Can't say I didn't try. I tentatively shake her hand; "You'll probably regret this but, the names Peter.

The ride to the lab wasn't completely terrible. As it turns out Katherine was pretty excited about Oscorp too and as far as our class goes she's actually pretty smart. We ended up browsing articles on her smart phone and before we knew it we were already there. They split us up into several different groups for the tours so for now me and Katherine went our separate ways, she seemed sad that we weren't together but honestly I didn't really care, that is until I saw that Flash was in my group. Guess that's the end of my good luck.

Luckily he couldn't actually beat me up in such a public place, but that didn't mean that he made my life any easier. Every display Flash made it his personal mission to harass me, bumping into my shoulder at every turn, poking me when I wasn't looking, he even tripped me as we entered the biology wing! The rest of our group walks around me as I get up off of the floor. Now in the back of the group I struggle to hear as the geneticist in charge explains the purpose of the large display of spiders in front of me. I miss most of it but I do hear when a student in the middle of the class remarks about a missing spider. I raise my hand to adjust my second hand glasses to hopefully see better. I notice a weird feeling on my right hand as I pull it away from my face and look down to see the most beautiful Spider I have ever seen. I've never been much of a bug guy but the way that the light glints off of the beautiful cerulean carapace fascinates me. It raises its front two legs and for a brief second I wonder what that means. Then I remember from my biology book that that's what arachnids to before they attack. My entire body goes cold for a second before it feels like my hand catches fire. I smash the spider with my other hand but it's already too late. It already bit me. I should go to the geneticist and ask for help but, all reason left my mind the second those fangs pierced my skin. I quickly run for the exit. I need air! I don't know if anybody is following me or even noticed I'm gone.

When I'm out side I see a fountain around a statue of Norman Osborn and dunk my hand in it hoping to dull the pain. Luckily it only makes it about a hundred times worse. That's when I start blacking out. First I'm in front of the school again. How did I get there? From Oscorp that's more than a two-hour walk. Now I'm outside of the house. What? I reach for the door and It's locked. It's dark outside now and what have I been doing for all this time? I'm on the ground outside curled into a ball shivering. What the hell is going on with my body? I probably look like a drug addict, who knows what was in that spider maybe I am a drug addict now.

When I'm finally coherent again, it's the morning. Of what day I'm not sure. If the memories I have are reliable it's at least Thursday. I should probably go to class, or actually a doctor but I'm dirty, smelly, and sticky from sleeping outside all night. So I'm taking a shower before I go anywhere. The backdoor of the Belladona's opens and I walk up the stairs to my room grabbing a clean towel and then head straight to the shower to wash off all this grime.

The warm water feels heavenly, and I feel the knots in my shoulders and back from sleeping on the hard ground begin to loosen up. I almost sigh in contentment before right before the door opens. I quickly turn the water off and grab my towel from the rack wrapping around my waist. When I clear the water from my face I'm looking at a very angry Carl. "What the fuck is wrong with you boy? You ditch your field trip; I get a call from your teacher making me drag my ass out there to go look for your sorry ass! And when I get home I find my wife frightened because you came to the door doped up on Crack! Where the fuck did you get money for drugs! You been stealing from me boy?" What the hell? I open my mouth to try and explain but he cuts me off before I can begin. "I've had enough of your lip boy, You been actin real cocky round here lately. I already called the school to let them know you were feeling sick and weren't coming today. Now I have plenty of time to remind you whose in charge!" oh no.

Carl Belladona is no model for male physical fitness but he is far stronger than me. It's probably the only reason I put up with his shit day after day. Perhaps if I could eat more than ramen and the occasional Mc. Donald's I would have developed some muscle by now. As it is he is easily twice my size. His hulking form swings a fist at my head in a wide ark, I scramble backwards and it misses my nose by an inch. My foot hits the rim of the tub and I fall in hitting my head on the wall. I cringe for a second but when I open my eyes Carl's foot is raining down on me. On instinct I bat his foot away and he falls slamming his head on the toilet bowl. I hear a loud thud as his body hits the ground and I wait panicked for a second for him to get up. Nothing. Tentatively I stand before quickly running over him to my room. I need to get out of here! When he wakes up. Oh god, he's going to murder me! I throw on my other pair of clothes, some badly ripped black jeans and a very faded gray, once black, T shirt Before grabbing my book bag and running down the stairs two at a time. As I go past the bathroom I hear Carl getting up and go even faster.

Once I'm out the door I jog the next three blocks before I'm sure he isn't chasing me. I stop and am surprised that I don't need to catch my breath. I've never been the most in shape guy. Luckily the only major health problem I've ever had is my eye sight. Crap! I check my back pack before confirming that I left my only pair of glasses in the bathroom with Carl. But hold on, my vision is abysmal without them. I look around me at the street. "What the.." I can see. It's like the fog I've been looking through for my whole life has been lifted. Could this be caused by that spider? I look at the back of my right hand expecting to see a huge wart or scar but my hand looks completely ordinary. It doesn't even hurt. No idea what to make of all this I might as well head to school, I'll worry about Carl afterwards.

First Period was completely uneventful, same shit as always putting commas where they should be. I never really cared much for it. It's mostly not hard but my interest lies with science. I had a couple weird issues during class though: I broke my favorite pencil somehow, it felt like my paper was made out of tape, I ended up tearing it and having to ask for a new one after I ripped it off of my hand. The rest of the class had some fun with that.

I go straight to the locker room after that and start to get changed for P.E. I glance at the mirror as I'm putting on my work out shirt and stop for a moment to notice muscles that I don't have on my body. I poke one of the abs of my new four pack just to make sure it's real. Suddenly I'm looking at Flash as he's now standing in front of the mirror already changed. "Chekin your self out Pettey? God you're a riot. You better enjoy it while it lasts though. Today is dodge ball day and I have a feeling that your pretty little face is about to get fucked up! Ha!" He walks away into the gym. I hate dodge ball day. It's supposed to be a team exercise but inevitably it always ends up with flash and his friends throwing balls at me and my 'team' staying far away from me and rolling them back to Flash to stay on his good side.

After we're all out of the locker rooms the coach blows his whistle before walking of to go do something. Flash grabs a ball and walks up to the dividing line. "Dodge this Parker!" He throws the ball directly at me, but for some reason it seems like he's moving in slow motion, I bend my knees and duck under the ball before it hits. 'THWANG' The ball makes a noise as it collides like the ball behind me. Other than that the auditorium is dead silent. Flash looks pissed. "All right Petey, You think your slick?" everyone on his team picks up a ball while my team shuffles off to the side. It's now one v. fifteen. Great odds. Flash throws his ball again and I dodge right, I duck under a second ball before jumping a third one, I think I jumped like five feet but I have no time to focus on that. All of my concentration is set on not becoming a dodge ball patterned punching bag. Left, right, jump, duck, roll, I grab a ball out of the air and hurl it at a body on the other side of the line blindly. All the balls stop flying as everyone turns to the guy I nailed. He scoots to the side nursing his head. Well now I guess it's only one verses fourteen. One by one I follow that same pattern. Hit a guy in the stomach, knock a girls legs out from under her with a ball, I think I even knocked one kid out. Until it's just me and Flash. He's panting hard, I'm breathing evenly through my nose.

What I've just done is amazing some would probably call it spectacular but right now I'm not thinking about that. My head is still in the game, from the look on Flash's face I can tell he is too. We're staring each other down both with a ball in hand, waiting for the other to make the first move. I tense my arm about to throw, then I hear a loud whistle snapping me out of my trance. The coach is back "Good game! Showers boys and girls!" Good game? Where the hell was he when it was me against a fucking firing squad. Whatever I drop the ball and start walking towards the locker room. My math class is on the other end of campus so I need to hurry if I don't want to be late. As I'm walking Flash throws his ball as hard as he can at the back of my head, I have no idea how I know that, but right now it's traveling towards me in a perfect arc to hit me. I reach my arm back and pluck it from the air without even turning my head. I stop for a second and look at the ball stunned. As soon as it left his hand I knew exactly where it was and where it would be. Flash is behind me, he's walking as if to shove me with his shoulder. I take a step to the right and he nearly trips in surprise.

The glare he has could kill, "Let's see how lucky you are during lunch freak." And he walks off towards the locker room. Just what I needed on top of this weird day.

I manage to get to Math just before the bell rings, my usual spot in the front is taken so I take a seat in the back, I only ever sat in the front because of my vision, guess that won't be a problem anymore. Right as the bell rings a body runs through the door and takes a seat at the only empty desk next to me. Weird I thought we only had twenty-nine students in this class. I look over and see Katherine from the bus ride yesterday. She looks surprised to see me, "Peter? Since when are you in this class?"

Me? "I've been here all year when did you join?"

She almost rolls her eyes, "I told you that I started two days ago right? Why weren't you here when I started?" Two days ago? Oh right, I was knocked out in a bathroom actually not far from here. "Never mind that, where did you go yesterday? Like no one could find you, your group said you just bolted." I scratch the back of my hand absentmindedly, I hear the teacher start her lecture in the front of the class and turn to start taking notes. "Hey are you just gonna ignore me?" I have more important things to do than talk to Katherine. I continue taking my notes, f(x) = x2 so f '(x) = 2x and, "Peter!"

Ms. Appleseed stops her lecture to look at Katherine, "Ms. Pryde, I understand that this is only your second day in my class but I assume that in Illinois students also aren't allowed to talk in class."

Katherine reaches into her back pack to take out her notebook "Sorry, it won't happen again." Appleseed goes back to her lecture but I hear Katherine whisper from the seat next to me. "You can't ignore me forever."

After class is over Katherine starts to follow me, but grabs her head and heads to the bathroom complaining about a headache. People give me wide berth as I enter the cafeteria I guess word about gym has already spread around. When I enter the cafeteria it goes silent, I still have money from the other day so I start heading towards the line. I'm about halfway there before Flash walks in. even without turning around I know it's him, I can sense his malevolence. People clear the tables closest to me sitting around the edges. I see some worried or confused people in the crowd, most just seem eager for a fight. "Hey Petey." I turn around to face him. He glares at me and I glare back. Like before I guess my only choice is to fight. My hands ball into fists and I spread my feet apart. "Gonna try this again huh? Good. It's more fun this way."

He walks at me slowly menacingly, but for some reason I can't bring myself to be afraid. He pulls his arm back and takes the last stride in a massive step throwing his entire weight at me in a punch straight for my head. I know that his fist is probably moving anywhere from eight to eleven miles per hour yet some how I'm faster. I side step his fist, and he stumbles a few feet before catching himself. If the cafeteria felt quiet before the silence was suffocating now. Flash throws another punch, this time at my mid section and I dodge left, right, left, right, and left. I'm calmly standing untouched and he's panting in front of me. "Stand Fucking still Parker!" If that's how he wants it. He throws his next punch at me and I catch it in my right hand. He looks shocked. Hey look at that, I'm stronger than him. I squeeze his hand and begin pushing him down into the ground, I can't keep the smile off of my face. Just the other day I was wishing I could make him pay. Now the opportunity presents itself. After all I've been through I deserve to enjoy this. "AGggh!" What is he screaming about. I let go of his fist and see that his fingers are badly bent. Just how strong am I? He punches at me with his right hand, I raise my left to knock his fist away and cock my right fist back into a punch. It's about time I hit him right? I deck him in the chest as hard as I can. I feel the wind leave his lungs, I hear a gasp from the crowd as the force of my punch lifts him off of his feet and sends him flying about a meter before he lands on his back.

Flash is on the ground moaning, clutching his probably broken hand to his chest. I see him look up at me through teary eyes, "What the hell are you?"

Everyone's eyes are on me, normally a nightmare for me. I've always felt weak so I try to stay out of sight, not draw attention to myself. But now, now I'm the strongest guy in the room, and their attention is only confirming that. I walk up to Flash and put my foot on his chest before pressing down feeling him squirm beneath me. "Better than you."

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