Marvel: The Tragic One #Plot based Fic, with some Wish-Fulfillment included#
Note: It is imperative that you read the, -Author POV-, Chapter before continuing, as it will allow you to decide whether or not this is the story for you. Also note that the Gore tag is not for laughs and giggles, at times it will get uncomfortably descriptive. This is unfortunately necessary to bring out the full scope of the Fic, so best believe if your uncomfortable, just think for a second what I'm feeling writing this ****.
Synopsis: I have never fired off webs faster than I am now... my gut, its telling me somethings wrong, I just cant put my finger on it. As the feeling in my gut increases so does my speed. Finally I reach my home, And run to the front door, not caring about taking my suit off. I just... I need to make sure their both okay... their all I have left... When I reached the door I practically rip it off its hinges. "Aunt MAY, Uncle BEN!". I yell out. I look outside, and uncle Bens car is still in the drive way. My gut feeling increases tenfold... I run inside and search the house. Upstairs, nO, closets, No, restrooms, nO, Bedrooms, NO!... As the little bit of the sanity I still have starts to leave me, I finally start walking into the kitchen. I look down to notice I stepped on something red... My head goes blank. As I walk the last couple of steps into the kitchen, I couldn't help but start begging, screaming in fact, for it not to be what I think it is... I look into the kitchen only... only to fall to my knees, onto the floor... that was dyed red. I just stared into the distance, unable to accept what was in front of me. Finally, after what seemed hours, I slowly crawl to them... to their dead body's. "Please.. Please.. PLEASE!". I yell out to no one as a grab onto what was left of... May... Who before my eyes slowly began to take the form of my mother, eyes empty, teeth knocked out, mouth wide open filled with... I couldn't help but notice that her head... it wasn' attached to her body. "No, NO, NO, NO, No, NO!". I gasp out as I, for the first time in years, start to cry, as my surroundings soon take the form of a memory... one I have been trying to forget all my long unpleasant life... Read to find out more.
Disclaimer, this is a fan-fic, so credit goes to original authors. And this is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I don't claim ownership over the Cover Photo.
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There will be plot holes and other grammatical issues, as I'm not a Pro-Writer, but I will try my best to address and fix such issues as soon as I can. No promises, but my goal after a certain point is to be able to write at least 3 Chapters a week.
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