The Amazing Spider Island #3: Saviors's visit

Man, what happened last night? Ugh, all I remember was feeling really hot, smoke and... flames. GASP! I quickly sit upright and find myself in a hospital room. Again? Wait a minute, my hoody! They took it! Oh no! Im starting to sweat with worry. What if im not in a hospital at all? What if im in area 51 like all those other freaks?! No, no!

Mom, “[ZapMan]! You're awake! Its ok, you're in a hospital. How are you feeling?”

My mom? Dad? They are sitting beside my bed on a couch. Wait, so, im not in area 51? Something tells me im in a bigger problem than before knowing my mom. She looks calm now, but I know her...
I try to talk but I notice an oxygen mask over my face. Then I start taking notice of my surroundings. The room is mostly white and clean, but now I notice this is one of those emergency rooms with the curtain separating the room from the main hallway. Ok, now back to me, the oxygen mask fits comfortably so I'll try to talk to my parents.

Me, “Hi mom, whats up pops? (cough!)”
Aww man! My throat! Its so itchy and makes my voice sound raspy.

Dad, “That was some stunt you pulled back there last night. I still cant believe you managed to save that man! I'm so proud of you!”

He's... alive? I-i saved him! Yes!

My mom quickly put on a sour face and starts yelling, “What were you thinking?! You could have been killed!!!!”

That’s true, I could have died back there if the paramedics had not shown up. Luckily my dad steps in to defend me.

Dad, “He saved a live and wasn’t afraid of giving his own! He's a hero! The man he saved is even being strolled out here because he wants to thank him personally!.”

Really? I must have made quite the impression. I should be glad that i'm alive, but i'm more grateful that nobody seems to suspect that I had the help of some super powers to achieve what I did. Phew! Just then, the curtain in front of the room opens and two nurses stroll in a patient lying on a bed. One of the nurses says, “ Good Morning [ZapMan]. Do you recognize this man? Hes the one you pulled out of the fire last night. Even with a bullet wound, he constantly insisted he wanted to meet you to give his thanks.”

They roll him over by my bed and he looks me dead in the eyes. I had not gotten a chance to see his face clearly in the smoke last night, but now I see that he is an American middle aged man. He looks to be in horrible condition, with cuts and bandages all over. But then I focus back on him and he starts to speak.

Man, “You've got some guts kid. I'd be a goner if you hadn't been there. I promise to keep out of trouble from now on, haha!” he tries to make humor, but his attempts are only met with pain as he begins coughing up a lung, metaphorically speaking. Before I can accept his praise, the nurses pull him closer to my bed and... he slips what feels like a card into my hand. He tries to play it off by saying,

“You are capable of great things. We could use more people like you in this world.” After finishing his fishy speech, I start thinking, should I mention the card right now? No, there is a reason he gave it to me secretly, so ill just keep quiet for now. They stroll him off and, well everything plays out like usual at the hospital. Luckily the doctor said I recovered faster than he predicted so he let me go early. Me and my parents drive off to home and I just stay thinking about all this that’s been happening recently. Even after all this, I'm still not ready to tell my parents about my...condition. All i'm wondering is, will I ever be?

The Amazing Spider Island #2: Action

I look at my computer screen and reread everything I typed. It looks good. So I’ll just go to the upper left of the computer screen, click ‘File’,  ‘Save as’, and lets call it, “The Beginning“. Ok then. I fold my laptop computer and leave it on the wooden desk next to my bed. My room is dark, and I like to keep it that way since I feel like these artificial lights bother my eyes. I carefully walk to my mirror on the other side of my room with only the light of the fading sun to clear me a path. I finally stand up to myself and all I see is a tan skinned Hispanic teen in a spider-man hoody and blue jeans. He’s handsome alright, but that’s not the point of this staring contest. I’m looking for clues to who I am, trying to see it is locked away in some expression of mine. But my face turns up blank, as usual.

My mom comes in the room, Knocking first.

Mom, “Good night.”

I reply, “Good night ma.”

She leaves and I jump on my bed, trying to fall asleep. It takes maybe an hour for me to fall asleep, so I lay there thinking of my future and what might happen given certain circumstances. Yeah, I’m weird like that. I then begin to think about me when im older and married. Those thoughts are the best because they make me feel really happy. Then I start bringing my self down with classic lines like: I’m no good for her, I’m a loser, or the most recent, Would anyone marry a genetically altered freak like me? I’m not even human anymore!!! Normally during these thoughts I tighten my grip on my bed sheets until the thought passes. This is the longest night of my life, as so is every other night. I just… need to… sleep…

Just then, I JUMP at the sound of a loud Crash outside my house. I quickly move to the nearest window in my room and look outside for clues to the disturbance. In the darkness, I see smoke off to the far right down the next street over. Then I hear another loud sound, but this one sounded like a BANG! Could it have been a gun shot..? Ahhh! My head! It’s killing me! Arrgh! I… I need to go over there! I have to! I zip up my spider-man hoody all the way till the hoody becomes a Spidey mask over my face. I then disable the security system by my window and leap out to the street. Whoa! I just jumped from my window to the side walk on the other side of the street! I must be dreaming. Wait, off in the distance down the road where the smoke was coming from I hear a scream, “Help us! Please somebody help us!!!”

I dash down the side walk toward  the chaos down the street and don’t even stop to think of my incredible speed. It must be the adrenaline, or like I said, a dream. Then I see a house on fire and a lady with her daughter (im guessing) outside of the house screaming. As I made my way over there I heard police sirens. Maybe the cops can handle this… Argh! But my head still hurts so much. I feel driven to help these two out, even if it may appear I cant do much for them. I sprint to them quickly and ask, “What’s going on ladies?! Is there someone still inside?”. The mother turns to me, ignoring my silly spider-man get-up and screams, “My husband! Please! Help him! The man came, I think he did this!”. The Man? I then proceeded to ask, “Who?! Who is ‘The Man’?”, but just after I finished speaking I hear a loud BOOM come from the house. The flames have nearly engulfed the house, and its starting to fall apart. Oh Man!!! I have only one shot at this!

I bust open the front door and as I did so, the door frame came crumbling down. I jump over the rubble and start feeling my headache again, only this time its different. It feels like its trying to guide me through the think black smoke to the woman’s husband who is on the upper floors. I try to take the stairs but they collapse just as I run to use them. Forget this! I jump to the top of the stairs and begin running around checking the rooms on this floor. My headache then points me to a bathroom where I find the woman’s husband. He’s in bad shape. Blood is scattered over the bathroom window, he is gripping a wound near his stomach while trying to filter the poisonous  black air with his blood stained white shirt. I lift him up and place him over my shoulder. Just then, The floor cracks. I crash through the bathroom window landing in front of the woman and her daughter while behind me, their house gives in to the heat and comes crashing to the ground. The police are there and receive the man from my shoulder and rush him to an ambulance where they try to feed him oxygen.

I am trying to catch my breath from all this excitement. I’m wondering if it’s the excitement that made me winded, or the Gallons of black smoke that I inhaled. Darn it! I should have kept my head low to avoid most of the smoke, now I feel my lunges burning. A lone police officer rushes to me and asks me, “You’re a hero kid! Come with us, quickly. All that smoke can kill you if you don’t let us help.” No, no I cant. I cant go with them. They will take my mask off. They will find out I’m a freak. I.. I..

The Amazing Spider Island #1: The Beginning

I've Been watching these videos asking myself, is he really like me?

"...See ya guys, Spidey out!"

ZstarOdustE is his screen name. But he claims to be the Real spider man. This guy makes videos at least once a week, Giving tips about things in life and just talking about funny experiences. But im pretty sure he doesn’t know what it feels like to be a freak. I do. In the case of this being read by anyone other than me, i will refer to myself as ZapMan, and this is my journal.


Today is Monday, March 4th. I am huddled in a corner of my room just typing away trying to forget the day i learned what i really am. Maybe if i write about it i may be able to forget. I was at school, it was an old school filled with Swaggers and pimps and, eh, i forget what those kids said they had or were. So this day i was taking my Chemistry class, my favorite class. Although my love for the science didn’t reflect on my report card.... hmm. But anyways, i was sitting tapping my Nike shoes while my teacher Mr. Zanders talked about his favorite Disney dinosaur (not even kidding). Mr. Zanders was a weird man, but most of all, BIG. I mean, i was kinda chubby, but MAN!! He had a clean cut look but was always soooo bored. It seemed anything would bore him, even his own speeches bored him. But after he was done talking about his dinosaur, and Then went on to explaining a suicidal dream, he gets a call from the office on the intercom.

Intercom, "Mr. Z. We need you to report to the office."

Mr. Zanders, " Uh, sure i'll be right down. Let me just finish up..."

Before Mr. Zanders could finish his babbling, the lady in the intercom interrupts with, "NOW ZANDERS!!" so he walks over to the door and in the hallway like Child going to detention. As soon as the door shuts, it becomes social hour, an hour im not very chummy with. I sit there as kids talk trash, Boys about Girls, Girls about boys, and boys about how big their **** are. I hated school. So then this one kid gets the bright idea to run in the storage room behind the teachers desk and wait in there to scare the teacher when he came back. So all the kids quieted down and giggles filled the room from the girls side of the class. He searches the teachers desk, opening and slamming all of the teachers drawers till he found the key. He then unlocked the back door and zoomed in. What happens next is what changed my life forever. As the kid mindlessly dashed into the storage room, he did not realize that room was dark, nearly pitch black. So he stumbled on some misplaced gear and bashes his face on the glass doors of Mr. Z's most prized experiments. The glass shattered and ripped his face as he landed. All we could hear was the shattering of the glass and the Highest pitched scream ive ever heard, "AHHHHH!".

To this day i don’t regret my decision. I ran in the storage room, flipped the light switch and saw the kid laying on the floor, gripping his face next to a small puddle of blood. But in a split-second, i saw from the corner of my eye a jar containing a strangely colored spider falling from the top of the glass cabinet that the kid hit. Running on instinct, i pulled the kid up and through him out the door into the class room. I hear a shattering sound, and before i could turn back to see what was behind me, i felt a pinch on my leg. Before i blacked out i saw the tarantula sized spider Biting my leg, and that was it.

I awoke in a Sherman Hospital. Then it gets kinda boring from then until i got out. I later learned Mr. Zanders was housing Dangerous living experiments in his storage room and kept illegal substances in there as well. He was quickly fired by the school, went to court and then jailed, his sentence being 5 years. Pretty Generous if you ask me. I was excused from school for 3 weeks. During this time i noticed changes in my body. I started losing a lot of body fat and became more toned. My hands became very sticky so i tried and tried to wash my hands till the point they started bleeding. Here's where i knew that spider bite changed me. When i was watching Ultimate Spiderman on Netflix, i wanted to play around and shoot webs. But when i made Spider-mans hand sign, a web Thwipped out of my wrist and hit the wall with a loud SMACK! I didn’t want to tell my parents, so I’m keeping it a secret for now. How long can that last though?

I now posses amazing super human abilities, but i don’t know what to do with them. I wish someone could tell me. Till i figure something out, ill just live out my life as normal. I am ZapMan, the Real Spider-man, and this is my Amazing Spider Island.

Greetings

Hello! I am ZapMan and i also have a blog for my comic series Metric City. This blog however is for my Amazing Spider Island fan fiction series. I will be uploading them on here from now on instead of The Amazing Spider Island page on Facebook. I just wanted to say thanks for everyone on Spider Island for reading my stories and giving feedback, and also for Ben Reilly for contributing. There will be more to come so stay tuned! I'll try to post all of them by today. PLEASE comment and like if you liked the story. It really helps me know what i should keep doing and what im doing wrong.