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 Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 7:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:43 pm
Peter walked slowly. Dead and melancholy. He hadn't slept for almost two days now. The young man rubbed his eyes, red and burning now. His other arm filled with thick books. He stopped for a second to take a moment to rest and was pumbled by students still walking. His books dropped and Peter sighed as the all ready ragged books were trampled. He leaned down to grab them while the back of his mind tingled milliseconds before sirens hit his ears. No one else noticed them just yet, but he could hear them off in the city.
Peter picked up his books and jogged out into the street, taking a turn into an alley. He dumped his clothes and books in a trash can and pulled his mask over. The feeling of being anonymous gave him strength and courage. He wasn't some nerd anymore, he was spider-man! The spider webbed up onto the building top, and took off toward the danger!
(Exit to city)
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