BUT MY HEART IS WILD, AND MY BONES ARE STEEL

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CHARACTERS: peter parker & YOU
DATE: 3/22 - 3/23
WARNINGS: violence?? possibly... some cannibalism attempts, jfc
SUMMARY: turns out that a mild coma didn't actually keep the virus from progressing, and now that he's out and about at nearly 7 weeks infected, things are a bit bad. time to catch a spider. easy, right?



SANS.

( when he finally figured out his infected state, his only option seemed to be isolation. it was not a great plan, admittedly. he hadn't had a lot of time to make it, even if he'd promised Keith to make preparations just in case. he couldn't hole up in quarantine, not when he was a threat to anyone that hazarded going too close, so that meant more extreme measures.

one little slip was all it took to devastate. Stiles had been proof of that. Peter refused to let there be another slip.

the plan was simple. lock himself away where the infected numbers were high, to keep anyone from finding him. steal enough barbiturates to keep himself under as... well, as long as he needed to be. he had not been concerned with an endgame. it could have worked, maybe, if he'd trusted someone else to be close enough to monitor him. the dispenser he'd made did its job, but he'd discounted exactly how much of the drug he'd need to even drag him under. he hadn't taken enough to last even a week.

when he woke, he was not the same person that had been willing to render himself comatose to protect everyone in Woodhurst.

he was no longer thinking; his thoughts were burned away in the fever of his hunger. nothing else mattered. so when he crawled from the sewers, he doesn't exactly seem like someone wise to get particularly close to. there's already blood on his hands, his pupils so wide in the dark his eyes almost seem black — and if that weren't eerie enough, the first hint at a sound makes him react, and not simply by running. that'd be too easy, wouldn't it?

no, crawling along the wall suits him just fine, at a rather alarming speed. it seems rife for a horror movie, only it's reality, and it is a reality that is coming in a little too quickly. the sound that had caught his attention was a woman walking to her car, unaware of the danger lingering in the dark. leaping from a wall to land on her is enough to knock her to the ground and knock her out in one fell swoop, which might be just as well. she won't have to feel his teeth sinking into her arm. )

REIKA.

( turns out, when someone capable of crawling up walls and throwing cars starts a frenzy in the middle of downtown, it draws attention. especially when the count of injuries is climbing and climbing fast. the screams, the cries for help, the few people left on the streets fleeing for safety seems to have little effect on him anymore. if anything it seems to set him off, throwing whatever he can reach at the nearest sound. which is a bit of a problem, when he can lift just about any car he comes across.

he doesn't exactly hear the threat coming. no, he feels it, a shiver down his spine, hairs standing on end. even with the knowledge it's coming, he doesn't bother to stop chasing the next mark he's after. he crawls after his fleeing target, skittering along the wall with demented focus. even as the terrified civilian screams for help and stumbles into the street. it doesn't matter how much he eats anymore, he's still hungry — and he seems to have decided on his next meal. )

NOT SO SUPER AFTER ALL. (OTA)

( spider-man is actually only so amazing. he can crawl up walls and lift incredible weights, yet he's far from invincible. he might have done well to remember that a lot sooner, chances were a lot of people would have been saved a lot of pain.

still, he's been chased and pursued, and by individuals strong enough to actually keep up with him. more than keep up, really. his brain was burned into thoughtless fever, and his actions were stuck on instinct, instead of forethought. Audentes wasn't the only thing he had to worry about, either, as Woodhurst was determined to fight back as well. for example, getting hit by that pest control van had definitely not been expected. who could really expect that kind of irony?

he's hidden in the dark, pressed against a wall and nearly dazed. he definitely looks as if he's in need of help, though considering the smudges of blood on his face and hands... you might not want to risk it. )

HAISE.

( there are only two things that matter to him at the moment. trying to sate the endless hunger that only seems to be amplified the more he tries to silence it, and evading those that have intent on keeping him from it. evading violently, if need be. he's somehow managed to avoid capture this long, and that's in no small part from how capable he is at slipping away, and hearing who might be after him before he can even see them.

still, he's running on madness, not sense. not to mention Peter had been wise enough to take off the webslingers that allowed him to move through the air so quickly, just in case. hard to say if he'd even have the sense to use them, now, though if he could it was certainly for the best he didn't have the option. he's not as fast as he could be and that leaves him open to intervention.

even though he's not particularly inclined toward the idea.

he's distracted, trying to beat down a heavy metal barricade that was hiding something to eat. the screams inside only seemed to make him work more feverishly, like a panicked promise if he could just manage to get inside. terrifyingly, he's doing a damned good job beating the metal in with his fists — unless someone can stop him. )

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( when the virus takes hold, there's no room for anything else. no regret for hurting someone that was only reaching out to help him — no panic for the reality that he was showing things usually he hid behind a mask. there was nothing, only the demented desire to sate a hunger that truly so far seemed impossible to silence. not even that had a thought.

Peter doesn't handle magic the best, even when his head is perfectly clear. it's not that much easier for him now, when his focus was refined to destruction and silencing a hunger that couldn't be stopped. he stumbles back from the shield, even though it slogs in his head, not making sense in the simplistic manner his brain was functioning at. the confusion is what saves her, more than the short-lived shield itself.

maybe a part of him remembers Electro, or he's simply ready to expect the inexplicable. when the ice appears he doesn't spend long lost on it. in fact, he doesn't even go through it. it's cold enough to sting his skin when he touches it, yet he still clambers up the sheer ice as easily he was climbing along the floor.

whether Aqua has had the chance to heal, or not — he'll try to crash down on top of her if she isn't careful. )

i just wanna say that writing jrpg attacks on SPIDER-MAN is RIDICULOUS

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[ He's... crawling? On the ice? That's far beyond her expectations, given what little she'd gleaned from the network. She hastily interrupts her own spell to put on a burst of speed, gliding backwards with another push of magic as he comes hurtling down. —But he's more than agile enough to keep pace, and she finds herself barely dodging another attack that blurs through the air.

—Not so lucky the next time. He kicks out her legs from under her and she lands with a heavy crash, instinct once again forcing her to roll away before her normal mental processes can catch up. Her magic surges protectively around her as she moves, taking shape of a wild curtain of lightning that dances around her prone form, partitioning the two of them once more. Just long enough for her to get back to her feet.

She takes aim and fires a volley of projectiles in his direction, with the intention to stun rather than to injure. ]

wow rude af meteor shower??? hdu aqua... ig its not time splicer

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( every success he lands only makes him move faster. he's not moving thoughtfully, or carefully. no, he's blinded to anything but what it'll take to get closer, to make good on his overwhelming desire to silence his hunger. there's no glimmer left of the kid that had begged her to stay away, clearly not, when all he seems to want is to close the distance.

understandably, Aqua doesn't seem inclined to be near him anymore.

he lands where she should have fallen, though the electricity keeps him from chasing after. a good thing, because any sense he'd had seems to have completely faded away. even before the barrier fades, he starts to chase after, skittering across the floor like an insect over anything human, his warning sense clangs in the back of thoughts. he has no idea where the projectiles came from, but he certainly doesn't want to find out how much they'll hurt.

Aqua isn't the only one with evasive maneuvers. he's injured, but not incapable of movement. in fact, it's almost hard to believe how easily he manage to avoid most of the damage with unbelievable twists and jumps. most, not all — at least one lands, and while it's not deadly it's certainly enough that he doesn't want it to happen twice. he leaps to the wall, sticking there just about as easily as he stuck to the ice, watching the target still on the ground with rather intimidating intent.

all in all, she's proven to be more troubling a target than expected. he's already injured, he's already faced more resistance than he was expecting. the long heartbeats that he watches over moving are a careful consideration of whether she's worth the effort.

he must decide that she's not, turning his attention to crawl up the wall and out of sight. Aqua can fight back, and he's run into plenty of targets that can't. he won't attack again unless she tries to stop him from escaping... and when he moves fairly quickly himself, it won't be easy. )

omg have you actually played bbs...

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[ It's difficult not to be set on edge by the exchange, not wishing to harm him but knowing that holding her punches might not be enough for someone as unpredictably dangerous as Peter is. Her gaze immediately follows up to where he perches in uncanny stillness—she can't afford to look elsewhere, not even for a moment.

...But then he quietly slips away, and it's then that she's hit with a sudden hesitation. Having 'caught' another infected recruit before, she'd had no means of keeping him confined. If she continues with her current course of action, she's sure she'll be forced to fight Peter again, meaning at least one of them is bound for (more) injury. ]

...

[ ...Unfortunately, that one faltering moment is enough to cost her the entire chase, nimble as her target is. (He's gone, and she knows she won't be able to follow.)

She lowers her keyblade with a resigned sigh, letting it fade from her hand.

All she can do is hope at this point... Even if it doesn't seem nearly enough. ]