My name is Peter Parker. I live in Queens, New York. I used to live with my aunt May and uncle Ben, but my uncle was murdered. After a few years, my aunt died.
and I wasn't able to do anything about it. When my aunt passed and especially my uncle's Death. I was 13 years old. Me and Uncle Ben went to a convenience store to buy some snacks.
Then a man in a black mask came in to Rob the story, but I ended up bumping into a shelf and dropping some items, which alerted the robber.
Then he pointed his gun at me, and that's when my uncle Ben got in the way, and he was shot dead, and the robber took the money and ran out of the store.
"Uncle Ben, uncle Ben, are you ok?" I said with tears running down my face.
"Please call 911 fast." I yelled to the cashier.
"Ah alright" The guy who was frozen and shocked came back and immediately grabbed the phone and called the cops.
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"Can you tell us your name, son?" said a tall and fit blonde officer.
"I'm Peter Parker." I said I was trying to hold back any tears and rage.
"And everything you told us is correct?"
"yes officer"
"Well, alright, thank you for your time, and I'm sorry for what's happened. As well, the man who shot your uncle has a star tattoo on his left wrist with 2 straight lines on the side.
"So keep a lookout for anyone with that tattoo and contact us immediately," he said while handing me a card to the police station.
While the police walk off, all I can think to myself is what to do and how to talk to Aunt May when I get home.
"Fuck," I say while biting my lip and clenching my fist.
As I walk out of the store and walk down the street, I see the two cops talking in the alley while smoking a cigarette.
"You think we're going to find the dude?"
"Nah, no way in hell with the amount of crimes and shit happening, someone's useless uncle dying ain't our top priority."
"Ya, I guess your right, inless he turns himself in or is caught for another crime, we're not going to go searching for some fucking Crackhead."
"What about the kid, though I feel kind of bad for him?"
"Nah, I saw the video footage. He just stood there and let his uncle jump in front of the shot. if The kid wasn't such a dumbass and moved; his uncle wouldn't have died."
"Really, that's a shame being responsible for your own family member's death as well; if he hadn't made noise in the first place, the robber wouldn't have seen them."
"Ya, honestly, I guess it's a good thing the kid doesn't know that."
"Clang"
" "!!" "
"Okay, just a can; maybe a rat dropped it."
"Probably," said the blonde officer with a lazy gaze.
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"Dammit dammit dammit."
While crying, I was running down the street trying to escape what I heard, but no matter how far I ran, all I could hear going through my ears was the cops conversation.
"My fault, it's all my fault." while speeding up and bumping into people while running as fast as I can while tears fill my eyes.
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That was 8 years ago, my aunt died the year I graduated, so I was left alone the second I had to start my life.
I tried to live as best as I could after that, but then the bank came and took the house through some legal loophole, and by 6 days I was out of the house, so I quickly gathered all the money I saved and got a little studio in Queens.
Those 4 years alone taught me a lot to not be trusting of others and to do anything you can to survive, as the crime rate has risen and the Avengers are dealing with threats out of our country and never come to New York, so the small-time heroes do their best, but lately many villains have been coming out.
Not just here but everywhere. Slowly New York City became a dark place where you can be mugged for a few bucks. The days stay gray and cloudy with a few beams of the sun, and some day, if we're lucky, the sky will be out on full view.
But when it turns night time is when this city comes alive but that also means crimes comes alive more potent and aggressive.
A few years ago, the underground was opened. It was meant for people who couldn't afford homes, but it grew into its own city underneath New York.
Everyone calls it Black City or the underbelly of New York, but going down there without connections or protection is like screaming for trouble.
Many main entrances are guarded so no trouble starts, but anything that happens on the other side is none of their business, and it's meant for the underbelly guards to deal with.
There are a total of 10 main entrances; there are also rumors of hidden entrances into the underground.
There were also many new gangs as well as criminal organizations forming and crumbling during the start, but now the true war dogs have taken their throne, and this is the life we have in this new world.
And sadly, many citizens end up being casualties if they wander Into the underground or meet someone in the wrong place and time above ground.
But during all this I worked hard during high school.but I was also bullied and beaten up by a kid named Flashand his friends, but one day he pummeled me in front of the whole school and made me apologize to him on my hands and knees for being a useless shit stain.
No matter how hard I tried to stay quiet, he would just beat me more. And made everyone see how truly pathetic I was
After that day, I managed to finish school and never got to see Flash again.
But that didn't change anything, as when I tried to work small jobs, my bosses would always belittle me and verbally degrade me, but what can I do about it? If I say anything back, he can take away my pay. Then what do I go do? Live on the streets if I can't find another job in time.
At work, the female coworker I had would flirt with the boss to take off days and as for extra pay, which would come out of my pay and just say I messed up so I got a pay deduction, or make me work overtime cause he said I was being lazy during the day.
But than again why didnt j do anything,its simple because im weak and pathetic, with no social or physical power over anyone. Just a boy with a dark heart who wishes he can do what he wants but reality isn't like that is it.
But later that day i was mugged behind my workplace; they stole everything I had made that day, and I had to walk home like a wounded dog.
That's when I remembered my uncle's words he used to say.
"Peter, it's not a sin to be born weak; it's a sin to stay weak." And right after thinking of those words That's when I decided to change.
Everyday I would try to eat as much as possible with my low income. I would wake up at 5 to run, then shower and finish my morning, then go to work and return home to work out with any heavy things I could find for exercise.
For 3 years I worked hard and managed to put more muscle on, but I still couldn't be called the greatest. I was 5'9. Black hair, black eyes with a slightly defined skinny body with slightly tan skin
Who would have known one day soon in the future would change me for the better to make the useless Peter Parker brand new?