Along came a new spider.

"So...heard about that new Spider-man Alex?" Asked Jay as he and the group were heading to a local pizza resturant. After a brief pause, he spoke up

"Don't really know much about him to exactly form a opinion just yet Jay." Came the simple reply.

"Well, he saved Twilight and her friends. Hardly see anyone do that anymore."

"I know that, it's just...I don't know..." He trailed off, worrying about the fact that he could be the next Spider-man, the question gnawing his mind now is...will he take it?

"You alright man? You seemed to be more quiet than usual after the debate, something wrong?" Asked Michael.

"What? No...I'm just...thinking, yeah, thinking. He answered quickly. Attracting questionable faces from the group.

"Listen Alex, if somethings on your mind, you can tell us, we won't judge." Sarah insisted

"No I don't want to talk about it, it's not important right now. What is important is figuring how to win the election. We need ideas." Alex snapped. Causing everyone to raise their brow at him. Causing him to sigh.

"Look it really is nothing. We should get back on topic, first-" but he was cut off. As a gunshot rang in the distance. Causing everyone to turn their heads in fear.

"We need to leave. Now." Sarah growled. Most agreed with the proposal, but not Alex. Thoughts racing through his mind, this is what Spider-man did, right? Stop the wicked, save the day, done. Without thinking Alex decides to run to the sound of the gunshot. Hearing the yells of his friends telling him to not risk it. To hell with that,he thought.

What am I thinking?! he shouted in his mind. I saved them without thinking, let the police handle this, it's not your fi--aw to hell with that.I'm going!

As he continued to run he noticed a small black mask on the ground, curious he picked it up. It looked like it was part of a Spider-man suit but it's difference was that it was black with huge white lenses. At first he thought if he should put it on. But when the screams got louder, he had no choice but to do so. After ducking into a alleyway while putting on the mask, Alex made his way up the building with his wall-crawling abilities. Peeking his head out in order not to attract attention he saw the gunman, or rather, gunmen taking hostages inside a building. With bodies surrounding the death-fortress wrapped in their own streams of blood. Cringing at the sight, Alex let out a quiet sigh. New York wasn't as peaceful as it once was when Spider-man was around. And now a man can quite literally commit crime without accusations pointed at them as long as a bribe was involved. Realizing that approaching the building would end up in him getting shot he thought of other safer solutions. Then an idea hatched in his head. His father designed his powers to surpass the originals. So he had powers that were beyond the original to uphold. Closing his eyes he concentrated hard and thinking of being one with shadow. Slowly he disappeared from sight and was completely invisible, or in other terms, invisible. Slowly he crawled down the building and onto the street slowly making his way pass the bodies and careful not to step in the pools of blood. As he heard faint sirens in the distance. He made his way into the building, finding two armed thugs right in front of him, of course they couldn't see him. But he made his way behind them as he circled around.

Silently he approached the first thug and struck him behind the neck, instantly knocking him out. His partner whipped around only to then be struck in the face by a fist. Instantly slumping over. Bringing a heavy sigh he made his way upstairs finding three hostages on the floor, bonds over their eyes and hands and mouths. He found one thug guarding them as the other kept lookout for the authorities. Alex assumed the lookout was the leader. But he couldn't be sure. As he made his way to them, camouflaged one spoke up, causing him to stop.

"What's the bosses orders?" One asked,

"Keep the police busy, wait for the van to arrive. And get to the warehouse." The other replied.

"What do we do with these idiots?"

" Keep 'em for now. We may need it for when the cops come. The guys below are ready to mow down everyone who comes within five feet of this fucking dump." The leader answer, irritated at his position.

That was enough, with two quick swipes the captors lay on the ground knocked out cold. Proceeding to unbind the hostages afterwards. However something in his head begged to differ.

Kill them, just do it, no one will know until it's too late, these pathetic excuses for living people deserve better than just having their captors jailed, listen to us! the horrible seductive mind commanded as Alex unblinded the last hostage.

Ignore it Alex, it was probably nothing, I'm not a killer. he assured himself.

You're not a killer 'eh? You're delusional, you want to kill, you want justice after all... the voice insisted, suddenly his spider-sense was set ablaze, one of the armed thugs was about to shoot him with a pistol. Quickly knocking the gun away, Alex proceeded to pin him to a wall. Seeing the fear in his eyes, Alex smirked under his mask as his irises proceeded to change from a chocolate brown, to a vicious yellow. Alex repeated to slam his fist into the thugs face continuously.

"Stop! Your going to kill him!" Said one of the hostages blurted out, finding the ordeal horrifying.

Suddenly his irises changed back into his brownish tint. Dropping the bloodied thug down, realizing the amount of damage he made. He backed away slowly from the guard and turned to see three horrified hostages.

"Monster." One muttered.

"I never meant to-" Alex quickly said, but was cut off by armed police storming the room. Guns armed.

"Get down on the ground!" One barked.

"Holy shit, look what he did to him" another said, pointing at the limp body.

"Get a doctor up hear!" Another yelled.

"Take him!"

Suddenly his mind faded back into his body. Running to the window and smashing through it he heard several gunshots ring out. As he zipped away, his mind raced a mile a minute about what he just did. He landed on the side of a office building. Blocks away from the scene. Ripping the mask away from his face and throwing it aside. He proceeded to weep. Tears strolling down his face as he sat at a ledge. After a few minutes he found himself sitting in complete silence. With the occasional tear rolling down his cheek. A single thought ringing in his head.

What did I just do?