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Issue 4: Depression
I shivered awake, the remnants on the day I'd shared with Pete and
Kitty still fresh in my mind. I grinned. That had been a great first
date. Perhaps the best one ever. Peter Parker was a lucky guy. And
Kitty Pryde... wow. I longed for my old life at that moment. Ached to
be with Kitty. But it could never be. Because no matter how much I
wanted it I wasn't Peter. Not anymore. I sighed. Maybe this had been a
bad idea. I felt a bit like a stalker. A peeping Tom. Somehow...
Unclean. It was one thing to get his memories. It was another to
purposefully follow him like this. I felt guilty. But it was the only
good thing in my life. The rest was so... depressing. No. It was my
life damn it. Mine! And they'd taken it from me... they couldn't make
me feel guilty. And besides I'd be dead and gone soon. Mind wiped.
This holding on to what I'd lost didn't hurt anyone. I may as well get
what I could out of what little life I had left. No one could begrudge
me that...
I frowned as I realised that something had woken me up. I was cold. My
covers were off. What the?! I'm not alone. Someone had lifted the
covers letting cool air into my bed. Oh jeez. Someone stood over me.
"Hey. I'm Krystal, make some room," a girl nervously said. What the?
She'd removed her outer clothes and shoes. She stood awkwardly in a t-
shirt and was moving to climb into bed with me.
I stared then held up a hand to push the girl away. "Umm. I'm sorry.
Who are you?"
"Krystal. I just said. They paid me to sleep with you. Lots of money.
I don't get anything if I don't. So move over. I really need the
money," the girl said, smiling unconvincingly. Her voice sounded a
little scared. She looked to be young, about fifteen or sixteen. In
the dark it was hard to tell.
"Um. They're paying you?" I asked in bewilderment.
"Yeah. Well they said they would. I'm having doubts now. And I don't
do this for fun," the girl responded tightly as she climbed in.
I climbed out, clearly uncomfortable. This whole situation scared me,
worse than dealing with my villains gallery. "But that's illegal," I
said inanely. She looked... cute. From what I could tell she was
definitely scared.
"What are you, a cop?" Krystal asked, looking annoyed as her eyes
flicked to the cameras.
"No, just a, well, a concerned citizen," I responded. Something was
off here. She smells. Where did they get this girl?
"Listen, I'm a consenting adult. This is a victimless crime. It's a
time honoured profession and all that," Krystal said.
Underage prostitution is not victimless... I looked doubtful. "Well
I'm not an adult. I'm fifteen. And they monitor this room, both audio
and visual. Everything. I'm not making a movie for these people... I'm
not doing this. Period."
"Okay ..." Krystal sounded even more scared. "So am I... Er. So this
is illegal then? We're the same age. So I don't think it is... Jeez.
They said you were into girls. Kitty or something was your
girlfriend's name."
Oh god, they'd noticed me going to bed early for the date with Kitty
and had gotten me another date... that was just wrong. "I don't know.
I'm not a... Er. You now. A lesbian," I said. Was I? I wasn't really a
girl... even if I looked like one... I didn't want to deal with this.
Maybe they should just mind wipe me and get this over with.
"They were offering crazy money so, like, I said I was into girls too.
I mean, cause, it's not my kinda thing but, well, how bad could it be
with a girl? Guys just treat you like, you know, an object or worse.
They're mean jerks but, well, I can deal with that. Act ... you know?
Some girls can get bitchy but aren't quite the same. Not as bad...
mostly ... so I figured, um, why not, especially if the money was
good? It's not like a homeless runaway has many options. I mean I
can't afford the luxury of innocence or even love. That ship sailed a
long time ago. So. This just seemed..." Krystal shrugged helplessly.
Oh. Damn. That's harsh. I nodded. "Treated like an object? Yeah. Well
I'm not... a guy. So what are they paying you for exactly?" I asked.
"To sleep with you," Krystal said resignedly. "If they ever pay me.
I'm starting to think I made a bad mistake."
"Their exact words?" I asked. It's Friday night. Gong and Phillips
won't be here till Monday. This doesn't feel like something Phillips
would do, must be someone else. But what?
"Yeah," Krystal said.
"Well. It's a small bed and a bit tight but I don't mind sharing it.
Just to sleep," I said hesitantly. "Only to sleep. Contract fulfilled
and all that," I suggested, forcing a smile.
"I guess that could work," Krystal held up the covers and I
reluctantly climbed back in. It was a tight fit.
I sniffed. "I don't mean to be rude. But... there is a hot shower in
the corner and that drawer there has new, never before used underwear.
Below it are new t-shirts. I have some sports bras. Not sure they'll
fit. I'm a bit flat..." I was rambling. What was I saying?
"Hot shower. Oh hell yes! It's been like five days!" Krystal said,
fear and worry reduced as she eagerly took me up on the offer, jumping
out of the bed and heading to the shower. "You're not flat. I'd say
we're about the same size."
I lay back and stared at the ceiling. Was this what would happen to me
if I ran? Homeless, on the streets, selling my body? Is that what
they're trying to tell me? Or are they trying to get me more used to
my body. Take advantage of a down on her luck street kid. Like I'm
going to go along with that! That pisses me off! God. This world is a
toilet sometimes. Krystal seems so powerless. But she'd mentioned
Kitty. This must be some kind of psych test.
Over the sound of the shower Krystal called. "So what is your deal?
Are you a prisoner or something?"
"Something. Better to not ask too many questions. Do you know where we
are?" I asked concerned. I didn't want to cause problems for the girl,
hopefully they would let her go, but any information about the outside
world was useful.
"Uh. No. They blindfolded me. I was worried they were disappearing me.
I hope this isn't that. People talk about it on the streets. Thought
it was urban myths at first but I had a friend, Derrick, that
disappeared. Someone told me they saw him get into a big black van. I
think it might be like the one I got into... and then, well, he was
gone. Just like he never existed. It's scary."
I considered. Kidnaping street kids? Were there other super soldier
programs? Of course there were. But were they using street kids. It
made a sick kind of sense. "No. I hope this isn't that. I hope. So
where do you live?"
"There is a place. An old factory. Near the warves. I sleep there
sometimes," Krystal called. "But I move around."
"Oh yeah. I think I know it. Hey! Room service. Blain? Some food for
my guest please?" I called as I lay there, my back to the shower as
Krystal took her time showering then finished up, dried, got fresh
clothes and dressed. Some food was pushed under the door.
"These really are new. Wow. This prison has great room service,"
Krystal observed.
"Yeah. And you don't have to tip," I agreed.
Krystal was dressed and climbing under the sheets. "This beats the
factory and some of the other squats I've used. Not a fan of the
locked doors though. God I hope they don't stiff me."
Jess nodded. Yeah. You could end up as a stiff with these people. God
it's cramped but not... well... unpleasant... I decided. I lay with my
back to Krystal. This closeness is... I wiped an errant tear from my
moistening eyes. I've been on tenterhooks the whole time. I didn't
realise I was missing human contact. I sniffled.
"Er. Are you ok?"
I grunted affirmatively. "Fine."
"I didn't catch your name," Krystal said.
"No. Sorry, you didn't. Best not to know," I said.
"Oh," Krystal looked at the camera and the locked door. "Oh," Then she
whispered in my ear. "Listen. I took video of the van and driver. Got
his face real good. Posted it on my Twitface feed under #kidnapvan
before I approached the van."
I considered. "Do you still have your phone?"
"No. They took it," Krystal said. "I'm in trouble aren't I?"
I turned about to face Krystal and in a hushed voice I told her what I
knew. "Yeah. These people are bad. They're doing illegal genetic
manipulation. If they've been kidnaping street kids then it's worse
than I thought."
"Really?" Krystal asked.
I nodded mutely. Krystal buried her face in my chest and started to
cry. I put my hands about her and hugged her, trying to calm her. I
felt bad for what I'd said but my gut told me that she was a prisoner
like me. She cried herself to sleep, tears on my neck. I lay there
feeling terrible. And lay there. Sleep did not come. It's good to just
have some company. Someone there. But I kinda wished Krystal wasn't
here. I chuckled dryly. A girl in bed with me. And I'm a girl. Damn
it. The old Parker luck huh? I lay there waiting for dawn, for Peter
to awake so I could sleep. It was a long time coming.
* * *
"I'm not sure I get modern art," I said as I looked at the polka dot
sculpture. I tilted my head, hoping that the change in perspective
might provide more insight. Nope. "Yayoi Kkusama. Kinda psychedelic."
"Yep yep. And this one. Takashi ... Murakami? This artist is out there
no doubt," Kitty agreed with a mild widening of her eyes. "Mr DOB is
cool but some of the sculptures... I think he's going for pure shock
value. Let's move on..."
"Yeah. You know I prefer Chiho Aoshima's stuff. Or maybe Chiharu
Shiota's..." I observed. "Japanese culture is... different."
Kitty laughed. "Duh. You're just used to the American culture... or
just monoculture. Have you ever been anywhere else in the world?" She
asked.
"Heh. No. Oh wait. South America once... I think. But why would I want
to?" I responded.
-hmmm-
Kitty eyed me disbelievingly. "Why wouldn't you? Art. Culture.
Language. Food. Architecture. History. Different perspectives.
Different ways of living. Different priorities... The USA is just...
so small and insular. I want to see the world," She explained.
-Her enthusiasm was so... contagious. She has such passion. God that
sounds like an adventure.-
I shrugged noncommittally. "I have things I need to do here.
Commitments. Maybe one day though."
-I'd like to see it with you. I'd love to escape. I don't have any
commitments...-
We moved on. It was an odd gallery. Located on the fifteenth floor of
a modern hi-tech office building near Central Park owned by the
Yashida Corporation. Being Saturday morning the rest of the building
was pretty much empty. In their e-mail exchange of the night before
Kitty had mention she could get passes from Wolverine. It was pretty
exclusive and well beyond anything I could afford to see. The art
hadn't interested me much but sure Kitty did so we'd agreed to meet.
My spider sense went off to the sounds of crashing and screaming from
the room beyond. "Oh damn. We have trouble. I need to change into my
spider suit. You should do the same... what do you have under your
clothes? I mean, you came prepared right. Er, you have your outfit on
underneath right?" I blushed as i realised I was picturing her out of
her clothes. Sort of.
"Peter, I'm going to pretend you didn't say that..." Kitty said with a
cute grin as she phased through the floor.
"You there! Stop! Come here! You're my prisoner. Don't hide in there,
whatever that room is," a voice yelled. I looked back to see an
overweight dude stuffed into a black onesie, the paunch of his stomach
overhanging his skin tight Lycra pants. He held two techno guns and
they were somehow carrying three gallery patrons behind him. He looked
kind of like a muffin the way his stomach hung out... Professor
Muffin? I rolled my eyes as I darted into a janitor's closet and
pulled the door shut. I looked around as I changed, noting all the
cleaning gear.
I timed it perfectly. As Professor Muffin fired one of his techno guns
at the door and destroyed it I leapt out. "Supplies!" I informed him
as I suddenly exited in an explosion of timber from the supply closet,
kicking the villain in his prodigious stomach, catching him by, well,
surprise.
"Curse you!" he said as he waved an arm reflexively. One lady screamed
and another swore and the man grunted and looked horrified as they
flew through the air and out through the nearby window, the glass
shattering. I twisted in the air, webbing furiously, narrowly avoiding
disaster as I caught the three thrown civilians in hastily cast web
nets strung between the buildings outside. "Jeez. What's your beef
Professor Muffin? Throwing people out of windows isn't nice."
The guy in the black onesie snarled. "It's Klepto!" he declared as he
tried to turn his odd ray on me.
"Ow. I'm sorry. That sounds kinda contagious. Can you get a cream for
that?" I said as I deftly dodged the weird energy beam. A statue got
caught instead and was thrown out the window.
"No you idiot. My name is Klepto. The worlds greatest thief..." the
hooded villain said in exasperation, pointing his beam gun at where I
had just been standing and sending a painting spinning through the
air. I spun in the air, kicked off the wall and sped by the guy.
"Hmm. Judging by your actions so far I would have thought
Defenestrator suited you better," I noted. As if to prove my comment a
bunch of small plastic sculptures were caught by Klepto's ray and went
hurtling out the window.
"Argh. My beautiful art. Stand still you buffoon!"
I laughed as I webbed the guys hands together. "You're new to this
aren't you. I dodge, crack wise and then wham! You're out and then the
cops take you away. I don't stand still," Klepto fired two fisted,
shredding the web, grazing me and sending a digital art installation
sparking out the window. "You know you might want to consider The
Critic as a name given how you're treating that art."
"I am Klepto!"
"We named the dog Klepto..." I said as Kitty phased up through the
floor behind him. She merely waved her hands through his guns and the
complex electronics within them sparked and failed.
Klepto let out a cry as I finished him off with a single punch. "Nice
tag teaming. Hang on a sec." I webbed up the wannabe villain then
swung out and rescued the three terrified people from the web nets,
one at a time. Each clung to me in terror. "Fifteen storeys up. Once
my webbing dissolves it's a long way down. The fire department might
not even be able to reach them," I explained to Kitty after they'd all
rushed off. "Plus they all looked pretty terrified."
The police were arriving as I grabbed the web bundle that held my
clothes from the supply closet. Kitty held me in a very friendly hug
and she tried to kiss me as we phased down through the floor, away
from the gallery patrons and cops. Kissing through a mask doesn't
really work. She realised that pretty quick. She laughed self
consciously.
"Hmmm. I'm getting to like travelling with you like this." I hugged
her closer and removed my mask, inhaling her hair. "But we need to
work on the kissing..."
"Yeah." We kissed properly this time. Much better.
"Mmmm... What took you?" I asked as we finally separated and I
realised we'd come into an empty office on the floor below.
"I'm not as quick as you at getting out of my clothes," she said as
she picked up her discarded jeans, shoes and top.
"Yeah, I noticed," I responded. "I could help you practice."
"What? Help get me out of my clothes? Settle down Mr Parker," Kitty
teased with a slightly nervous giggle. "It's still a little early for
that."
I blushed. "That's not what I meant," I said as I tore open my webbing
and took out my own clothes and dressed.
"I know. But you're so cute when you're embarrassed." She laughed as
she finished dressing. Fortunately we'd both worn their hero outfits
beneath our street clothes for this gallery date.
I grinned. "You're much less nervous than on our first date. I... it's
good."
"You know I think we complement each other nicely."
"Yes. I think you're cute too," I said.
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Complement not compliment."
"Potato potato," I stated with a grin as I took her hand and we headed
to the stairwell.
"Wakey wakey sleepy head. It's late!" Krystal called, snapping me out
of my dream. "So what do they do for fun here?"
I winced irritably as the passenger experience faded. Back to my real
life. I had a headache and felt off. I stretched taking my first good
look at my guest. Red hair. Some freckles. Cute but her eyes were
swollen from crying even though she was as trying to put on a brave
face now. Huh. She looks kinda like MJ. Coincidence? Not likely. My
guess it was someone's clumsy attempt at match making. They really
don't get it. MJ is unattainable now. We broke up. Plus I'm not Peter.
She likes Pete. Not me. They're not helping me cope. They're rubbing
salt in a wound. Hells bells. Now if she looked like Kitty... I
grimaced.
Krystal grew uncomfortable and I realised I was staring. "Um. What do
I do? I read and exercise," I responded, face colouring as I turned to
look at myself in the mirror. My reflection showed a mixture of
sadness and melancholy. But also looked a bit... puffy. What the heck?
I winced feeling an ache in my joints. And my breasts felt swollen. I
frowned. Was I sick? I didn't feel a hundred percent.
"Read and exercise? Well that's boring. You have a television right?"
Krystal asked. "I looked but couldn't see one."
"I never asked. I guess I could get one. What do you like to watch?" I
asked, worrying a bit. Was I getting sick. I continued my self
examination. Was I fatter?
"I like romances and some action flicks. I saw most of the new Spider-
Man movie last week. Snuck into the cinema from the fire escape," she
said. "It was great until the usher busted me. Hey room service. Can
we get a movie player and the new Spider Man film? Oh. And popcorn."
"Oh. I've not caught it. Been... busy," I said. That's the last film I
want to watch!
"Let's see if we can watch it. I like Spider-Man. I've been following
his career. He hit the scene about the same time I arrived in New York
from New Hampshire," Krystal confided.
"You think he's cute?" I asked, strangely intrigued.
Krystal made a noncommittal noise. "He swings around in his undies.
Hardly cute. Weird. Definitely weird. I thought he must have a bug
face under his mask till I heard him. He sounds like a prepubescent
boy so I reckon its to hide achne. But he leaves a lot of condemned
buildings in his wake and that's handy when you're looking for a place
to live."
"Is that safe? Those buildings are not structurally sound," I said as
I climbed out of bed. There was a breakfast tray and I picked it up
and took it to the table. Krystal had already eaten. I pushed the food
around, my appetite gone. Weird.
"Safe? Compared to sleeping in a building with other homeless people.
It's all relative. And there are often things left you can pawn,"
Krystal said as I tried to eat.
I laughed. "So the homeless appreciate all his destruction? That's
funny."
A quarter hour later a blue ray player was pushed under the door along
with popcorn and a copy of the requested film. I gave up on breakfast
having no appetite and stripped the mattress off the bed and lay it on
the floor. We made a comfy place and started the film.
We watched the movie in silence for a while. "Do you think he has
those organic web shooters. I heard," Krystal started.
"Shhh. No he doesn't. Oh man. Did they do any research? Do they even
understand physics!?" I opined. "That's not possible! It breaks!"
"Calm down. It's just a movie," Krystal said.
"I know but ... what the? They used that footage. I mean really, those
cheapskates," I rolled my eyes. "Oh. There's Kong..."
"Can he really sense things?" Krystal wondered.
"Shh. Yes, he has spider sense. But it doesn't work like... oh my god
is that defamatory? I think it is. Spider-Man needs to get a lawyer!"
I threw popcorn at the screen. "Sam Raimi sucks!" We watched some more
in silence. "What? In what universe is Spider Man a Harem anime?"
"What?" Krystal asked.
"He has Black widow and then Captain Marvel after him. Plus his two
assistants?!. Is this Days of Our Lives or something? This is just...
irresponsible!" I was livid. More of the movie payed out.
"Huh? Do you think he really has a spider cave. I read he did in the
enquirer," Krystal pondered.
"Seriously? No." We watched some more in silence. I laughed. "That
motorbike that can drive on walls is an unashamed grab for
merchandising," I groaned. "And why so many villains! Why!? You'd
think they'd have learned to keep things simple." The movie neared the
end. "They think he got his powers from his space spider mother. She
ate his father!? That's ridiculous!"
"I don't know it kinda makes sense," Krystal said.
"Shh. You're ruining the movie!" I snapped.
"I'm ruining the movie?!" Krystal asked grabbing the popcorn. She
smirked. "I thought you preferred girls but clearly you've got a huge
crush on Spider Man!"
"What? No. That's not possible!" I said.
Krystal laughed. "Uh Huh. You think he's cute."
"Ew. No. I'm just a discerning movie fan," I protested as I turned
grumpily back to watch the film finale. "I do not have a crush...
and... whatever."
As the credits crawled I rolled onto my back and stared at the
ceiling. "How much did that movie make again?"
"Over 800 million I think," Krystal said.
"Yeah. I thought so..." I muttered. That's not happening again. I'm
going to own my own intellectual property from now on. I vowed to
myself.
We watched a few more films then the guards came to escort Krystal
from the cell. "Well. It's been fun," Krystal said.
"Yeah," I agreed and smiled tightly. "Thanks Krystal. You're good
company. You can crash at my place anytime. Take care out on those
streets." I eyed the guards. "You're taking Krystal back to where you
picked her up from, with the money you promised her, right?"
"That's the plan," one responded.
"Good. Because Krystal is my friend. I'm going to check up on her
later to make certain she is okay," I said evenly, trying to keep the
concern from my voice.
"If you remember," the other one smirked.
Krystal looked from the guards to Me, sensing the tension. "I'm fine.
Thanks for the place to crash and the films. I'll see you around."
"I hope so. Thanks." I watched silently as they took Krystal away.
"And Krystal? It's Jess. I'll be seeing you. That's a promise."
"I'll hold you to it," Krystal called. And then she was gone.
"Disappeared," I muttered, afraid for my first and only friend.
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