LordOfDarkness
The Dark Avenger © †
It all happened so many years ago. I can't truly recall how long it's been. Maybe I've truly stopped caring? My powers. Huh, what powers? Powers are useless when you can't even save the ones you love. The ones you 'loved'. Sometimes suicide pops up in my mind. I want to tear my own heart out. But I fear that even if I did, it'd still be beating for you...Oh Christ, I can't go on like this any more. Night after night, not sleeping. Walking the streets to work like an animal. I'm a robot now. No life, no future. Nothing to look forward to. I don't even know why I keep those pictures of me and you now. You've probably moved on. After all, I did leave you there to suffer. Walked away from you at the alter. My job, my work. It was the end of me. I gave into you. But not any more. I've put you aside. I burned all the clothing. You won't take away any more of my life. I left because of you. I lost because of you. You will stay hidden within me for the rest of my days.
"Peter Parker, WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!!"...
"Oh crap...Good morning Mr. Henson"...
"Don't you dare give me good morning. That's the second time this week you've been caught sleeping at your desk Parker. What's gotten into you? You use to be a really good photographer here, getting all the shots. You're getting sloppy. I'll give you until the end of this week to tidy up and smarten up your ideas. Either that or you're fired" came his bosses angry voice.
'I don't know who is worse. Mr Henson or Jameson...' his mind violently wondered. Still...There she was. The new Mary Jane in his life. Claire Littlewood. She was stunning in his eyes. He would dream of wowing her and wooing her. He always gave up that idea. Threw it out of the window like a disregarding piece of filth. She would only get caught up in his World. His enemies would hunt him down. He would have to move again and again. She didn't deserve that life of his. The danger and the worry. The sleepless nights that had followed him for the last fifteen years. It wasn't worth it. Nothing like that was. He just skipped past her. "Morning Pete" came her luscious voice to his ears. He wanted to so badly. 'Just ignore her' came the voice in his head. He carried on through the door. 'Good...'.
No it wasn't good he kept telling that voice inside his mind. He should have his own life. Not be burdened by his alter self. The other half of him. The underneath of his mask. But he had realised that since the day he had been cursed with his so called 'gift'. The only mask he wore was his own skin. But that's exactly what he didn't want. He wanted to be himself again. He wanted Spider-man out of his life. That's why he had burnt the clothes. He had moved so many times. He hadn't had another relationship since Mary Jane. He could only kill Spider-man by not being him. Even though it killed him to hide it. He was emotionally deteriorating inside.
A whole week to find his true self. Hm, this would be interesting for him he thought as he walked down the streets of his neighbourhood. His mind skipped past a nearby alleyway in which a lady was getting mugged. 'Parker...Do something Parker...What good is just ignoring it?' his brain taunted him so badly these days. It had been too long since he had tasted his own blood. He had stayed out of so much trouble. 'Just this once...And then, never again' his mind kept telling him. "No, not without the mask" he said in broad daylight. A passing by stranger looked over at him like he was a freak. Was he a freak? Perhaps so. More so than any freak he had known himself. 'Forget the mask...You are the mask, remember? I know what you're thinking. I always do, Peter'..."STOP!" he shouted. The nearby muggers thought that his cry had been directed towards him. Their attention had been drawn to him. It was too late now. Confrontation was quite unavoidable.
"What the **** did you just say little man?" came one of the muggers voices. The two guys were already walking towards his direction. Peter turned and started to walk away. 'No, wait...Don't go. Stay. It'll get interesting'..."**** you...I could kill them" Peter said.
"Dude this guy's just a ****ing loser. Let's just get out of here before the cops show up".
He wanted to go, but his legs wouldn't move. He was stuck to the spot. His insides burned and boiled up. "LET ME ****ING GO!!!" he screamed to himself. "This guy has totally flipped. I'm gonna teach him a lesson" one of the muggers made his way over to Peter, who had his back turned. A sudden tingling sensation shot through his entire body. An instant reflex motion coursed through his body, demanding him to make a quick movement out of the way of the incoming attack. He could not deny himself one thing. It felt so good after all those years to feel that power come rushing back through him again. It almost made him smile.
Stunned and perplexed, the mugger stood there. He tried another punch, and another and another. Peter dodged every single hit, easily enough. "What the...What the ****?" the man said in disbelief. "**** this!" he said, running away from the scene with his friend.
'Get after them...They did wrong' came the voice inside his mind..."No, that's where I'm leaving it...For now at least" Peter replied. 'Very well then'.