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.

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11. Stopping a Robbery

Adrenaline coursed through me as my body flew through the air, high above the city traffic.  I was heading straight for a ninth floor window.  In order to avoid crashing into some random apartment, I aimed my other hand at another building and shot out more webbing.  I let go of the first strand and was suddenly jerked in the other direction.

“Whoo!  Yeah-ha!”  I yelled like I would on a roller coaster at a theme park as I zigzagged through the air towards the bank.

About two-thirds of the way there, I noticed police in hot pursuit of a dark brown van.  They seemed to be coming from the bank, so I figured the van held the perpetrators.  I decided to follow them and landed on top of the vehicle.  I could imagine the guys inside wondering what the noise on the roof was.  I thought of the cops wondering who the heck just fell out of the sky.  But I tried to focus on stopping the van.

A number of scenarios ran through my head:  (a) I could go to the side and web the driver in the face.  But that would probably result in him losing control of and crashing the vehicle.  (b) I could jump in front or back, grab the van, and rely on strength to stop it, but I didn’t know exactly how strong I was.  (c) I could just wait for the cops to stop the van and get outta there.  Yeah… that wasn’t really an option, it just briefly crossed my mind.

I decided to stick with plan “b”.  I jumped down to the back bumper and grabbed underneath it with both hands.  Then I swung my feet a few inches under the van and planted them on the road as I lifted up on the bumper.  It almost surprised me to find that I had enough strength to get the back tires about and inch off the ground.  That was all I needed.  When the vehicle stopped, the driver got out and I webbed him in the face, then stuck him to the van with more webs.

One of his accomplices got out of the passenger seat and pointed a gun at me over the hood.

“No!  We’re not supposed to shoot anyone!” I heard to the right of me.

The gun went off anyway.

Feet firmly planted on the asphalt, I twisted my upper body instinctively and leaned to the right, watching the bullet fly past in front of me.  I turned back towards the ski-masked criminal.  I could see in his eyes the shock that I felt--I had just dodged a real bullet!  I tilted my head and shrugged at him.  He shot at me again and again.  I could feel the others watching.

“We gonna do this all day?” I asked.  He attempted one last time and I bent back.  Feet still planted and my head nearly touching the same ground, I watched the bullet zip above me and into a nearby “stop” sign.  As I came back up, I saw the man drop his gun and run in the opposite direction.

I grabbed him with some webs and yanked him back to the van.  In my peripheral vision, I saw the others trying to get away.  I grabbed them, too and tied them all to the vehicle.

As the police drove up, I climbed up a nearby building and disappeared around the corner, then stopped.  I wanted to hear what the police were saying.

“Yeah, all the money’s here.  What is that stuff?”

“It looks like… spider-webs.”

“Spider-webs?  What kinda spider could do this!?”

“I don’ know, but we got four outta five suspects here.  I bet that guy on the roof had somethin’ t’ do with it.”

Four out of five?  Where’d the other one go?

“S’pose we owe ’im a thanks.”

“Ha!  For what!?  Letting one of ’em get away?  He was probably in on the whole thing!”

He?  They thought I was a guy?  I guess it could help with the whole secret identity thing.

“Oh, c’mon!  If ’e was in on the whole thing, don’ ya think ’e wouldda taken at least some’a da money!?”

“I dunno, maybe it’s part of some bigger plan or something.”

“Whatever--let’s just get these guys back to the station.”

That was the last thing I heard.  As I was swinging back to my car, I reflected on the whole thing.  Where was the one that got away?  Suddenly, I realized something--the voice.  The one that told the other guy not to shoot at me.  It sounded familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it.  Was he the one that managed to escape without my notice?  And why did I know his voice?

When I got home, my mother was waiting for me.

“Where have you been?”  Luckily, I always kept a change of clothes in my car--so she didn’t ask more questions.

“Uh… m-my friends didn’t tell you?”

“They said you told them you were going to the library, but you didn’t answer your phone when I called.”

“Sorry--I left it here.”  That was true.  I didn’t really have a place to put it, nor did I even think about it in my hurry to get to the bank.

“Do you know what time it is?”

I looked at my watch.  “10:30.”

“It’s late.  You should have been home an hour and a half ago.  Do you know what goes through a mother’s mind when her daughter’s out late in the city and there’s no way to contact her?”  I just looked at her, not knowing what to say, knowing that any excuse I gave wouldn’t be good enough.  “I was worried about you,” she said finally.

I hated looking into those sad eyes, and I hated lying to her.  “I’m so sorry, mom!  I’ll keep my phone with me at all times--and charged, too--from now on.  I promise!”

We hugged for a few seconds before she said, “Now go to bed; you’ve got school in the morning.”

“Okay, good night.  I love you.”  I gave her a kiss on the cheek and went to bed.

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