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Peter was drowning, water surrounded him. A sharp and consistent hissing from his spider sense tugging at the back of his mind, something is wrong. Very wrong…
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I am so sorry aunt May.
He repeated the mantra almost subconsciously.
A thought then crossed his mind, who is aunt May? His eyes flew open and green flooded his vision.
Peter shot up, coughing up the fluorescent green liquid he was surrounded by. “How could I forget Aunt May?” He blinked feeling the liquid cascade down his lashes.
Surveying his surroundings he found himself in a dingy, rundown bathroom. Paint chipping off the walls, black and muted green specs on the ceiling, ‘Mold’ his brain supplied usefully.
Clambering over the edge of the tub, he stood up on shaky legs and made his way to the door.
He passed by a broken mirror and fear coursed through his veins as he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror he looked younger, almost like he’s fourteen again.
Gone were his honey brown eyes and instead vivid green took their place. He spies the green liquid and he makes the connection that they are almost the same shade of green as his eyes. “Just what is this shit?” Peter asks himself as he glares at the fluorescent liquid out of the corner of his eye.
He surveys his appearance once more to make sure nothing else is unwonted only to find his hair has a white streak as if someone had rubbed flour or chalk in it. Peter hesitantly reached to touch the strands of hair but it was soft just like the rest of his hair.
His brows furrowed he really needed to find some clothes and shelter, possibly some food as well. Peter makes his way out of the bathroom and into the hallway noting that the hallway wasn’t in any better shape than the bathroom.
He spies a door to the right and as he quickly enters it he finds that it’s a bedroom. Peter starts rummaging around the closet, quick to find a pair of pants, a t-shirt and a hoodie all a couple sizes too big for him thanks to his shrunken size.
He hurried to get the clothes so he could get out of here, he feels a light pang of guilt over stealing but he just pushes it down. He had after all mastered the art of emotional representation so why not put it to good use?.
Suddenly he’s in a lab and there’s a man in a white coat standing over-
Green takes over his vision, cutting off his train of thought.
It’s surrounding him, everything is tinged with green.
Anger is all he feels. No, not anger. Rage.
His fist collided with the wall and a loud crack sounds out. “Shit” Peter hissed.
He feels calmer than before but he can still feel it lurking under his skin. He feels bad that he put a hole in someone’s wall. Searching the rest of the apartment, he couldn’t get so lucky as to find any edible food in the fridge but he does spot a pair of old tennis shoes.
He slides his feet into them and takes off running out the front door of the apartment.
Driving through crime ally on his motorcycle, Red hood was patrolling.
“There has been a report of a strange green glow coming from an apartment on fifth street.” Oracle said through the comms.
“What? It could just be strobe lights or something.”
“Dude just go check it out, better safe than sorry..”
“Fine.” He sighed, muttering under his breath about how this is a waste of time.
Red hood arrived at the rundown apartment building. As he makes his way up the stairs a bad feeling settles in his gut.
He quickly kicked in the door. He didn’t care if anyone was here but by the looks of it no one was home.
“Just my lucky day, huh?” He muttered, sarcastically.
“What was that?” Oracle responded.
“Nothin’.” He defected.
He makes his way through the apartment and it looks messy like someone had been rummaging around.
Fear spikes his heart when he sees the homemade Lazarus pit in the bathroom.
“Uh, who’d you say lived here?” Red Hood said, on edge.
“I never said.” She replied, confused. “Why, what’d you find?”
“A Lazarus pit, now who lives here?” He growled.
“A Lazarus pit??” She questioned, worriedly.
“Yes!” He snapped, worried just like she was. “Whoever lives here, needs to be tracked down….”
“Hood, that apartment has been abandoned for months.”
“Then how do you explain the Lazarus pit in the fucking bathtub?.” He cursed.
“I don’t know but we’ve gotta find whoever was in the pit and fast…” Oracle continued. “I’ll let B and the others know and for now you try to figure out if they left a trail behind.”