Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Fake News
Hello readers, as English isn't my first language, it may contain many grammar issues. That's why I will be using Grammarly. The sponsor of today's vid...
Still, if you find any incorrect grammar or punctuation inside this fanfic, it would be awesome if you would write a correction in the paragraph comments.
'...' : thought
"..." : talking
/...\ : something is written
[...]: place/time
{...} : talking per phone/pc/tv
>...< : sound
(...) : the all mighty me ᕕ( ಠ‿ಠ)ᕗ
Without further ado, let's begin the Story!
TRIGGER WARNING!!!!
attempted suicide
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[3 days later 9pm | Lenox Hill Hospital]
'I can't! I can't do this anymore!'
I thought as I used the little mobility I had left in my body to grab the cable of my lamp, that my parents brought from my home, to try and bind it around my throat.
'I can't make my family suffer because of me... No because of Spider-Man!'
'We can't afford to pay the hospital bills. Maybe, just maybe Spider-Man is going to feel guilty if I kill myself or the media is going to start a funding campaign.'
If someone were to hear my thoughts they would think I'm crazy but it just makes sense to me.
"HE is a HERO... isn't he? So logically speaking he should stand up for his faults... that is the only way to make up for this." I murmured to nobody in particular.
"Yes, he should indeed." I turned my head fast, ignoring the pain I felt from it.
"I am Nels Van Adder from Oscorp and would like to give you an offer." The man, with tan skin and black hair, said to me in a serious voice with no sort of emotion in it. He took the clipboard that lay on the table.
(picture here:)
"And trust me when I say, that it is going to help your little problem or should I say problems?" This time, he made an exaggerated pained face as he looked at the clipboard.
'What do I have to lose?' I asked myself before chuckling.
"I'm all ears~"
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[Around 11pm | Parker House | Peter's POV]
'Another successful day as Spider-Man.' I thought while stepping out of the bathroom and giving myself an imaginary shoulder pat.
>grumble<
"I should probably get a quick bite." I said while walking down the stairs.
{We got news from the Lenox Hill Hospital. One of the six injured students during the Queensboro Bridge incident has taken his own life. For those who can't take something this heavy in the News, I would recommend turning it off, because a letter has been found on the scene...}
'Wha-'
'He is at fault! He is!' I remembered back to what he said at the hospital.
'Please- Please don't be it!' I screamed in my head, crossing my fingers. I tried to close my eyes, which were locked on the TV, unsuccessfully.
{The name of the High School student was David Thompson. A promising young. Who was a phenomenal quarterback with a heart of gold. His family refused to give statements about his mental well-being.}
'Why! Why?' I could feel how my legs gave up on the thought of his death. We were best friends since he saved me from dogs that chased me in middle school. We did practically everything together, from going to the carnival to sharing secrets that may or may not would have gotten us in a lot of trouble.
{The letter stated that he can't live in a world where Spider-Man was celebrated for ruining lives and that he is sorry to his family and friends. The latter also had a plea for financial aid in it...}
After hearing this, the world became silent.
'Wha- What have I-' "done!?"
"Peter?!" Aunt May called me with a tearful voice. Bringing me out of the silenced world and back into ours.
"He's dead! He is gone!" I screamed in an even more tearful voice as Aunt May hugged me and let me cry onto her shoulder.
"It- It's okay to cry." she says with a shaky voice in an attempt to console me.
'Shouldn't I be the one to console you?' I ask myself a rhetorical question.
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[At the same time | on the roads | David's POV]
"How did they get the news so fast?" I asked in wonder as I looked at the small monitor inside the limousine.
"They are a news outlet unknowingly owned by Oscorp. And I must say it was a clever plan there Mr. Thompson." Mr. Adder answered
'Giving me a compliment and demonstrating your influence at the same time?' I thought, processing his answer on any details that could help me in the future while giving him a slight nod.
"Let's hope the rest of your plan works just as smoothly."
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[9pm | Lenox Hill Hospital ]
"So? What is the offer exactly?" I asked him in a curious tone.
"It is simple, really. You only have to partake in an experiment that could, potentially, give you powers similar to Spider-Man." He said in a plain tone, seemingly not caring if I ended up agreeing or not.
"But you would have to be declared dead for us to do so. Any idea?" He asked.
'Trying to test me, aren't we?' I thought as I tried to get a decently enough plan together.
"We need a body and a way to get the news across." I order in a matter-of-fact tone.
"We already got that covert." He said with a smile that sent chills down my body.
"The plan goes as follows: First, we use a look-alike corpse. Secondly, we need to let the news spread." I said, explaining my master plan.
(Only decent, in my opinion. But what do I know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
"That's done eas-"
"But we have to write a letter." I said as I looked out of the window like I always do. Only this time, I saw a clear reflection of my smile and empty eyes.
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[Chapter END]
Welp this was one ride of emotions （;¬＿¬)
Hope it was decent enough
(The next Chapter is going to be another POV change)
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