Chapter 7: Possible suspect is...

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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!

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Time after the Queensboro bridge incident: 1 Week 4 Days 5am

(time skip)

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[5am | Captain Stacy | on the roads]

{"Captain Stacy, we got a report for a possible 273D in your vicinity."} The radio gave out.

"Send me the address! I will look into it!" I commanded, wanting to get there as quickly as possible.

{"The address is 3859 11th St, Queens, NY 11101."} The radio gave out the address, which made me question from where I knew it.

'Wait! Isn't that the home of the-' "Thompson Family?" I finished my thought out loud.

{"You're right sir! How did you know?"} The voice on the radio questioned me.

"Friends of the family!" I answered in a hurried tone while putting on the siren and lights.

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[A while later | Thompson House]

As I drive into the street, I see their elderly neighbor banging on their door.

>bang< >bang< >bang<

"Open the door, Thomas!!!" She screamed.

"Ma'am, please cal-"

"I always knew you were a hitter!" She continued screaming, cutting me off.

"AAH!" I put my hand on her shoulder, making her scream in surprise.

"Ah! Captain Stacy! How are the kids?" She asked, none of the former anger to be seen.

'She should really move to a retirement home.' I thought while giving her a light smile.

"You reported a potential case of domestic violence?" I asked, wanting to gather more info.

"Yes, I hear screams! Screams of pure fear, like they have seen a monster! I know the loss of his son hit Thomas hard, but I never thought that he would fall so deep into his depression. To hit his wife and kids is not excusable!" She explained, having me agree with her opinion.

"You are right, but now leave it to me!" I said to her, wanting her to leave.

"Ok!" She said with a smile before leaving

>knock< >knock<

After she left, I knocked on the door.

"Here is the police! Open the door! If you don't comply, I will come in by force!" I shouted while waiting a bit.

>Crash<

I ran against the door with my shoulder after taking out my gun, breaking it, and giving myself entry.

'It smells like... blood and fish?' I ask myself before firmly gripping my pistol and activating the flashlight on top of it.

As I step further into the house, I locate the light switch.

>bzz< >bzz<

'doesn't seem to work...' I thought to myself as I continued walking.

"Webs?" As I made myself ready to go upstairs, I saw something that shocked me

'Was he here?' I asked myself as I tried to climb around the webs.

"Wha- What happened here!?" I thought as I saw Thomas being webbed on the wall with most of his face missing and little Barry's lifeless body lying on the ground with his whole head missing.

"Station, we have two 187 and possibly two 505 !" I screamed into the radio as I searched for Martha and little Sara.

{"Any possible suspect?"} The voice on the radio asked, making me pause in my movement.

"Possible suspect is..."

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[6am | Oscorp | Norman's POV]

"Mr. Osborn, I have bad news!!! The Thompson boy has escaped!" I heard Nel's scream with a fearful voice as he entered the room.

"Is it really bad news?" I asked him while smiling and looking at the monitors before me.

"What do you mean Mr. Osborn?" Nels asked, wanting to inquire what I meant.

"What does a wounded kid do?" I asked him a rhetorical question.

"It runs to its mother." I tell him the answer while activating the big monitor, which shows how he slaughtered his family before switching to Captain Stacy.

{"Possible suspect is Spider-Man."}

{"Possible suspect is Spider-Man."}

{...}

I let it play the last part in a loop as I looked out the window with the biggest smile I ever had on my face.

"Inform all our media outlets... Oh, and before I forget, also sent this to the Daily Bugle!" I said, finding joy in this moment.

'It didn't go as planned... It actually went better!' I thought being delighted about the result of our experiment.

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[7am | Parker House | Peter's POV]

'I haven't had such a good sleep in years since I became Spider-Man.' I thought while standing up and making my way to the bathroom, thinking it was a good to have taken the night off.

"Peter!" I heard Aunt May scream from the living room.

"Yes, Aunt May!?" I screamed back, not wanting to have to walk down before brushing my teeth.

"We talked about this! When I call you, you come down so we can talk face to face!" >sigh< She screamed again, making me sigh, as I made my way down with the toothbrush still in my mouth.

"Whm dmd yom wam tnm tem me¿" (What did you want to tell me?) I asked her trying not to let the toothpaste fall onto the carpet.

"Watch this!" She said as she pointed at the TV and made it louder with the remote.

{... "The main suspect in the murder and kidnapping of the Thompson family is still on the loose"...} I stopped listening to the TV as I stood there in shock.

'Even his family?!' I scream in my head while grabbing the remote out of Aunt May's hand and switching to another News Channel to get the whole news.

{"The Spidermanace has shown his true colors!!! First, he made the David Thompson boy kill himself, and if that is not enough, he also kills his whole family!!! The first officer at the scene, Captain Stacy, refused to give a statement for now!!!"...}

>Huff< >Huff< >Huff<

>Pant< >Pant< >Pant<

>Gasp< >Gasp< >Gasp<

>thud<

"Peter?!" Aunt May screamed as she saw me fall onto the floor.

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Well well! Could someone predict it?

How is the story bw.?

To fast/slow

To detailed/undetailed