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Chapter 10 - Gaining Control

Hmmm, I need to find another job. I would like a nicer apartment, I say in a groggy voice as my eyes finally close.

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As I get up off the couch, I start to rub my eyes and feel my stomach for the wound.

Not bad Not even a scar is left; luckily, I didn't have any dreams today either.

As I looked around, the small apartment had peeling paint on the walls, a sagging ceiling, and stained, threadbare carpets that hinted at years of neglect. The kitchen consisted of outdated appliances, rusted fixtures, and a window that barely let in the dim light through its cracked, dusty pane.

Damn, I really need to get a new place. If I live in a place like this for too long, it will just start getting to me.

Just forget it for now. As I go to my closet to grab a pair of clothes, I see my suit. Let's patch this up and go out for a bit instead, I think to myself while a smile appears on my face.

As I just sit at my desk, I carefully start to mend my torn suit with nimble fingers. I stitched the sleek, stretchy fabric with practiced precision, ensuring the repair blended seamlessly with the rest of the suit, my face focused and lit by a single hanging lamp.

1 hour later

Finally it's done. Hmm, I need to get more of these materials. Sure, I have the part left over. From the other suits, but I'll run out at some point.

Now let's go get started as I put on my suit and jump out my window, shooting myself into the tall building.

As I soared between towering skyscrapers, my red and white suit gleamed in the sunlight as I gracefully swung from one web to the next. The city sprawled below, a blur of bustling streets and cars, while I arced through the air with effortless agility, the wind rushing past and reflections of my figure streaking across the glass windows of the high-rise buildings.

"Wooooooooooo, hahah. I know I do it every time, but this freedom feels amazing."

Thump

Truly, this view is amazing and breathtaking in a way.

standing high up on the Chrysler Building, looking out over the city. The height gives you a sense of separation, almost like hovering above the chaos of the streets below. As you gaze out towards the water, the river stretches far into the horizon, glimmering under the sunlight or reflecting city lights at dusk.

The wind might be brisk, hinting at the altitude, and the skyline in the distance adds depth to the scene. It feels like standing above the pulse of New York, watching as it breathes and stretches beneath you. There's a sense of awe at the sheer expanse of the city and the quiet, reflective stillness of the water below.

As I sit down and pull out my police radio scanner, I wonder what I'll be doing today.

After a few minutes, nothing happened. But then

"Co coming in, we need back up at Bryant Park."

It seems like something is finally happening. Good thing it's close by.

As I jump off the building and swing down the street to Bryant Park, I can hear gunfire.

"Stupid pigs." A man with a heavy Russian accent yells out

The man yells with his crew, shooting back at the cops.

"Dammit, how much ammo do they have" yelled at one of the cops in frustration?

Swish fwip

As just swing past the cops

I swing into the middle of sixteen Russian mobsters, each armed and ready for a fight. The air is tense, and the men glance around nervously, not knowing when or where the webslinger will strike.

Without warning, I drop into their midst, launching the first wave of attacks. My moves are fluid, but one can see the inexperience I have as I disarm the nearest man and weave through the crowd with grace. The Russians lunge at me one by one, but they can't seem to pin me down. I dodge punches, flip over their heads, and web their hands to the ground, leaving them helpless and tangled.

"Haha, too easy, guys. Better try a little harder." Hmm, it seems I'm starting to get a little used to my body as it feels easier to control.

I quickly dispatched the last few with well-placed punches and acrobatic kicks, knocking them out cold. However, as the dust settles, the real challenge emerges—the Russian leader, a massive, scarred man with years of street fighting under his belt. Unlike his underlings,

"Now it seems we have a challenge."

"Stupid shit, I crush you. My name is Aleksei Sytsevich, and I'll make sure you stay down for beating my men!!" He yelled out

"Uhh, sure if you say so, ale."

"Don't you dare insult me." I then move into action, throwing fast jabs.

The leader is calm, confident, and clearly experienced. The quips and quick hits have little effect as the leader anticipates my moves and counters with bone-crushing blows.

As he sends me flying, I feel my arms creak, struggling to dodge the leader's relentless attacks.

"Damn, you definitely hit harder than most." I say to the Ale

"You are just weak."

Hmm, I can finish this fast. I just need to time it, and I can take this big lug down.

After a bit of time The battle rages, but a heavy, well-timed strike finally sends me crashing into a pillar.

Not yet wait

As I make my body go a little limp, Sytsevich charges at me, aiming to punch my skull in

But then, "fwip fwip," I shoot webs into his face, and I start to crawl on his body like a spider and start to web him up.

"What is this, ahhh?" As I kick off him, sending his face first into the dirt, I shoot a web to the back of his head, pulling me to him, sending a kick to the back of his head.

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall; guess it's true, huh, big guy." Better get out of here now that they are tied up.