#playing catchup for completionist status

[bunsofhoney]

Peter: You can't do that. It's a bad plan. It's an evil plan. You can't just repopulate the world.

Villian: We can and we will. And you'll help us.

Peter: I suppose there's an 'or else' attached to that statement…

Villian: Or else, we kill your aunt and everyone you've ever been close to, in front of you if possible. Your choice, Spider-Man.

Excerpt from Ch 15 of The Bell Jar, or the one where Wade kidnaps Peter - an ongoing story that uses a prompt-a-day from @febuwhump

Prompt: self-sacrifice

[bunsofhoney]

I’ll Need Some Information First

@febuwhump day 16

(Wade)

. . .

Something is thrown and I roll, expecting an explosion somewhere in the lizard part of my brain, but it releases a cloud of green gas instead. Then there’s gas pouring in from vents in the ceiling, too, and I see the guards and Mr. Labcoat have materialized little respirators, right out of thin air. 

It’s like the bathroom at a cramped college apartment, with a towel under the door, and at least a few cheap waterpipes being passed around. And I’m the poor first-timer, coughing his lungs out and not sure what’s about to hit him. 

What hits me is the concrete floor. Everything is going blurry. I can barely see the glass cell, the only thing illuminated in the room, and there’s Peter, standing against the wall, banging his fists on it with everything he has, his mouth moving around something large and loud that looks like “Wade.” But I can only hear the muffled thump on the glass as I slip in and out of consciousness. 

Excerpt from Ch 16 of The Bell Jar, or the one where Wade kidnaps Peter - an ongoing story that uses a prompt-a-day from @febuwhump

prompt: Semi-Conscious

[bunsofhoney]

I Hear You’re Feeling Down

@febuwhump day 14

(Peter)

"What - what am I doing here?" The question seems incongruously benign after I've been caged and drugged. I should be spitting mad and trying to pummel faces in, but I'm thrown off by Warren's presence. I’m either so numb or so confused that my spider sense isn’t even flashing warning signs. I expected someone menacing like the Green Goblin or Doc Ock. Not someone I used to work with. Someone I considered a friend.

He's glaring at me, squinting, and a slight smile pulls at one cheek.

"You never deserved her, you know?"

It feels like a blow to the stomach but I keep my face calm in the presence of a clearly deranged man. The drugs probably help keep my face frozen, but inside I’m burning with anger and sadness. 

Gwen. He's talking about Gwen.

Excerpt from Ch 14 of The Bell Jar, or the one where Wade kidnaps Peter - an ongoing story that uses a prompt-a-day from @febuwhump

prompt: Captivity

[bunsofhoney]

Uncomfortably Numb

@febuwhump day 13 - alt prompt 4

(Peter)

. . .

Well, there’s nothing else to do here. I can't wait around all day, even my fuzz-filled brain knows I need to escape. Might as well experiment. I grasp the IV tightly, mustering all the strength I can, and rip it out. There’s a mild twinge in my arm under the cuff, and greenish goo drips out slowly from the line.

I look around. Nothing happens for a second. I look at the bulging black eye of the camera, silently daring whoever is on the other end to come out and face me. 

Then cause-and-effect kicks in, and my hypothesis is confirmed. The whirring in the vents shifts frequencies, and clouds of gas billow out, settling to the floor and displacing the air. In a few seconds I’m coughing, and then in a few more seconds, everything is dark again.

Excerpt from Ch 13 of The Bell Jar, or the one where Wade kidnaps Peter - an ongoing story that uses a prompt-a-day from @febuwhump

prompt: Alt 4 Experimentation

[bunsofhoney]

Nod If You Can Hear Me

@febuwhump day 12

(Wade)

. . .

I’m now directly over him on the walkway. The only light is a white sodium lamp underneath me, brightly illuminating him but leaving me in darkness. It's hard to look at him like that and not just want to Kool-Aid Man through the wall and smash heads until I kill the right person to get him out, but that's not what he needs. That's not helpful right now. Maybe it'll be killing time soon. If I'm lucky.

I hazard a whisper, knowing his spider-hearing or whatever should be able to pick it up from this distance.

“Spidey. It’s Wade. Can you hear me?”

Nothing. Nada. He doesn’t even look up. 

I think about dropping something on the plexiglass to see if it gets his attention. But just then, I hear a door latch on the other end of the room and freeze.

Excerpt from Ch 12 of The Bell Jar, or the one where Wade kidnaps Peter - an ongoing story that uses a prompt-a-day from @febuwhump

prompt: Can you hear me?

[bunsofhoney]

When I Was a Child I Had a Fever

@febuwhump day 11

(Wade)

. . .

Ugh. What day is it? What year is it? My eyes swim open and I'm greeted by blurry darkness. I’m in a puddle of cooling blood. I reach a hand up and tentatively finger my throat. It’s a sticky mess, still patching itself back together. 

My body is about 10,000,000 degrees. There’s a buzz in my ears, and I feel jittery but tired. This is the healing factor is in overdrive, trying to replace the blood. I'm tired, hot, and cold all at once, being pulled in every direction like silly putty. Any other day and I might just hang out here for a while, maybe fish a deck of cards out of a satchel and play solitaire. Or, you know, poke my phone like a normal human. 

Not today, though. I groan and push myself up. It’s decidedly less easy in the corporeal world than it was in Limbo. 

Excerpt from Ch 20 of The Bell Jar, or the one where Wade kidnaps Peter - an ongoing story that uses a prompt-a-day from @febuwhump

prompt: Fever

[bunsofhoney]

Relax

@febuwhump day 10

(Peter)

. . .

My heart is suddenly thumping against my chest like a kicking jackrabbit. My breath gets the best of me. It's coming in shorter and shorter bursts, I can’t get it all out. I gasp for air, feeling the cold metal bars closing in and shrinking around me, knowing that if they do I have nowhere to run.

My sixth sense is racing up and down my body, uncontrollably. Even it knows I’m in severe danger here. Normally the instant shot of adrenaline it provides would fuel me to fight or jump away, but I can’t even do anything with the mental information in this confined space. 

I’m breathing in fast, uneven hiccups and I’m sure they must have heard me by now. Brain racing with neurochemicals and without the benefit of forethought, I suddenly try to kick out with my knees and push with my bound hands against the metal around me with all the force I can muster.

“Hey, the little asshole’s awake again!” I hear from somewhere above and behind me. 

Push. Push, dammit. Break the bars or loosen  the  joints or something so I can fight them and get away. I have to get away.

But my body is tired, my muscles still weak from whatever they’re injecting me with. The super-powered adrenaline is doing its best but I'm still confined by the laws of physics and anatomy.

Whether the cage is made of adamantium or just reinforced steel, I’ll never know, because as I'm straining against it a needle hits my shoulder and my vision blurs and I’m fading out mid-kick.

Ch 10 of The Bell Jar, or the one where Wade kidnaps Peter - an ongoing story that uses a prompt-a-day from @febuwhump

prompt: trouble breathing