Chapter 3: I've Got You, Gwen

"Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, but Josh Rob is a jerk!"

In a classroom at Central High School, an English teacher was writing furiously.

Peter suddenly received a text message.

The sender's name on the message read "Gwen Stacy."

Peter, relying on his memories from his past life, glanced back at the left rear corner of the classroom.

A girl with golden hair and delicate features smiled at him when she saw him turn around.

"Buzz!"

Peter's phone vibrated again.

Gwen Stacy had sent another text: "I heard Josh bothered you again this morning. Are you okay?"

Gwen was one of Peter's good friends, seemingly in the future, the two became a couple.

But the final outcome was somewhat tragic.

Recalling the information about Gwen Stacy he knew from his past life, Peter replied to her text: "I'm fine, but he might not be."

Moments later, Gwen, who received Peter's text, responded with a question mark and attached a shrug emoji.

Peter put down his phone, choosing not to reply to Gwen's message.

He focused his attention on the notes in front of him, recalling the information he had seen about the "Alien" world, trying to extract it from his memory and record it on paper, attempting to find the reasons for his influence by the Alien embryo.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Peter had just left the school campus when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Peter, I heard!"

Gwen's voice rang out from behind him, "You shoved Josh into the locker, that was brilliant!"

Gwen, with a smile on her lips, seemed to be in a good mood. "You should have done that ages ago."

"Thanks."

Peter nodded casually.

At the moment, he didn't feel like talking to the blonde girl, so he nodded and turned to leave.

His gaze happened to glance at a corner where someone was lurking suspiciously.

Seeing the person's gaze focused on Gwen, Peter deduced that they were after her.

"I'm heading back now, remember to be careful on your way."

Despite the oddity of Peter's words, Gwen nodded in acknowledgment.

Watching Peter leave, Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, telling herself, "Well, maybe Peter's just not in the mood, I shouldn't always expect others to meet my standards."

After a moment of self-reflection, Gwen was about to take the subway home when her phone suddenly rang.

"Dad? I'm fine, just about to head home. Do you need me to bring some quinoa for you? The stock in the fridge might not be enough, maybe I can—"

Before she could finish her sentence, her father interrupted, "Gwen, have you received any strange letters?"

"Strange letters? No."

Gwen thought for a moment, shaking her head.

"Do you mean the invitation from the Christian Youth Camp? I heard on the news that some people commented on the Christian Youth Camp as activities only for Methodists, Baptists, and Unitarians, a regression of sin and spirituality. Is that the strange letter you're talking about?"

"No, of course not. Forget it, I'll talk to you when you get home."

George Stacy, Gwen's father, a bit overwhelmed by Gwen's whimsical nature, hung up the phone.

As the chief of police in New York City, he inevitably dealt with criminals.

During the day, he received a warning letter from a criminal group, cautioning him to be careful about his family's safety.

Out of concern for his daughter's safety, he made this call.

Unaware of her father's concerns, Gwen hung up the phone and continued on her way to the subway station.

Nightfall approached.

What George Stacy feared most had happened.

In a remote alley, Gwen was suddenly stopped by three burly men.

Confirming Gwen's name, the three men wasted no time and began to attack her.

Gwen, alert as ever, realized the danger and started running before they could lay a hand on her.

Of course, the thugs wouldn't let her go and immediately chased after her.

Ten minutes later.

"Okay, maybe we can talk, or maybe I can give you the money in my wallet."

Standing on a construction site rooftop, Gwen gasped for breath.

On the opposite side stood the equally breathless thugs.

Although Gwen had made her best effort to escape, she was finally cornered on the rooftop.

'If I were a superhero, I wouldn't be bargaining with these criminals in such a pitiful manner.'

With beads of sweat on her forehead, Gwen tried to negotiate while trying to stabilize the situation, but she couldn't help but have wild thoughts.

"What we're interested in is not the money, but you. Because of some minor issues with your father, we need you to come with us."

"Can I refuse?"

"No."

The lead thug was getting impatient, drawing a knife from his waist and approaching Gwen, who was standing on the edge of the rooftop.

Gwen took a step back, feeling a rush of fear, almost slipping off.

Taking a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, Gwen cast her gaze to the rooftop on the other side of the building.

Could she jump from this rooftop to the one on the other side, three meters away?

As she looked at the approaching thugs and then down at the ground, a fall from this height would definitely result in injury.

There's no way out!

Gritting her teeth, Gwen took a few steps back, and in the panicked eyes of the thugs, she accelerated forward and then leaped with all her strength.

'It's not surprising, I've always been a bit of a crazy girl!'

As she soared through the air, Gwen told herself.

The wind whistled in her ears as her body plummeted, about to land on the rooftop opposite.

"Thud!"

Her feet landed on the edge of the rooftop!

But just as she thought she had succeeded, her feet slipped, her body lost balance, and she began to fall towards the ground below.

With wide eyes, she was filled with despair in an instant.

Her helpless hands reached out, trying to grab onto something.

"Clack!"

At the critical moment, a pair of hands reached out from the darkness and grabbed her wrist.

"I've got you!"

A warm and familiar voice entered her ears.

The face behind the arms gradually emerged from the darkness.

Peter stood on the rooftop, reaching out his hand and catching Gwen, who was about to fall.

Gwen's body leaned backward, her shocked gaze fixed on Peter.

"Peter?"

She never imagined that Peter would appear here at her moment of deepest despair.

"How did you get here?"

Before Peter could answer, Gwen, who had been pulled over, suddenly threw herself into Peter's arms, her voice choked with tears, "Thank you, Peter."

Peter's cold expression softened slightly as he felt the warmth Gwen brought to him.

He hadn't come here specifically to save Gwen.

Wrapped in what seemed like a release of murderous intent from the depths of his soul, he felt a bit irritable.

In the pitch-black night, it was a natural hunting ground for aliens.

And for him, influenced by the alien genes, he couldn't help but come out for a stroll in the dark.

That wild and violent instinct always lingered around him.

After inadvertently witnessing Gwen being chased, he followed the two groups to this place.

Feeling the warmth Gwen brought to his chest, Peter looked up, his gaze falling on the thugs who were already preparing to leave.

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