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Oh, I need to kill you

To silence all the sweet little things you said

P A R K E R

I didn't know being a serial would be this hard.

Well, not the killing parts. They're easy. They're my favorites. But the trying to appear normal part is killing me alive.

Friends. I want to kill them.

Stranger, like Wanda Maximoff over here. I want to kill her more.

She's been dancing around Ned all day, charming the whole group under her spells. Periodically she will glance her eyes at me, to see if I was looking, of course, I was looking, because everyone else in the room was looking at her I had to do the same.

We were supposed to be all going home and I'm supposed to be next to (Y/n) right now, doing something, but now we are all here in the nightclub Wanda and our group first met.

Everyone circled in the table where Wanda is sitting on Ned's lab, listening to her story.

"And I said, A man like you, I've seen everywhere, you'll never get what I might give, I got you good!" She said then the whole group burst out laughing.

What was funny about that?

I really want to leave now, I'm two hours late from what I've promised her to be home, and the music here is unforgivably making me want to kill everyone.

"He wasn't right for you anyway, nor Ned," Flash said out drunkenly.

"ShUT uP! Dude!" Ned yelled.

"Ugh... guys." I interrupted the fun they were having. "I'm really sorry, I have to go now."

"Back home?" Wanda asked directly to me. "He always has to leave so early, you guys ever wonder what's his secret?"

She gave a glance that almost looks like she knows I kill people as a hobby, and the whole group confusedly looked at us.

Wanda Maximoff smirked. "Are you hurrying to see someone?"

"No," I replied sharply.

"Then, don't leave too soon. Party just started. Right everyone?" She said to the whole group and they dragged me back to the seat.

Fuck me.

30 minutes after everyone was nearly passed out from all the drink they've had. I tried not to drink much, but some still got in my mouth enough to make me dizzy.

There's just me and Wanda left at this table who still has consciousness, we just looked at each other under the neon lights.

"Well, it seems you're quite a drinker, are you?" She asked me.

"So are you." I said.

"I'll say, alcohol does not affect us, or able to please us, but some other kind of fluid does."

The way she said it was somewhere between blood and an orange juice.

"What do you want?" I straight up got to the point.

"What do I want?" She moved closer, her hands slowly moving towards me, her eyes teased me.

"From Ned."

"Oh? From him." She glanced her eyes at Ned who was sleeping right next to Flash, their mouths split open, their eyes closed. She then smiled at me. "I don't want anything from him..."

"You don't?" I looked at her with stern eyes.

"You should've known that night, right here, I was looking at you, not him." She smiled.

"You just got close to him to get close to me?"

"If that what it takes."

"What do you want from me then?"

"Your secrets."

"..."

"All of it."

I have two guesses.

One; She's just sexually attracted to me.

Two; She's the Bird.

To me I'm not attractive, especially when I kill people for fun, that is not romantic at all. So, that means she might be the copycat, it sounds impossible...

But looking at her, like a thunderstorm in the shape of a lady, she looked like she could really hold a knife against someone's throat. If I love (Y/n) I would never get Maximoff anywhere near her.

I have my suspicions but as long as there's no proof, she's off my blade.

"You'll hurt him," I jerked my face to Ned. "I don't want anything to do with you, you're his."

And (Y/n)'s mine.

"Boys." She got too close, her green eyes widened up, her lips red breathing over my face.

"Thinking they take control over us, thinking they could call us their owns."

"...."

"Boys walk their ways with jaws and muscles... Taking things they want with force." Her fingers climbed up my arms, soon it will be on my chest. "At night when they sleep side by side, boys sleep soundly thinking he has the world in the palm of his hands, girls stayed up late putting a knife in his throat."

That's enough. I'm putting her hands away. "Leave him if you don't want anything from him." I said sharply.

"Not all girls are locked up under your command, big boy. You can't tell me what to do." She was having too much fun with me.

"...." Does she know about (Y/n) too? How could my secrets have slipped? Should I kill her right now? Should I kill her with that bottle opener on the table right now?

"Don't." She said. It's like she can read my mind, what the f**k?

"..."

"Save it for later." She bit her nails and smiled.

I headed right out of the club. If Maximoff really needs Ned in order to get to me she will take care of him. I hopped on my bike, that's when I feel my phone buzzing.

I looked down at the screen.

PHONE

May Parker

Missed Call (6)

I tried calling back, but she wouldn't pick up. So I checked the message.

MESSAGES

May Parker

Peter. Where are you?

May Parker

I'll be near your place. I'll drop by with chipotle.

May Parker

Peter. Call me back.

May Parker

I'm right outside. Going in.

"Ah... shit." I groaned. Then I drove off as fast as I could against the rainstorm that just started.

May Parker was standing in front of the house, she's been knocking long enough to figure her nephew was not home at the moment, the storm echoed the neighborhood and rains kept falling, she needed to get inside.

She has extra keys, given to her since he moved out, she didn't know if it was appropriate for her to enter right now after a long time from seeing each other, nor if her nephew still remembers she has access to the house.

But she had to let herself in.

She put the umbrella against the wall, wiping the wet off her hair and clothes. She looked around in the darkness, eyes trying to adjust, she groped for the switch.

She lightened the room up and the place looked just as lonely as she remembered Peter. She was hesitated on where to sit, there were so many empty seats. She picked the couch and texted Peter again.

Then she waited.

She looked at the laptop on his table.

She shouldn't touch it but she did.

She opened it up, it was locked with a password. She put on her glasses and typed in Patrick Bateman and got in, then she chuckled, his humor was the same to her.

The wallpaper was just the color black, the desktop was clean, the history was as clean as a whistle, on the left side of the screen were normal websites and programs, on the right side was one single file, name S.

For some reason, she wanted to know so badly what was in it.

Her fingers lingered on the mouse, deciding if she should click it.

But then she closed it down sharply and put it back on the table, she shouldn't mess with his stuff. The little boy she knew grew up, she had to understand that.

"Peter!" She yelled up, at this point all she could think was he got drunk and probably knocked out somewhere in the house.

She started observing all the corners in the house, calling Peter's name against the rainstorm. She had returned to the living room without knowing it and she sighed.

Then she noticed a picture in a frame of the Parker family when Peter was four on the bookshelf.

The slightest smile appeared on her lips as she picked it up, her fingers touched Peter's face, then Ben's, Mary then Richard.

But then she heard someone's noise.

"...." May looked around, she heard a girl's scream, from somewhere she could not locate, she put the picture back and realized the voice came from...

Another side of the bookshelf.

She was about to get closer, to put her hand on one of the books and pulled it out, that's when someone called her.

"May."

Peter Parker was standing in front of the door. Lightning blasted once in the night sky with a loud groan, the lights from the windows lid him up that split second, he was holding a knife.

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