Spiderman Prime

Spiderman Prime by Sorcerer Prime

Chapter 1. Lady Luck

(Damien's POV - Mundane World)

My name is Damien, and I wish I had superpowers. 

I know I've always made that wish, but this time, I definitely need superpowers. And I need the universe to grant them to me like ASAP!

I might I sound naive, or crazy, but it's the only way I can protect myself and friends from what's happening.

GRATATATATATA!

"Come out ye little punks!"

I think the sound of bullets hurling from a sub-machine gun is enough to paint the magnitude of the situation. But if you need catching up, I can bring you up to speed.

It's our sophomore year, and we were just trying to do cool stuff and enjoy life a little bit. You know, breaking from our comfort zone.

Harry, our Senior during our freshman year - and close friend, seemed like the right kind of guy to hook us up with 'The Campus Life' we so much desired.

He introduced us to his gang, and voila! our gateway to living the cool life. And just as it started, Allen, Dan and I knew it was going to be an riveting ride.

We went from making the most of regular parties to discovering the hidden world of underground parties, and I had never felt on top of the world as I did while enjoying my slice of life.

I guess you are wondering less and less on how we came to be in such precarious situation - a kingpin shooting a sub-machine gun at us while yelling for us to come out.

But let's see if we are on the same page. Iiiiittttt'sssssss... drugs, of course.

Our trio (Allen, Dan, and me) had a strict policy when it came to drugs. Other than certain brands of alcohol, we did not do drugs under any circumstance.

However, to keep the flame of the party alive, Harry had made it clear that we had to contribute somehow. If we were not go to be users, we needed to preserve our status quo by doing something of equal value.

Putting our genius together, we came up with a brilliant drug acquisition and distribution plan using the dark web, and it kicked in really fast, like an ecstasy pill. Thus, putting us in the middle of every party in the city, since we had a talent for acquiring only the best flavors.

In just months, we had not only become famous, but had also become the life of any party that mattered within New York City. 

However, fame strikes both ways, and the world is full of other geniuses. It didn't take long for our identities to be discovered by some really powerful people, no thanks to our pretty average encryption techniques. 

Between the 'congratulations' and offers to perform distribution for the most powerful gangs in the city in exchange for our lives, reality kicked in at a very alarming rate, and we realized we had been living our lives a little too carelessly. 

Let's just say, we came up with another reckless and average plan to clear our name, and it was going anything but well.

And as recklessly as I had lived my life, it ended with a reckless, adrenaline-fueled move. 

Like any gamer, the sound of bullets had become sort of a second nature to me. And from watching too much false information, I believed I could dodge all of them, grab the gun, and turn the tide.

The rest is history.

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(Damien's POV - Marvel World)

My name is Damien, and I just want things to be normal for once. Like, I wanna get by to the supermarket without running into a spider-man fight.

Do you know how many times my car has gotten wrecked from that?

Or how many times Spider-man has crashed through my apartments? 

I tried moving, but ended up regretting it. Having Spider-man interfere with my life is much better than getting involved with other life's mysteries.

Especially when the main party involved is a man with no sense of privacy, and a claim that my plumbing is a dimension gate to a soul eater.

I thought he was loony, until my bathroom turned to a literal horror show. To this day, I can't eat noodles after what I saw him wrestle and banish.

At least he left my house better than he had found it, with a promise that I would forget all I had seen and would be at peace. Part of it worked. I'm at peace with everything I saw, but I don't think the forgetting bit worked.

But more importantly, I didn't want to experience it again. So, I crawled back to Queens, back to the devil I knew, and it was deja vu with Spider-man again.

Part of me was glad after seeing spiderman crash some bad guys on my car, but after getting reacquainted with all the drama, I just want things to be normal. 

I just want a normal life. Is that too much to ask for?

"Wait, is that a golden spider crawling on my ceiling?" I was seated on my couch, chilling with my mundane thoughts, when I saw a creepy shadow cast over me.

Next thing I know, I was slouched on my couch sweating profusely and breathing heavily as if each breath was my last.

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(Damien's POV)

I have been told I am delusional more times than I can think of. Once I was taken to therapy, and the therapist's diagnosis was that I didn't know how to differentiate reality from fiction, and vice versa. 

Her suggestion (the therapist's) was that I learn how to live in the moment. She advised I go back to campus and experience life, instead of trying to be the next self-made billionaire out of the blues.

Honestly, I thought experiencing life was what I was doing before the first bullet tore through my cheek, and the difference between fiction and reality was very very clear.

However, as more bullets tore through my veins and arteries, the only thing that I could think of was how disappointed I was in myself. I should have never returned to campus, and instead focused on building my VR goggles.

I had this idea of making people experience the world from my perspective, by fully immersing them into experiencing fiction like it was the real thing. 

But when push came to shove, I gave up and denounced the greatest inspiration of all time. I had the potential to change the world, but after a personal struggle, great power no longer felt like a responsibility, but a burden.

So, living life recklessly was more of a plea to the universe to give that power to someone worthy, instead of a loser like me. 

I had been riddled with so many bullets and my blood was all over the cold floor, but I hardly paid any attention to the pain, or the idea of death. Instead, I was glad that the universe had finally answered to one of my pleas.

I think it was a bullet through my skull that finally did it.

That probably explains why I woke up with such a blaring headache. But the sweating..., I didn't get why I was sweating profusely, or why my body was so hot, unlike a regular fever.

Not to mention the limp-ness all over my body, and my difficult breathing. My vision was hazed as I opened my eyes, and I couldn't make out anything clearly.

And in my mind, there was this thought about a gold-colored spider shooting gold-colored webs had bit me, beneath other speculations on Spiderman.

It took me almost forever to ask the one question that really mattered.

"W-what the..-?" The question was directed to no one in particular, and as the fog cleared from my vision, I realized I was in a living room all by myself.

"Where am I?" Blood was now flowing through my body at a faster rate, and my body was getting less and less limber. Slowly, I lifted my hands to hold my head in place.

The headache was subsiding, but it still felt blasting. I had so many questions, but my head just wasn't in the mood of processing them. 

Breathing was becoming more and more natural, and the sweating was declining as my body felt cooler and cooler, as if it was finding its way to normal body temperature.

After a minute or so of staying in position, I felt my body rejuvenate as if it was healing itself, and the headache went from blasting, to mild. And my limb-ness had gone away.

The first thought that came to mind was to check for bullet holes in my body, and I found none. Not even stitches or scars were present in all the places I looked. 

Before I could even think about my friends, something else caught my attention, and I found myself scattering in search of a mirror. 

From the living room, I stumbled into the kitchen before walking back to find the bedroom and the bathroom, where I found the mirror.

Confused, I gazed at my reflection. I was staring at my face, the same one I had owned for years. I had my mother's black pupils, and my father's long nose, and my skin had a mixed race complexion, as usual.

My hair was still resembled silk-like strands with a natural cull, and my ears were still regular sized. However, my cheeks were fatter than usual, and so was my belly.

If not for the momentary confusion, I would have very much liked to know what had happened to those abs I had worked very little for. However, something else was bugging me.

I had been shot more times than I could count, and yet, here I was standing 'healthy' as ever with no bullet marks or blood-stained clothes, and unusually real memories of Spiderman and...

"I got bit by a gold-colored spider?" That question just had to come out verbally to separate from the trail of thoughts in my mind.

But it was not just that. There were memories of me graduating from Harvard School of Business and working a 9-5 at twenty one. Something about that made me feel a mixture of pride and jealousy. 

Still, it made me feel warm and relaxed as I recognized my surroundings to be my apartment.

However, I would have been a bad friend if I didn't worry about Allen and Dan, and wonder what had happened to them. But a theory was forming in mind, and I was hoping that they would end up suffering the same fate as I had.

But first, to confirm my Prime suspicions, I tried shooting a web.

~Prime