Broken Dreams

Broken Dreams

My name is Shown Palmer and I’m a spider addict. It happed five years ago. I was twelve the summer before seventh grade. My mom and I were shopping for school stuff, when Spiderman and Dr. Octopus fell out of the sky. The battle was harsh and bloody. I loved every second of it. As I saw Spiderman swing off and the defeated doctor swinging form a light post I made myself a silent vow. That someday that would be me.

So the rest of that summer I dedicated myself to getting super powers. I tried everything. I tried the whole biting thing, 6 spiders, 10 mosquitoes, 3 ants, 2 bees and 1 squirrel. I even tried cosmic rays. I stayed out in the sun all day. So besides a rabies shot and a really good tan I got Nada. So by the end of summer I found out that super strength wasn’t going to fall in my lap. So that day forward I trained. I went to the gym every chance I got to fulfill my dream. To Bad for me dreams die. My dream died with my father one year ago. I had to help support my sister my mom couldn’t do it alone. So I gave up on my dream I had no time for childish ambitions.

Before m dad died we were a middle class family. After wards we were at the bottom. We had to move from our nice cozy house to an apartment in Hells Kitchen. The neighborhood   so bad even the air smells here. Anyway I was running to work cause I was supposed to be there 5 minutes ago.

I tapped on the bullet proof window. “Hey Bernie let me in” I shout. Bernie’s a security gourd at this fine establishment

“Your late kid” he mumbles as he scratches a four letter word in to a crossword puzzle.

“Yeah, and I’ll be even later if you don’t let me in” I mumble angrily. He ignores me and takes a sip of hot coffee, leaving a brown mustache on this white beard. “Come on” I whisper banning on the window. I heard a low hum as the electric lock gave way. I yanked the door open and ran in.

I work in a crap hotel. I discovered that half our costumers were hookers with there clients and the other half were druggies getting wasted. So that day I cleaned around 14 rooms with out incident. It was lucky number 15. I was wheeling my cart full of dirty towels and bed sheets. I knocked on room B7 “room, service!” I yell at the top of my lungs. I hated yelling that. “Room serv-” I was cut off by shouts.

“No, I don’t need your iv got power?”

“No its not power its an illusion I can offer you power” the voice sent shivers down my spine. The first thing to come to mind is some kind of weapons deal. Then I heard muffled screams. Then there was only laughter.

“Vhh vhh” I t repeated mockingly “It’s Venom” it yelled as it creped toward me. “The new Venom” the black suite started shifting to take a different appearance its. Its powerful arm thrusted forward.  I felt its powerful grasp around my neck. He lifted me off the floor and let his serpent like tong run across my face. I so wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. His tong came again. This time my arm swung forward grabbing it.

            “I haven’t the time for you” he says tossing me aside. I heard a loud crash as he jumped threw the window. I pull myself up and walk over and sit on the bed. I reach for the phone shaking.

            “h-hey Bernie I had a problem in room B7” I stutter.

            “I’ll be up there in a sec.”

            “Take ur time he’s gone but we need a new window.”

            “You threw him out the window?”

            “Yeah right after we discussed our relationship” I say annoyed as I hung up the phone, I rub my head then I notice a duffel bag on the bed I don’t know what I was thinking or that I was even thinking. I lean forward and unzip the duffel bag. My eyes widen in disbelief. That only the feel of the smooth meal would convince me its actually there. I quickly zip the black bag and dump it into my cart.

         “So did he indicate were he was headed?” the cop asked again.