Ch: 49 [Trap]

Ch: 49 [Trap]

Suddenly, my phone rang as I was about to make something up, lucky me.

"Give me a sec," I took out my phone. It's from Josh.

"Hey," I answered his call as I walked away from the girls. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Morris died yesterday. They found his body in the gas station's bathroom. The cops came looking for me, but your alibi plan worked. They asked a couple of questions and went away. You think that ice lady killed him and then came for me?" Josh whispered with a deep concerned voice, as if afraid, that might even be listening.

"You know how he died? I mean, anything the cops might have slipped out while interrogating you?" I asked in a low tone.

"Yeah, something about stabbing injuries as if someone stabbed and killed him with a pointy object or something like that, but they didn't find any weapons at the scene, oh, and there was water all around him. I went to take a peek at the scene and guess what? No water pipes or anything were broken... So..." Josh's voice trailed away.

"The ice lady must have stabbed him to death with her ice. The ice melted, thus no sign of weapons, but water, everywhere. You got lucky yesterday. Listen to me, Josh. Don't poke around and wait. You want to find your daughter, you wait, got it? You gotta lay low. I'll find her, but if you die out there, where do you think she's going to go?" I asked, his silence telling me he had heard what I said loud and clear.

"Ok. I... I'll do as you say Spiderman. And thank you and your friend... Just be careful. These guys are dangerous," His words came as a whisper from the speaker.

"I'll do, Josh," With that said, the call ended. I pocketed my phone and walked toward MJ and Gwen.

"Everything alright?" Gwen asked as her eyes traveled from MJ toward me.

"Yes, nothing big. It was a guy from the stock market app company, been annoying me for days. Bro wants to be the middleman or something... But I'm doing fine just on my own, so why should I pay someone to do stuff when I can do it better than anyone? Sorry, rant, done," I gave her an awkward chuckle, "So... About tonight... How about Tuesday? Sorry, got a bunch of stuff to do tonight. Some things I got to take care of," I told Gwen with a faint smile.

"Tuesday, done. See you, then."

She sounded sad and continued on with her jogging, probably because it was a no, but honestly...

"She looks sad..." MJ broke the silence.

"I should go after her..." I scratched the back of my head.

"Yeah, you should. It's not like we are dating... or something..." She sounded as if she was unsure of what to feel about it. "I'll get going. You go get her."

"Yes, at seven, and snacks on you," Gwen hit my chest before leaving me standing there. I waved her off, and after a while, began making my way back to my house.

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[Noon]

After putting on my suit, I began my daily patrol. Saving one woman being chased, webbing a few purse snatchers, I even saw three girls fucking each other, online. Ofans, I guess. They are shooting... My spider sense tingles. I webbed up on the roof and looked around. Something is going on down there... In that corner. Sounds of gunshots, grunts, and muffled screams. Three guys with guns. Civilian shot. Cops will be here soon. Gotta check it out myself.

"You shouldn't have opened your mouth in the court," One of the thugs with a shotgun over his shoulder yelled, "And now? Haha, you don't get your mouth no more. I wonder what happened to it? Hm, you don't remember? This," the other, bald thug slapped the guy's face with his revolver. The third one remained still, pointing a handgun at him while the woman, whose hair was covering her face, remained in one corner. She had a little girl who looked like... around 6, hugging her tight, covering her eyes as she cried.

Ok. Time to save the day... Wait! Fuck! That was so stupid of me. Jumping in without even thinking. That guy who is getting beaten up... He got a tattoo on his right arm, the same tattoo that the thugs who were hitting him got. Moreover, that woman and even that kid, who looks like a kid, but is not actually a kid... Those two also got the same tattoo as the other guys.

Now, this makes me wonder. What kind of parents tattoo their 6 or probably 7-year-old daughter with a gang tattoo? Something isn't quite right here. What is this whole scene, really? A trap of some kind. Although they are beating the crap out of that man, and he was bleeding from his mouth and his stomach, probably where he got shot or did he really got shot? A blood pack! This guy's playing a character here, or rather the rest of them, especially that woman... And also that child, and probably me, who is currently hiding on the rooftop, watching the situation.

It's a fucking trap. Ah! A trap for good ol'Spidey?! I'm flattered. Hellfire club, huh? Interesting...

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