The tiny spider boy
Chapter 6:
M.J. is on his break, having a cappuccino in a bar outside the streets of Queens, he has his laptop turned on to examine his notes, but he can't stop his mind from wandering to the boy. She is glad that Peter found him and got him out of there, she can't imagine the horrors he must have gone through to end up so emaciated, and if Peter hadn't found him... he may now be dying... or even dead...
She shakes her head sharply to get rid of those cloudy thoughts.
-Peter said his name is Miles Morales- thinks as opens google to search for information -there must be something about him- says in barely a whisper
Press enter and the first thing that appears in the search engine is the image of a sign that says “MISSING” with a photo of you and all your data, date and time of your last sighting.
She enlarges the image and grabs his notebook to write down the data, this boy, barely 15 years old, had disappeared on April 12, which means that he was captive for 7 months. On the side of his laptop screen you can see the current date “November 21”. Winter and the holidays are just around the corner, you can feel that the temperature drops a bit between day and day.
Once he finishes writing everything down, he minimizes the image and sees that there is a news item titled “Missing son of Officer Jefferson”, this catches his attention and clicks to enter, the note loads and she begins to read.
It turns out that Miles is the son of Brooklyn County Jeriff Jefferson Davis, keep reading and below they also name cases of 9 other children missing under similar circumstances and that their search is still ongoing. This makes him remember a phrase he told him Peter “-And I suspect if there were others- “.
Remembering that phrase, without wasting any time he started typing on his laptop looking for information about the missing children named in that note. He didn't know why, but this gave him a very bad feeling.
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-¿You still haven't found clues about that damn spider???- an angry voice spoke from the other side of the phone.
-No boss- the dark-haired man responds with a displeased tone.
-Damn! That bastard always interferes with my plans!, ¡It's a damn pain in the ass!" says Kingpin irritated. -I think I'll have to take drastic action and hire the Inner Demons.-
-Boss, are you sure? They are not trustworthy. They are even capable of taking over your experiment if you let your guard down!- Aaron replies in a worried tone.
-HA! Do you really think they would take over something that belongs to me?- He says sarcastically -They better think twice if they don't want to get into the den of the wolf- He ends with a passive and threatening voice.
-Okay boss, I understand- he ends the call, leaves the phone on the dining room table as he walks to the sofa and sits down heavily, rubbing his temples and takes a long sigh.
-I better hurry up and find him first- Davis doesn't know why, but he has a feeling that things will take a nosedive if Kingpin hires that masked group.
That organization appeared one day out of nowhere, they don't even know who they are or where they came from. Their information is completely NULL about them, they only know that they are wearing Chinese dragon masks and nothing else, but they do know that they are absolutely dangerous and unprepared.
He turns his head to his right, on a nightstand that accompanies the sofa there is a set of photo frames, one of them stands out above the others, it is him with his family; his brother, wife and grandson
He stretches a little to reach the painting and looks at it dejectedly, despite the conflicts he had with his brother Jeff, that did not separate him from Miles, many times his grandson would sneak away behind his parents' back to go visit him and spend time. afternoon together, he loved him with all his being, and now... he was missing.
The day he got lost, he joined his brother to look for him, they moved heaven and earth in the hope of finding at least a clue, something, but they found nothing, it's as if he had completely disappeared. He also joined gangs to see if he could find any sign that he had been kidnapped, but he found nothing either, his hopes of finding him alive were swallowed up by time and his worst fear that this dead man began to grow as the months passed.
Now, more out of necessity, he was hired by kingpim just two months ago as his personal guard, he had to do it for money.
But it wasn't until now that he found out about a secret experiment that he had kept well kept, those tiny human footprints in the cage... -No! It can't be! - he says to himself, shaking his head in total denial, after all this. time... when I already thought he was dead, this appears... and the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became.
- Miles…. If you're still alive... I hope you're safe... - Aaron whispers to the painting with an air of gloom.
He leaves the painting where it was resting before grabbing it, gets up from the couch and puts on the mask, he was exhausted and had barely rested, but that doesn't matter now, he has to discover the truth of that experiment and prove if his theory is true.
-Time to look for the experiment and put an end to this- He says with a bitter and impatient tone as he goes out the window.
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Peter wakes up tired from all the action sequence he had in the early morning, his body complains about sleeping a little more, but he ignores it and gives a long yawn while covering his mouth with his free hand.
-How long did I sleep?- he asks himself internally as he tries to guess the time by looking out the window with the shutter closed. Dim lighting barely filters through the shutters and fresh air, so he assumes that it is already dusk. he skipped breakfast and lunch, but he doesn't complain.
-I better get up or MJ is going to kill me if they find me still in bed- he says to himself, but there is a small problem, Miles lies in the deepest corner of dreams, relaxed lying under his palm, he can noticing their small easy breaths and it's as light as a feather, you can barely feel it's on your chest. This child has him prisoner, he doesn't want to wake him up.
-Heavens child... you didn't finish arriving and you're already making it difficult for me- he says in a barely whisper with a joking tone.
Very delicately, she uses the same hand that covers the child to grab him with the tips of her thumb, middle and index fingers, she drags her fingers under his fragile body and gently lifts him up. He is so asleep that he seems to be lifting a rag doll to the ground. see his limbs yielding to gravity. Peter sits up on the bed and uses his other hand to lay it down in his palm.
He slowly gets out of bed and walks with uniform steps until he reaches the main room. As he closes the bedroom door without making a sound, he sees that the nest of blankets that MJ prepared is still on the living room table. Peter approaches and he inclines his hand just enough for the still-sleeping child to slide gently into the blankets.
Once this is done Peter looks at the clock, it is 5:49 p.m. "Look, sometimes I fall asleep for hours, but this child surpasses me," he says sarcastically to himself as he looks at the little boy asleep again, it's not surprising after all the hell he went through trapped, he won't even want to imagine what bad that he must have slept during all that time locked up, the best thing is to let him rest as much as his body asks of him now.
He realizes that the living room window is open when a cool breeze surrounds the room. He sees that Miles is shaking while he tries to cover himself with the blankets in his dreams. He quickly goes to the window and closes it. There he can see the sunset that surrounds him. the city with orange lights while the buildings cast enormous shadows. The fresh air warns that the end of November is approaching, icy and snowy days are approaching along with the holidays and the end of the year, the cold is becoming more palpable with the passing of the days
He goes to the electric heaters and turns on the heating to warm the environment a little, knowing how small and thin the boy is, he would not be able to withstand the cold temperatures that are approaching in his current state. Before finding the cure, he must first make him regain weight. and get him something to keep him warm, but what? She has absolutely nothing for her size and MJ promised her she would get her something... but she doubts it's good quality, she doesn't think she can get anything other than doll clothes and that's poor quality, so he'll have to search on her own. . And also remember that he has skills like him. The two times he jumped that far and when he hit his sweatshirt… that should also teach him how to control it… but first things first.
Before doing anything he is going to take a shower, once he comes out he changes his clothes, this time he has black jeans with a gray t-shirt, a red jacket and some black and red sneakers.
Peter goes to the kitchen to make himself a coffee, while he leaves the water heating up he opens the refrigerator to see what he has for the child when he gets up, he sees a box of milk and takes it out, then he opens the door to the storage room and grabs a jar full of chocolate cookies, then he goes to look for his laptop that is in his backpack along with his suit, he takes it out and takes it to the kitchen table next to where Miles is, at a safe distance so as not to wake him, he opens the laptop and leaves it on while he goes to turn off the already boiling water and pours the coffee. He grabs the smallest plate he has and a cap of soda, there he begins to crush a couple of cookies and very patiently pours the milk into the cap.
Once everything is served, he takes it to the table, leaves the plate with the cookies and the lid with milk next to the nest of blankets, while he goes and sits in front of the laptop with the coffee in his hand. He enters his password and the first thing that jumps out is that M.J. has an email.