Issue # 1 The Wreck of a Liftetime

It was quiet in New York City with people minding their own business.

They had nothing to fear in this world except for what to do at home, how to talk to the ones they care about. What are they going to do tomorrow?

But that was interrupted when a loud crashing caused them to look up to see two figures fighting in the air, the sun glare hiding their features.

What would you do if you were given power?

The smallest figure ducked a swipe from the huge, muscular figure who gave a roar as he tried to gut the smaller figure with his claws.

"What's the matter, scaly?" The smaller figure taunted. "Had enough? Or do I have to open a can of spider on you?"

"I will burn you to a crisp!" The figure roared as fire erupted from his mouth.

"Whoa!" The figure barely dodged it. "Lay off the spicy food scaly!"

I know that is a question that we all ask ourselves.

And there are times when we lie about what we would do and just say what we want people to hear.

After all, to quote a famous person.

'To test a man's true character, give him power.'

... Yes that applies to women as well, I didn't make the quote so don't think I'm sexist.

The small figure landed on the side of the building, panting in exhaustion as the taller figure landed above him sneering. "What's wrong? Is the little spider tired?"

"Nah." The small guy said with a chuckle. "Just wondering how I can cover up all that ugly."

Why do I ask that?

Well you see I was just a normal kid before I gained power.

The powers of a well known comic book character.

"DIE SPIDER-MAN!" The taller figure roared as he breathed fire before the smaller figure jumped out of the sun's glare to show a teenager clad in a red uniform with a red mask that had white eyes with reflective lenses and a light blue vest with web patterns on them. Black gauntlets covered his upper arms and a black belt was around his waist.

"Not today scaly." Spider-Man joked landing on the street, ready to fight. "I'm allergic to death, it really ruins my complexion."

By now you're probably wondering what I'm smoking.

And sadly, there are times I wonder that myself and I wish that it was as simple as that.

But my life is never simple.

So let me take you to the beginning.

To the day where my life became screwy.

(Two Months Ago)

My name is Cedric Bales.

A regular fourteen year old teenager that just began High School.

"Cedric, get up!" A voice shouted through the door of my messy room as dirty laundry was scattered all around the place.

"Ugh, five more minutes." Cedric Bales, a fourteen year old Caucasian male with brown hair and blue eyes muttered as he rolled over to go to sleep, only to smell something horrible, so he cracked an eyelid open only to scramble out of bed to see a smelly sock on his pillow. "Ah I'm up, I'm up!"

"Good." The door opened to show a thirty year old man in a blue Police Uniform with a hat covering his blonde hair. "You don't need to be late for your first day." Then he scowled a bit at the mess in the room. "And when you get home, be sure to clean your room up."

Rolling his eyes, Cedric gave a salute. "Yes sir, Chief."

"Funny." Mr. Bales drawled out as he left. "Remember, you have twenty minutes before the bus get's here."

Cedric blanced at that before he rushed to his closet to see no clean clothes. "Oh come on." He muttered as he began to sift through the piles of dirty laundry.

Yeah, that's me.

The Real-Life Spider-Man before he exists.

Amazing how I'm the one person to get this power out of all the hundreds in New York City.

But hey, beggars can't be choosers.

And I am definately not a begger.

"Well, this one stinks the least." Cedric muttered knowing that he had to do a lot of laundry today as he pulled on a blue shirt before throwing some pants on and a black hoodie. "There we go, all is right with the world."

Heading to the door, Cedric paused at the mirror and ruffled his hair a bit to get rid of the bedhead, but he only succeeded in making it look worse.

"Huh, bad hair day." Cedric muttered.

Shaking his head, Cedric grabbed his backpack and his MP3 player before he took off down the stairs, skipping two steps at a time.

Mr. Bales looked up from his cup of coffee as he read the paper. "That was quick." He commented as Cedric put a piece of toast in the toaster.

"You know me, efficient if I have the right motivation." Cedric joked, moving quickly to the fridge to get the butter and a glass of orange juice. "So, what's new in the ol NYPD?"

"The usual cases." Mr. Bales answered looking back at the paper. "Murder, Assault, Thievery."

"No rest for the weary?" Cedric asked taking a sip of the Orange Juice.

"Why the question-?" Mr. Bales stopped as he remembered something. "No, you aren't joining the NYPD when you graduate."

"Come on, Dad." Cedric said with a frown. "I want to help people like you do, you're the Chief-."

"Exactly and you aren't joining." Mr. Bales said a little angrily. "Not after what happened to your mother-."

He stopped talking as silence fell around them.

Explanation time.

You see my Dad is the Chief of Police for the NYPD and after hearing many stories about his successes, I wanted to go into the family business because my Grandpa and Great Grandpa were cops along with Grandma and my Aunt.

But some thug came after my Dad for revenge in messing up his criminal life when he wouldn't take a bribe.

I loved that my Dad wouldn't accept any bribes.

But when the thug broke into the house, Dad was working and I was at school.

My mom was home alone that day.

I came home and found her dead with bruises all around her and a message to my Dad saying 'Too bad you didn't listen.'

It was written in blood.

My Dad was furious and he combed the city for the crook, only to never find him.

Since then he's been way too protective of me and made sure that I wouldn't follow in his footsteps.

Cedric looked down a bit before his eyes narrowed. "I can take care of myself-." He said as his toast popped out.

"This is different." Mr. Bales said turning away. "And your bus is here."

Cedric's eyes widened as he looked out the window only to see the bus leaving. "GAH!" Cedric grabbed the toast, forgetting to butter it and ran out the door. "HOLD THE BUS!"

(At George Washington High School)

Cedric groaned as he got off the bus, thankfully the bus came to a stop before it rounded the corner on seeing him.

And he was subjected to listening to how people spent their summers as well as hearing the local popular girls talking about their boyfriends since he sat near them.

Although to be fair, he wasn't trying not to listen, he even played some music to ignore them.

As Cedric sighed, something crashed into him and pulled him into a headlock. "There he is." An African American with short dark hair said as he grinned while dressed up in a lime green jacket and brown cargo jeans. "So how is the son of the Chief doing?"

Cracking a smile, Cedric looked at his childhood friend Zachary 'Zack' Maxwell. "Oh nothing much Zack, just hate to be back in school."

Zack gave a nod. "I hear that." He said before laughing. "But hey we're back in business buddy."

Another explanation.

By business he means pranking.

"So who's the lucky vic-uh I mean volunteer today?" Cedric asked with a look of glee.

"Harold Evans." Zack answered causing Cedric to narrow his eyes at the mention of this teen.

Harold was the sterotypical jock who in Elementary School used to be part of a pranking trio with Zack and Cedric.

But Harold got a taste of popularity and never looked back, something Zack and Cedric never forgave him for.

"Tell me more." Cedric said with a grin.

"Later, for now." Zack made a movement with his hand. "Move my minion." He joked making a whipping noise.

Going along with the joke, Cedric started limping. "Yes master, I'm picking up the cotton." He joked before they stopped as they realized they were passing the Civic's class who looked at them weirdly.

Thankfully everyone was from the Middle School, so they were used to their antics.

But the teacher was glaring at them.

"Run?" Cedric asked a little fearfully, only to turn and see that Zack had a headstart. "WAIT UP!"

(Five Minutes Later)

"I can't believe you did that." Cedric said with a grin as he panted. "Leaving a brother like that."

"Hey I thought you were right behind me." Zack said with a grin of his own. "Now let's get to pranking him."

"How about we wait for it." Cedric suggested with a hand held up. "Have him let his guard down."

"Right, he's probably expecting us to prank him any minute." Zack muttered, cupping his chin in thought. "He may be the stereotypical jock now, but he did used to help us with these pranks."

"What's the prank anyways?" Cedric just had to know.

Chuckling to himself, Zack whispered into Cedric's ear and with each second that passed, Cedric's grin got wider and wider.

"Brilliant." Cedric said with a chuckle.

"Isn't it?" Zack asked.

Considering they had to wait for the right moment, Cedric sat in class waiting for the teacher before he pulled out a Spider-Man comic book.

He loved reading the Spidey comics because of the jokes.

Even though in the comics people hated them, he always found them funny and laughed.

If someone told me this would be my life in a few months I would've just laughed at them and walked away.

But hey no one did and it is.

The comic was ripped from Cedric's hand and he looked up to glare at the face of Harold Evans, a blonde haired boy with green eyes wearing a scarlet gray sports jacket. "Still reading comics Bales?" He sneered. "Didn't you know they're for babies?"

"Didn't you know that babies are smarter than you?" Cedric replied automatically before he could stop himself.

Harold narrowed his eyes before he smirked as he ripped the comic in half. "Oops, looks like the baby is without his wittle comic book." He mocked.

"Oh it's alright." Cedric snarked with a look of anger. "At least I have a brain, maybe you can borrow one from charity, if they can afford to waste one on you that is."

Harold moved to punch him only to stop when he saw the door open and the teacher was coming in. "We'll finish this later, Bales." He threatened as he left.

Still glaring at him, Cedric reached down and picked up one of the comic halves only to stop as he saw the other one missing. "Where-?"

"Here." Cedric turned to see a brunette teenage girl with green eyes and wearing a red shirt and blue jeans giving him the other half.

"T-Thanks." Cedric stammered.

He never has any luck with girls, let alone talk to them as much unless he's insulting the shallow ones.

Although she did look familiar.

"It's no problem, I want to apologize for my cousin anyways." She said with a glare at Harold who didn't notice.

"Cousin?" Cedric asked in shock.

"I'm Miranda Evans." Miranda introduced herself. "You're Cedric right?"

"You know me?" Cedric asked still feeling shocked.

Miranda chuckled. "Of course, I do." She said with a smirk. "Back when my cousin wasn't a jerk you came over to hang with him all the time."

Then Cedric's eyes widened as he remembered her. "Lil Miri?" He asked remembering the nickname that Harold gave to her, the girl who always followed them around and got caught up in their misadventures.

Now Miranda had a small glare. "I hate that name."

"Sorry." Cedric apologized sheepishly. "Wow, it's been four years."

By that point the teacher began talking and Cedric turned to pay attention.

(During Lunch)

"So, is it all set?" Zack asked as he ate.

"Yeah, it was tough getting into his locker without anyone seeing me, but I did." Cedric said with a grin. "You can now commence groveling at my feet."

"Hey, who's the minion here?" Zack said with a joking glare.

"Not me that's for sure." Cedric snorted with his arms crossed.

"Who came up with the prank?" Zach asked sarcastically before he pointed at himself. "And who carried it out?" He pointed at Cedric. "That makes you the minion."

"Oh screw you." Cedric said before they dissolved into laughter.

"Is this spot taken?"

Turning around, Zack looked surprised to see Miranda with a lunch tray while Cedric grinned. "Not at all."

"Huh?" Zack was still surprised.

"You remember Miranda right?" Cedric asked causing Zack's eyes to widen.

"Lil-."

"Call me that again and you will regret it." Miranda said without bashing an eye, causing Zack to chuckle.

"Oh I like her." He said with a grin. "You're just in time for the show."

Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Show?"

"We're pranking your cousin." Cedric explained causing her to smile because she always felt that his ego needed to take a few blows.

Harold was just sitting down before he looked up and his eyes widened at seeing Miranda with Cedric and Zack. "What is she doing over there?" He muttered as he opened his lunch box only for the food inside to practically explode and cover him with rice, pudding and bits of banannas.

The whole cafeteria busted out laughing as Harold saw red and glared at the two who were laughing the hardest.

He knew that only two people were capable of this.

'They are so dead.' He thought in anger.

(After School)

"Hey you need a hand?" Zack asked as Cedric was packing his stuff.

"Nah, I got this." Cedric told him with a smile. "See you on the bus?"

"You know it." Zack and him fist-bumped before Zack left, leaving Cedric by himself as he began to pack his stuff.

'Today was a good day.' Cedric thought, not noticing a figure approaching him. 'I met up with an old friend, pranked an ex-friend and today I didn't get much homework, what can go wro-?'

WHAM!

It took one hit and Cedric was out.

Cedric groaned in pain as his eyes fluttered open. 'Why did I tempt fate?' Cedric thought before he realized he was hanging upside down on a tree. "Wha?" He was cut off by a punch to the face.

"You think you're so clever huh Bales?" Harold asked in anger.

"Harold, what are you-?" Cedric tried to ask before he was punched again.

"Humiliating me, always with the damn wisecracks." Harold ranted as he punched Cedric again and again. "I've had it with your mouth."

Cedric groaned as some blood dripped out of his lips and nose.

"Oh and one more thing." Harold got in his face. "Stay the hell away from my cousin geek, I'll be sure to give the same treatment to your friend tomorrow."

With that he punched Cedric one last time before walking away as Cedric hung there, dizzy with pain.

Crack.

Looking up-... Or down, Cedric groaned again as he saw the branch creaking before it snapped and he fell to the ground on his back.

"Ow." Cedric muttered as he got up, untying the ropes. "Damn he was pissed."

Getting up only to wince in pain, Cedric could see the sun setting. 'Great I missed the bus, I look like crap and now Harold is even more of a jackass than he was before.' Cedric thought to himself as he limped towards the subway, wiping the blood off his face.

Little did I know, this was when my life would change forever.

(Twenty-Five Minutes Later)

Cedric sat on the subway with a fidgety looking man in a white coat who was holding onto a suitcase as other people were waiting patiently for the train to get to their stop.

"Bad day?" The fidgety man asked as he took in the blood on Cedric's hoodie and face.

"Pissed off a jock." Cedric explained with a chuckle.

"That's never good." The man said getting that explanation and as the train stopped he tensed a bit at seeing a man in a black suit come aboard, only to relax when the man began talking on the phone and sat on the other side of the train.

"You alright?" Cedric asked a little concerned at how the man tensed up before the man swallowed as he saw the black suit guy pull a gun out.

"I'm sorry but I may have gotten everyone killed."

"Wha?" Cedric asked before a gunshot went off in the air causing people to scream as they all looked towards the black suited man.

"Doctor Victor." The man said to the fidgety man Cedric was talking to. "You have something that belongs to us."

"We are dealing with forces we aren't meant to." Dr. Victor said as he tightened his grip on the case. "I should have never agreed to this work."

"But you did and this work belongs with us."

"You'll just kill everyone here anyways." Victor said with a sigh as the man smirked.

"You have that right." He said shooting Dr. Victor in the head causing Cedric to pale a bit and hit the floor as the man shot at everyone in the train car.

It didn't matter if they were a man, women, child, baby, hell he even shot a dog.

Cedric was shaking with fear as the man reloaded his gun before pointing it at him. "No witnesses." The man said as he went to pull the trigger.

But then the train jerked, causing the man to fly forward as the train tipped over with the windows breaking and Cedric hit his head, knocking himself out as the suitcase that the late Dr. Victor was holding broke open and a syringe shot out, hitting the wall before Cedric landed on it as it jammed into his arm.

To Be Continued...

Oh man, tell me what you think of this. No doubt some people might find this familiar considering it used to be posted but the original one I typed under a different name sucked compared to this rewrite of it.

Don't worry, the issue inside the subway will be explained as well as what the syringe was and how it was possible.

But please leave reviews in how I did in this.

As you can tell, it'll be starting out with Spider-Man for awhile before the other characters appear.

Alright, Spidey is signing out for now.