Chapter 1
Been sitting eyes wide open behind these four walls, hoping you’d call.
It’s just a cruel existence like there’s no point hoping at all.
Wade slams his head against the wall. Once. Twice. Three times-
I’d be easier just to use a bullet. White comments dryly.
“Can’t.” Wade replies, his trigger-finger twitching. “Would take too long to come back. Might miss his call. If he calls...”
Somebody’s whipped. Yellow sings in that assholish way of his.
“Of course I am. Its Spidey. Why wouldn’t I be?” Wade snarls, hand drifting back toward the gun.
Shooting people is how you got into this situation in the first place.
“I- you literally just suggested it. Dude. Seriously.”
But Wade pulls his hand back, and wanders over to his blood-stained couch. He snatches the remote, and flicks on the TV.
“How does Golden Girls sound?”
Not waiting for an answer, Wade puts it on.
We should try calling him. Yellow repeats for the upteenth time.
He wouldn’t answer.
Its worth a shot, at least. What’s the worst that could happen?
“He could hate us.” Wade smiles grimly.
He already does. White scoffs.
Exactly! What do we have to lose?
Wade sighs. “He could hate us even more.”
See, he does have a brain.
“But at least I’ll know he’s okay. I haven’t seen him in a month.” Wade pulls out his phone, dialing the number.
It goes straight to voicemail.
He tries again.
Straight to voicemail.
He’s dead, holy shit he died, he’s dead-
Wade types out a quick text.
Message failed to send.
Hack into the GPS. See if he’s ignoring us because we killed someone or if he’s bleeding out somewhere.
Wade does as White suggests- and it might be for the first time ever.
The GPS can’t get a signal.
Where the fuck is our Spidey? Yellow demands.
Our Spidey? Who the fuck said he was ours?
Wade stares at his phone. “Don’t know, don’t care. That’s not what’s important right now. We need to find him.”
[360 words. I hit writers block in Omega, and I’ve been having some mental difficulties. (Suicidal, Depression, Anxiety, etc.). So.... sorry for the infrequent updates on my stories. That’ll likely continue.]
Awe, I hope you feel better. 💎
Hey!
I read your story, and I really loved it. The way you’ve built each scene is so engaging and interesting. I felt completely immersed while reading, as if I were watching a movie. You’re truly a talented writer. Are you active on any social platform?