Teen-Age Spider-Girl Part 1

Josephina Johnson was an average High School student. She was one of the unnoticed kids with an knack for staying in the shadows. But that's all about to change her Senior Year when she finds herself with unnatural powers like sticking to walls and shooting webs. Can she manage to keep her status as the quiet girl, but get the boy of her dreams to take her to Homecoming, all while battling a chain of bank robberies led by someone she may or may not know? Join Josephina and her friends in their quest to find answers.


24. Finally Finding Out

I'm scaling the side of the tallest building in a city full of tall buildings.  It's also the most high-security bank around--especially now with all the robberies.  When I reach the top, I notice a door that leads to the stairwell.  I walk over to it and feel the warning sensation tingling down my spine--my spider-sense.  But now, it's stronger than ever before.  Something's really wrong.

I look around me and all I can think is of the security devices that must've been put in place all over the rooftop.  I can't imagine any other reason for feeling what I'm feeling.

I take a closer look at the door and realize there's a number pad on the well next to the door handle.  Of course, I don't know the code and I don't know what the security system will do If I put in a wrong number.  I wonder what will happen if I just break the door down?  Surely the worst thing I can do is set the alarm off, and the burglars must've already done that if the police are talking about it on their radios.

My "spider-sense" makes me think twice, but I go for it anyway.  I brace myself for pain and kick the door.  Hard.  Then, I hear gunfire, and I'm moving around the rooftop like lightning.  But my reflexes aren't helping me dodge anything.  I don't understand at first, but once I figure out where the noise is coming from, I realize that that's all it is--noise.  I heard all the shots, as well as some barking dogs, through speakers that surround the roof.  It's only meant to scare off any intruders.  Smart, I think.

I rush through the door I've just broken down and head towards the vault.  I sense the security cameras on me, but I don't even care--I have to stop the thieves before they catch wind that there's someone else here and get away.

On my way down the billion flights of stairs to the floor with the money vault, I hear voices behind one of the doors and stop, listening.  The first voice, I know, is the one that has been bothering me since the first bank robbery.

"What do you want me to do?" he asks.

"Stay away from her."

I don't know why, but the second voice pierces me through to the very center.  I don't recognize it--at least not in the same way as the first voice--but I have this strange feeling that I'm supposed to know it.

As though it were my own.

"Is that why you put me on tonight?  So I wouldn't be with her?"

After what feels like several minutes, the second voice responds, "Just go help the others find what we came here for."

The next thing I hear is footsteps and then the door opens.  A man in a ski-mask exits the room underneath me as I hide on the wall above the doorway.  I think about staying to find out who the other mystery voice belongs to, but instead, I quietly follow the first one, sneaking along on the wall until he reaches the rest of his party.

"Did you find it, yet?"

"Right here," says one of his accomplices, handing him a manila envelope.

He takes a short look at it then says, "Sweet.  Let's bag some diamonds or something and get out of here."

I'm right above them on the ceiling, pulse racing, expecting any of them to spot me at any moment.  but none of them do.  So, I grab the envelope out of the guy's hands with webs and say, "You look tired.  let me take this off your hands for a while."

"Spider-girl?!  I thought you shot her?!"

"I did."  But the one with the voice doesn't seem surprised that I'm alright.  How could he know?  But there's little time to ponder.

I jump down on to the shoulders of one of the goons, locking his head between my legs, then do a backflip, flinging him through the air into the vault.  Kyle and Tyler would be so proud of my "style".  I web the envelope to the wall, just to get it out of the way.  Several guns go off and I dodge easily.  "You know, those things are really starting to annoy me," I say, grabbing each one with webs and sticking them to the ceiling, one at a time.

I notice one of the guys frantically pressing the buttons by the elevator.  I web him in the back and say, "Dude, the stairs can be so much faster," and slam him into the door to the stairwell.  He's out cold.

I turn around and continue fighting the rest of them until they're all knocked out our tied up in webs.  I look at the wall and notice the envelope is gone and the door to the stairwell is barely closing.  I just know that it's the one with the voice about to get away, again.  "Not this time."  I rush after him and chase him all the way to the roof.  When I reach the broken door, he's standing by the edge of the roof, strapping on a backpack that must be a parachute.  "You're not about to escape me again!"

I pull him back with webs and pin him against the wall, left arm crossed over his chest and right hand in front of his face, threatening to shoot him with webs.  "Now let's see the face of the person who's voice has been bothering me for weeks."  My right hand moves forward, grabs the top of his mask, then jerks backward.

I step back a few steps with a sharp intake of breath from shock as the mask falls to the floor and my hand moves to my mouth.  I don't believe it.

And somehow, he's figured out who I am because he says, "Hey, Jo."

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