narrow escape
Jack slammed the door behind him, his truck sat in the driveway of his buddy's house, his buddy sitting on the steps of his front porch cigarette lit waving him over.
Daniel had a plan of destroying his ex girlfriends apartment, driving down to new York and just wrecking her shit seemed like fun.
"Nice drive, rented right?" Daniel asked like he was stupid or something.
"Of course, there's fuckin' cameras everywhere in new York thanks to those bitch superhero shits in that tower."
They laughed, walking back to the car starting her up and making their way.
Her apartment was as shitty as she was, in the back alley wedged between two other crappy apartment buildings.
Cheep locks meant easy open, crowbar in hand Daniel went to town on her living room.
The coffee table, couch, kitchen were all smashed and trashed in only a few minutes and not a single sight of any neighbors or police.
Until Jack looked back down the alleyway facing the main road again, a single short silhouette stumbling almost limping to him.
The darkness of the alley and the light behind the figure casted a shadow infront of the one walking hiding its identity.
Growing closer the shape of the white eyes, narrow, slim and curled; the white spider symbol on his chest and white markings running down the inside of his arms and sides of his hips.
"Shit! Daniel it's that fucking spiderguy- spiderboy whatever-!"
"Are you shittin' me-?" the tv crashed on the floor as he gave it one last wack. Running outside and standing next to him he groaned.
"These fuckin' vigilantes man!"
The spider loomed silent, only walking closer with a slight tilt, head curling down and to the side menacingly.
He twitched his hand, now only yards away from the duo Daniel held his crowbar closer yelling to him.
"Hey web head! Get the fuck outta here I don't wanna beat your ass!"
"You know the bugle said he was a kid, I don't wanna beat up a kid man-"
"Shut the fuck up man, hes not a kid, stupid. have you seen him fight aliens and shit on YouTube?"
Daniel pushed past, walking closer to him, weapon still ready.
Only a few feet from him now, he was more identifiable. His black suit hugged his body unnaturally almost threatening somehow.
He was about to speak, another threat or last warning when the black shot from his arm and completely slammed his best friend into the brick wall beside him, cracking and falling apart by the impact alone.
Jack let put a scream, paralyzed from the jumpscare of the attack.
Daniel struggled against the oozeing black, his legs the only things unstuck flailed uselessly as he was brought to tears also screaming.
"Fuck-! He-hey man I'm sorry! Ill clean up- ill- ill apologize and pay for it I didnt-!"
Spidermans suit split apart at the mouth, sharp unnatural teeth bigger and sharper than any human, to many for even a dog or animal in general; his tongue longer than his head and neck dripped salivating out of his mouth as the corners of the black lips curled into a smile.
Jack couldn't move, just screaming for help out of terror he was really going to watch his friend die, get eaten by that thing that is not spiderman like they originally thought.
Daniel peered into the jaws about to slam down onto his head, about to crush him immediately until the sirens of officers were heard, and the lights were seen around the corner.
Never in his life was he more happy to hear the police, even if he was definitely going to get arrested.
The creature of horror turned, the white eyes widened and the mouth shut completely.
The ooze was retracted throwing Daniel onto the floor still in tears, it threw itself upwards until it escaped on the roof and just vanished without a trace.
Jack was already gone, that fucking coward.
His legs were to shaken to follow, his vision blurred as officers grabbed hold on him.
Nobody fucking believed his screams about spiderman in the black and white suit.
The news wrote of a crazy man screaming about a cannibalistic spiderman in downtown new York, but the story only created internet memes and laughs.
Nobody fucking believed him.