LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 4: Who are you again?
"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed as the portal swallowed me whole, my body twisting and contorting like I was being wrung out in a washing machine.
The sensation was indescribable—like falling, spinning, and getting punched in the gut all at once. Flashes of light and random images flew past me, blurring together in a chaotic swirl.
"Is this what being laundry feels like?!" I yelled, my voice lost in the void.
I tried to focus, to balance myself, to make sense of the madness, but it was no use. The portal was pure chaos, and I was just along for the ride.
Suddenly, the spinning stopped, and I felt the ground—or something solid—slam into me.
Thud!
I crashed into a massive screen with enough force to shatter it, sparks flying and glass raining down. The impact sent me sliding down the front of the display like a deflated balloon before landing face-first on a rooftop.
"Ugh… what the actual hell…" I groaned, peeling myself off the ground.
As I stood, I realized where I was. Skyscrapers towered above me, the streets below buzzed with traffic, and neon lights lit up the area. My jaw dropped as I took it all in.
"No way… this is New York! THE New York!" I said, spinning around like a tourist seeing Times Square for the first time.
Then my eyes landed on the giant screen I'd smashed into. It flickered back to life, and there he was: J. Jonah Jameson, in all his loud, angry glory.
"Once again, folks, your so-called 'friendly neighborhood Spider-Man' has decided the rules don't apply to him!" Jameson's voice boomed, pointing an accusatory finger at the camera. "This wall-crawling menace continues to wreak havoc, causing destruction wherever he goes! And who pays for it? Us hardworking citizens, that's who!"
"Spider-Man?" I muttered, blinking up at the screen.
The footage switched to Spider-Man swinging between buildings, dodging falling debris at a construction site.
"Look at this! He's a menace!" Jameson continued, pointing an accusing finger at the camera. "He's not a hero—he's a walking insurance liability! When will New Yorkers wake up and realize this masked vigilante is the problem, not the solution?! He hides behind a mask because he knows he's guilty! The Daily Bugle will keep exposing him until the city wakes up!"
The broadcast ended, replaced by an ad for Bugle-branded coffee mugs.
"Wait… Spider-Man? Jonah Jameson?!" I said, my voice rising with panic. My brain (if I have one) scrambled to catch up. "Am I in that universe, what the hell is happening?!"
I rubbed my temples, trying to piece it together. "Okay, okay… think. I died, then I was in the lab, escaped, and then got swallowed by a glitchy portal. And now… I'm in New York?!, Back there, it was night, and now it's all sunny." I glanced at the sky, shielding my eyes.
Just as I was starting to wrap my head around it, I noticed people pointing at me.
"Look! Over there!" a man shouted, his phone aimed squarely at me.
"Uh-oh," I muttered, spotting more phones and cameras turning my way.
"It's some kind of alien!" a woman shrieked.
"Alien?!" I scoffed, looking down at my still-symbiotic body. "Oh, crap!"
Without thinking, I bolted. "Nope, nope, nope! Not today!" I leaped across buildings, my movements smoother and faster than ever. My body shifted instinctively as I morphed mid-air into my gooey slime form and slid into a nearby vent, zipping through the ducts like a sentient blob.
I emerged into an alleyway, shifting back into my humanoid form as I caught my breath.
"Okay… note to self: don't look like a freak in public," I muttered. Then a thought hit me. "Wait, symbiotes have genetic memory, right? That means I can shapeshift into anything… or anyone. And I don't even need a host! I'm self-sufficient! Well… as long as I eat brains or chocolate for the phenethylamine, I'll be fine. Yum."
Grinning, I decided to test my theory. "Okay, let's see if I can do this. Picture my old face… and some decent clothes." Tendrils of symbiote receded, reshaping my body. Moments later, I was standing there in my old human form, wearing a perfectly tailored suit.
"Wow. It actually worked," I said, touching my face and tugging at my sleeve. "I look like me… but cooler!"
I couldn't help but laugh, a mix of relief and excitement bubbling up.
"Alright," I said, cracking my knuckles. "Time to find Peter Parker. If anyone knows what the hell is going on, it's Spider-Man."
And with that, I stepped out of the alley and into the bustling streets of New York, ready to figure out what this crazy new world had in store for me.
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I feel the wind in my hair and the adrenaline in my veins as I soar through the air, webbing from one building to another. I love this feeling, the freedom and the thrill of being Spider-Woman,Yes I'm Spider-Woman!
Alright people let's start with the begining one last time~
My name is Gwen Stacy.
I was... Bitten by a radioactive spider.
And for the last two years,
I've been the one and only... Spider-Woman.
You guys know the rest.
I join a band... became a drummer.
Met new people Mary Jane, Betty Brant, and Glory Grant.
Go to the Midtown High.
Patrolling the city.
Save my dad.
Save the people.
Save the city... Again, again and again.
But...
I couldn't save my best friend, Peter Parker.
So now I save everyone else.
And I don't do friends anymore, just to avoid any distractions.
But one day this weird thing happened... And I mean like really weird.
I was blown into last week
Literally..
And I landed in new york
But.. Not my New York
My Spider-sens told me to go to Visions Academy
Wasn't sure why...
Until
I met a man that will totally change my whole life.
"Uhmm... Who are you again?"
"I'm Damien... Damien Black"