As You Wish
Credit to @TheChocolateFilledGirl for the inspiration for this chapter!!
Also thank y’all so much for all the support!!
~-MJ-~
Everyone left school after what happened in the cafeteria.
MJ still can’t even process it.
Peter was knocked out in the middle of the cafeteria by a madman dressed in all black. Said madman threw a smoke bomb as a distraction before he and Peter disappeared.
It was crazy.
And terrifying.
Ned, being the good friend that he is, tried to calm her down.
It didn’t work. He left her alone.
Peter was gone.
Taken.
MJ was shaking. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were red and puffy. Tears etched down her face. She had been sitting in her room, staring straight at her wall for over an hour. Her parents tried to ask her what happened. She was silent.
MJ missed Peter.
She was scared for him.
She needed him to come back.
MJ hadn’t realized that she cared this deeply about him but as she thought of it, Peter was kind, funny, and her friend.
One of her only friends.
And she couldn’t live without him.
A sudden loud crash brought MJ out of her thoughts.
Her head sprung around towards the noise.
The glass pane on her window was shattered.
Broken glass littered he floor.
The object that had broken the window was a small ball.
The same small ball as the one from the cafeteria.
“Oh shi-“ she yelled before everything went black.
MJ woke up in a dark room.
She began panicking as she saw that she was chained down to a chair.
Where was she?
Had she been taken?
And if so, was it by the same people as Peter?
Her breathing picked up. Her heart began racing.
“M-MJ?”
A familiar voice spoke from across the room.
She looked up and instantly regretted it.
Peter Parker filled her vision. Not just a normal Peter Parker though, no.
What MJ saw was a broken and bruised Peter Parker covered in blood. A Peter wearing some sort of- shock collar?
“Holy shit.” MJ stuttered out.
Looking at Peter injured physically hurt MJ. She hated seeing him injured.
“A-are you hurt?” Peter asked, his voice obviously laced with concern.
Surprisingly, MJ felt okay.
“I should be asking you. You look like crap Parker.” She replied.
Surprisingly, Peter laughed. But his smile instantly turned into anger as a man MJ recognized as the man from the cafeteria walked into the room.
“Hello Mr. Parker.”
He turned to MJ.
“Ms. Michelle.”
“You told me that you wouldn’t touch her. You told me that she would be safe if I did what you told me!” Peter yelled at the man.
Was he talking about me? MJ thought. And what did Peter do to protect her?
The man laughed and walked closer to Peter. A second later, his face was only inches away from Peter’s.
“We lied.” The man sneered.
It was dark in the room, but MJ could see what happened next.
Without hesitation, Peter slammed his head into the Octopus Man’s face.
“AaAgGgghh!!” He yelled as he stumbled back, away from Peter.
“You’ll pay for that you little-“ The Octopus man yelled before striking Peter in the face. Hard.
Peter saw stars. His already blurry vision was fading.
MJ gasped at watching her friend get hit.
The man struck Peter again. This time Peter spit blood out on the floor. It dribbled down his chin and down his throat.
“P-Please, s-stop!” Michelle yelled. She hated the way she stumbled on her words. She didn’t want her kidnapper to see that she was scared. She didn’t want to let him win.
The man immediately walked away from Peter.
“What was that, little girl?” The man asked in a tone that said, ‘don’t mess with me.’
MJ wanted to be strong. She wanted to say a witty retort or fight back like Peter, but she couldn’t. MJ was too scared.
The man walked towards MJ quickly and she felt her heart plummet to her stomach. She didn’t want to get hurt. She was so so scar-
“Get away from her!” Peter growled from across the room. His words were slightly slurred.
The man continued walking towards Michelle.
On his way over, he pulled something out of his pocket.
Peter spoke before MJ even saw the object.
“NO! PLEASE!! CUT ME INSTEAD!! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME I DON’T CARE JUST PLEASE LEAVE HER ALONE!” Peter yelled.
MJ was shocked. Peter never yelled. He was so sweet and gentle. She was also confused. Why was he trying so hard to protect her? Why would he choose for himself to get hurt instead of her? Why would Peter sacrifice himself for her?
MJ sat in silence for a moment.
‘Probably for the same reason I would do it for him.’ She thought.
It was in that moment that she realized that she had feelings for the boy.
Full on lovey-dovey feelings for her lovable loser, her friend, Peter Parker.
“As you wish.” The man’s voice cut though her thoughts.
The man turned away from Michelle and back to Peter.
Michelle instantly felt like she could breathe again. She felt a huge weight lift off of her, but not for long. MJ suddenly realized what was about to happen.
Peter was going to get hurt protecting her.
“No.” She mumbled quietly.
“No!” She was yelling now.
“No, no, no, n-“ she continued yelling. The Octopus man rolled his eyes and gestures to someone that MJ couldn’t see.
A moment later, a thick cloth was stuck in Michelle’s mouth and tied at the back of her head.
She tried screaming, but she couldn’t.
The gag was working.
MJ felt helpless.
She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. And she was about to watch the boy she cares about get hurt because of her.
MJ shut her eyes and did something she rarely did.
She prayed.
She prayed that Peter and her would be okay. That they would be found. That they’d be okay.
When MJ opened her eyes, she was surprised to see that the man had already begun cutting Peter.
How was he not screaming right now? MJ new that she’d be screaming if she was in the same position.
She couldn’t watch the knife as it painfully sliced through Peter’s skin. Instead she looked at Peter’s face. He was biting his lip as an attempt to not scream.
A sudden realization hit MJ. Peter wasn’t screaming because of her. He was staying strong, for her. Once again, Peter was protecting her.
A few minutes later, the man took the knife away from Peter’s arm.
Now both arms were mutilated.
The man wiped away he excess blood.
When Peter looked down at his arm, it once again had a word carved into it.
This time, it was ‘MJ.’
Just another scar added to the collection.