Run! Hide! It's a songfic! Heehee the second one I've written. If you don't like songfics or don't know the song, just ignore the song part and read the rest. That's what I do anyway. ;)
Spider-man belongs to a lot of people who aren't me and the same goes for the song, which is 'Simon' by Lifehouse. I wrote this as practice for writing in first person, because I've got to do a monologue for my English class in this style. Sooooo, constructive criticism would be VERY much appreciated, thanks. I've written 2 more monologues for Harry and MJ, I mightput them up soon.
The True Feelings of a Photographer-cum-Superhero
Catch your breath
Hit the wall
Scream out loud as you start to crawl
Back in you cage
There.
There she is.
The only thing in my life that makes it worth living.
The only thing I desire with all my heart.
The only thing I can never have.
'Cause the weak will seek the weaker until they've broken them
Could you get it back again?
Would it be the same?
Fulfilment to their lack of strength at your expense
Left you with no defence
They tore it down
I'm lucky to have six hours to spare just sitting and thinking and watching, but I'm sitting and thinking and watching on borrowed time. I should be doing something productive, like my homework, or patrolling the city for crime. But I'm not. That's her fault, not mine. It's her fault she's so damn beautiful and witty and intriguing and the million other things that Mary Jane Watson is. It's her fault I've been sitting here watching her for the last hour. It's her fault I'll be sitting here watching her for the next five.
And I have felt the same as you
I've felt the same as you
I've felt the same
Not my fault. I can't be blamed for that. I've taken the blame for so much I don't deserve, yet it'll never be enough. I'll never feel guilty enough to not feel guilty. However impossible that sounds. It's like that saying, 'perfection has to be imperfect'. Just like those kind of sayings that take you round in circles and drive you insane with their cryptic manner. I know I'll never be free of my guilt, just like I'll never be free of my conscience. I accept that. I accept my responsibility now, of all times, but it doesn't mean I have to like it.
Locked inside the only place where you feel sheltered
Where you feel safe
You lost yourself in your search to find something else to hide behind
The fearful always preyed upon your confidence
Did they see the consequence when they pushed you around?
The arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones
Breaking them 'til they've become just another crown
I don't like being Spider-man, but I am and always will be. Not many people know that. Only one. Just me. One secret of many that I carry. One extra burden to pile on top of the rest. Go to school, visit Aunt May, visit Harry, get some shots for the Bugle, visit MJ and be Spider-man to name a few of them. Not that I consider my friends and family to be a burden, more like a gift, but still a gift I have to give. Just like the curse of that spider bite, I suppose. In one way a gift, in another a curse. A gift to the people of New York who need saving, a curse on myself and on my family and friends who have to put up with it.
And I have felt the same as you
I've felt the same as you
I've felt the same
If I hadn't been so lucky enough as to have been bitten by that spider, would I still be alive today? No, I decide. Or would I? Uncle Ben certainly would be. The Green Goblin would still have come into existence, but he wouldn't have targeted MJ if it weren't for me. He would still have terrorised the city, though. And with no one to challenge him, he may well have levelled it. So myself, Uncle Ben, Aunt May, MJ and Harry would all be dead, along with the rest of the city. Probably. It's a little depressing, but maybe I would have been better off if I had never been bitten. We'd all be a big happy family in heaven. But I'm being selfish. MJ, Aunt May and Harry don't deserve to die, and neither did Uncle Ben.
Refuse to feel anything at all
Refuse to slip refuse to fall
Can't be weak can't stand still
Watch your back 'cause no one will
My conscience is nagging me to stop watching her, go read a book or something or at least go to her, but I won't. Instead I'll sit out here like a peeping Tom and try my best to ignore the little voice at the back of mind which is telling me this is wrong and sounds surprisingly like Aunt May. Or maybe not so surprising. After all, if she was here, I knew she'd be telling me to do the exact same thing my conscience is. It's handy, really. Like an inbuilt compass that tells me what's Right and Wrong rather than what's North and South.
You don't know why they had to go this far
Traded your worth for these scars for your only company
Don't believe the lies that they told to you
Not one word was true
You're alright
You're alright
You're alright
Not everyone is so lucky as to have one. It's only recently I've acquired such a sense of right and wrong, a compass, if you will. Not many people are born with one, but most acquire one as they go along in life. Or after some life shattering event, like Uncle Ben dying.
And I have felt the same as you
I've felt the same as you
I've felt the same
As you I've felt the same
No, not everyone is so lucky.
Fin
You'll never believe what happened yesterday! Mum and I went into a shop called Barretts to get some riding boots, and as we were paying at the counter, 5 men burst in and said "Everyone on the floor! This is a robbery!" And they took loads of the expensive coats and saddles, then one customer moved and one of the robbers said, "Don't move! We have gas!" And I saw a red canister in his hand! They got away with £4000 worth of stock and the police have no leads so far. It was so scary and now whenever I read Spidey fics that have robberies in them I see them in a different light. If only Spidey had been around to rescue me, but alas, he's in America, so that's why he didn't come. Or so I keep reassuring myself. ;)