Starring in an Origin Story...

I waste no time, I can't have this foolish old man's death on my hands and that's definitely gonna happen if I keep standing around like a buffoon. I sprint towards the man and drop on my knees, skidding the last few centimetres towards him(I'll always be British and use the metric system, nothing will stop me), no doubt scuffing up my jeans in the process and scraping some skin off of my knees. But it doesn't matter, I have to save him and I only have basic medical training from Earl(keep yourself alive from some bullet wounds and cuts till you can get to a real doctor kind of training) so I don't have time to waste on insignificant things like that, every second counts.

Now that I'm next to the old man I can clearly see that his wide open eyes though they are looking a little cloudy like he doesn't understand what is happening to him but I don't have time for that, I quickly locate the bullet wound and see that it is on his stomach, just a few centimetres beneath his belly button. I swiftly take hold of both sides of his shirt and pull my arms wide ripping the shirt in two but I fail to notice that my hand was also gripping the white vest beneath his shirt, buttons go flying everywhere and the white vest is also torn in two. I don't have time to worry about the old man's torn clothes, if it turns out that he gets bothered about it I'll pay to have it replaced but I rather that he would be alive to complain about it then not.

I can clearly see the bullet wound on his stomach now and I'm now realising just how much I'm out of my depth, blood red... Blood..I guess, just keeps leaking out, it's like someone popped a hole in the bottom of a water bottle and the water just keeps pouring out without stop, except this is blood and is very much supposed to stay in the body. I may know some stuff due to my basic medical training but it's just that, basic. I don't have any experience, I don't know if what I'm doing is helping or worsening his condition and I'm afraid that more intervention on my part will just kill the man, just like when I see involved myself in this situation. For all I know the scruffy man was only gonna threaten the man for his car with his gun, he might not have even hurt the old man if it wasn't for me intervening and I just escalated the situation-.

Suddenly I hear a car come to life, I quickly whip my body around so fast that my neck might just snap and quickly see the cause of the disruption and I can't help but feel the burn of rage fill the fiery depths of my stomach. That FUCKING SCRUFFY BASTARD, he's somehow managed to get himself into the old man's car when I wasn't looking, the old man must've left the key in the ignition and the SCRUFFY BASTARD just turned the fuckin key. The bastard must've put the pedal to the metal as the tires start to fuckin turn and emit an awful screeching noise while kicking up some black smoke, the yellow car. The yellow Oldsmobile Delta 88 and I only recognise the car because it's the same car that Ash drives in 'The Evil Dead' movie starts to burn rubber and shoots off down the road. I'm no doctor. I wouldn't be able to save this old man, I just don't have the capability but I bet I could catch that criminal, I won't be able to save the old man but I would definitely be able to avenge him.

I could easily catch up to that guy, a few jumps and I could be directly on top of his car and drag the bastard out by his hair kicking and screaming. I could help this old man live peacefully in the after- "HELLO, A.. A MANS BEEN SHOT.. THE STREET IS-" the woman who screamed earlier seems to have called 911 and I berate myself for not doing that myself instead of thinking of going off on a crusade. I watch the yellow Oldsmobile turn a corner and then I don't spare it another thought, I'm not a superhero and I'm not gonna go catch a criminal but what I can do is try to save this old man which is the duty of any citizen, to help his fellow man.

I don't know if I should move his body at all or something, I don't know if that would make it worse but I'm all out of fucks, no more pussyfooting around. I gently move the old man to the side a little to get a view of his backside and I can see that the bullet didn't go all the way though, which is great.. I think. It at least means that there aren't two holes in him for blood to leak out of but it also means that the bullet is still in his body and might've hit a vital organ and I don't know how to deal with that so the best thing I could do would be to tend to the wound and try to stop the bleeding. I frantically pull at my shirt eventually managing to take it off and press it onto his bullet wound, I press down tight and hope for the best.

There isn't much I can do now so I just start to talk to the man, try to keep him talking and awake and hope that he survives. I start to talk to the old man.. to Ben about his life and keep asking him questions, he hoarsely continues to speak with me sometimes finding it difficult to get his words out. Ben here has a wife called May who he says is the love of his life and an amazing woman, he also has a nephew called Peter who is a genius and the apple of his and his wife's eye. So it turns out this is Ben Parker, the uncle of Peter Parker, the wise voice behind the words 'With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility' and also the driving force behind Peters reason to become a superhero. I somehow got involved with Peter's origin story and I don't know how I feel about that. But with this revelation I realise I have more to talk about with Ben, stuff we can relate to, so we begin to talk about Peter and I can tell that Ben really loves him.

A few minutes in and a nearby police officer arrives at the scene, he sees what I'm doing and start to ask the surrounding people about the situation, we've built up quite the crowd. He eventually makes his way to me and asks me what happened, I tell him that Ben was getting carjacked and I tried to help him but Ben ended up getting shot. I also tell him the colour, make and model of Ben's car that the scruffy man took, the police man quickly grabs a hold of his radio and quickly starts to talk into it, I don't really pay attention as I'm more focused on Ben but I suspect that he just sent out an APB for the scruffy man's arrest. He also tells me that he will take my statement properly after the ambulance has arrived as I am currently preoccupied with Ben but he also informs me that the ambulance will be here soon.

About two minutes later and an ambulance has pulled up, the paramedics quickly rush out and start to talk to and inspect Ben. After a few questions directed at me I am quickly pushed to the wayside so they can get on with their jobs, a stretcher is then quickly brought out of the ambulance to put Ben into, which I begin to help with while another paramedic starts to get the respirator or something started in the back of the ambulance. I am helping to get Ben onto the stretcher when I suddenly hear a heart wrenching scream rip through the night air.

"UNCLE BENN!!!"

And I spot a red faced Peter Parker trying to break through the crowd and scramble towards his uncle.

Well... It wouldn't be much of an origin story if the main character wasn't here...

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<AN> I now have a Pa treon up and running and their are already some advanced chapters on there, take a look.

(www.pa treon.com/GutsyRipper)