I don't remember much about Ghost Spider, seeing as I was still a child when she died. My dad says she was amazing though. And that he remembers being stunned hearing about her death.
I look down over the street from my perch on one of the condemned buildings.
I wonder if I'll see the new Ghost.
A muffled scream rings somewhere down the street and I perk up, pulling my hood up to cover my face.
Yeah, I get it. I'm stupid.
Ordinary girl pretending to be a hero. No powers, no gadgets(unless you count a rope, wire, pistols, and batons.)
But what's a girl supposed to do when she wants to help people and her dad won't let her be a cop? He's trained me to fight, what's the point in wasting it?
I vault off the ledge, careful to grab onto a jutting brick before I hit the ground and break my legs.
I drop to the ground and take off running as the scream Echos again.
A woman, or girl I think. And that one wasnt muffled.
Yep. A girl, barely older than me. And she's running. From what though? Oh. Them.
Four men, all in black jackets with guns shoved down their pants like it makes them tough.
The girl trips and one picks her up. By her hair. Okay. You're done.
I race up, keeping to the shadows until I can I'm close and then....
I leap at the man closest to me and he turns just as my foot slams into his face, and, an instant later, his buddie's groin. Two down for now.
Two to go. By now the other two at least realize I'm there and I lose the element of surprise. A little harder, but fighting street thugs is my average night.
I draw my batons and send one spinning at one guy's head, and the other at the first guy who just started getting up,then turn to the man who had been holding the girl. Now he's holding a pistol pointed at you.
"Well if it isn't the little pretender. You think you can take me down, stop one of my business deals?! You think-"
I knock the gun from hid hand and slam my palm into his nose. Well. That takes care of that.
I turn and hold up my hands.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
"There w-were... Other girls. They grabbed us a-a-and..the d-d-docks." she starts shaking, and treats well in her eyes.
Oh no. Thugs, I can handle. Gimme a gang fight any day. Need to break up a drug deal and break the dealer's arm? I'm your girl. But crying.
Thats not something I do.
"Okay, there's a pay phone about a hundred yards that way. Take this-" I press some coins into her hand, " and call. The cops. Got it?"
"Uh-huh. M-make them pay. Please." I let a small grin form on my lips then I nod, then handcuff the slime balls to a lamppost and take off running towards the docks.
I look down at the so called men from on top of the shipping crate across from the one they're shoving people in.
Just as I'm about to jump in the door are slammed shut with webbing? And a figure swings in and starts fighting the guys.
Well, I'm not missing out on this. I crouch down then spring up, landing directly on top of one of the men, then spring to the next one, throwing both batons so the slam into one guy's face and the back of another's head.
Wow. She took eight and I only got five.
The sirens start getting closer and I can almost see the lights.
"Hey, I thought all the other heroes were gone, other then Cap's kid."
"Who said I'm a hero?"
She, who sounds like a girl about my age, laughs incredulously.
"Don't you have powers, gadgets, anything?"
"What do you think?"
I turn and run, disappearing into the shadows and hear her web sling off just as the blue and red lights completely flood the place. I can't wait to hear dad talk all about this in the morning.
When I get back to the apartment and climb silently up the fire escape and duck into my window it's about 2 in the morning. Not really a busy night, but I had to get home so when dad inevitably comes in to check on me after arresting the thugs from earlier, I didn't have much of a choice but to come back. So. I met the Ghost. But I don't think she's really a Ghost.