Chapter 6: Personal Hell

Fastest Man Alive
Chapter 6
Personal Hell!

So here I was, a beyond omega level class meta-human, and I was sitting through my hell. I know it’s not my very own personal hell since there are plenty of other kids in class with me, but I would like to think so.

Especially after the last few weeks, I just survived. First, I had to make it through the whole going to the X mansion and the kidnapping situation.

Then I had to live through a week of grueling workouts with Logan, and then I had to survive Dr. McCoy force feeding me knowledge. I was able to absorb, understand, and then compile and use it all as my own.

Lucky for me, I found my favorites among the subjects of nanotechnology, engineering, programming, and a few others that just tickled my fancy. With Dr.Mccoys help as a sponsor, I was able to get my theory published about increasing the power efficiency in nanotechnology through a collective power distribution system.

It only got some recognition from the mad geniuses, but at least I was able to get my name out there for when I make my move.

One surprise was finding the theories by one Victor Von Doom. Though it seems he already has a mean hard-on for Reed Richards since his papers were always belittling the man’s intelligence.

I also found papers written by Reed Richards. That means that the Fantastic Four is in this universe, but since I haven’t heard anything from them. That would only mean Reed hasn’t blown up the labs with his dimensional portal. He has mentioned being on the verge of a breakthrough in his research papers.

All that and here I am forced into this torturous existence called the dreaded Mid-town High School.

Turning to Pete next to me, “Tell me again, Pete, why must we be subjected to high school?” I asked him with desperation in my voice. Today we were in our shared AP algebra two class.

The lights were dimmed, and the class course was supposed to be copied down from the projector. That old ragged AC vent was whistling overhead, so this was the best chance to chat without being found out. Pete was sitting next to me with a confused look, which turned exasperated from my question.

Today Peter had on a red flannel over shirt with the school’s science decathlon shirt under it, completed with a jeans combo. I, on the other hand, was rocking our midtown high scientist decathlon sweater, which was lucky for me since I hadn’t completed any laundry recently. Yeah, talk about lucky.

I was able to find a beautiful loose set of jeans to wear to school too. Still no clue on how to explain all that happened to Gwen later today.

“I don’t know about you, but my Aunt and Uncle wanted me to go to school regularly, like everyone else,” Peter replied to me while his face was scrunched up in his thoughts.

“Come on, Pete; you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about blasting through here and just be done with this place?” I had to ask him back with pure disbelief in my voice.

“No, that’s not what I mean,” Pete replied to me. I had to pause for a moment and let him compose what he wanted to say.

Then he spoke up, and I had to pay attention to him since he decided to lean forward and whisper like we were bandits and was conspiring for a bank heist.

“Honestly, I have been thinking about taking some college courses. I know Uncle Ben told me to wait, but Harry offered me an internship at Oscorp if I can pass a few tests.” He whispered into my ears.

That of course, caused me to rock back into my seat because last time I had seen Harry, he had that pompous rich guy bullshit going on.

Well, shitty shit. I know for a fact that this is not a Harry-thing, but a Norman Osborn thing and it seems like he is trying to make a play for Pete. How am I going to navigate this shit? Yeah, I have no clue on how to proceed with this one how about slowly I guess.

“Listen Pete I know your the trusting type and all, but damn Osborn? Come on I know you can do better than him and his grease ball of a father.” I replied since that was the only thing I could say to him.

Hell, we knew Harry since middle school, we started as friends then but when Harry realized he could buy people with money, he distanced himself. Granted, I was trying to figure out how to get my hooks in him early; that way, I could get my hands on Oscorps toys. He had to turn into a little shit once puberty hit.

“Come on Ben don’t be like that. He apologized, didn’t he?” Came Pete’s voice trying to assuage my frustrations about the whole situation.

“Peter Benjamin Parker he called us both low-class trash. That’s not something you can take back. Come on, buddy think about it for a minute. Your aunt and uncle have been raising you since young. My parents have been raising me since forever. And he just spat on all that, if he said it, he believes it. Yeah, we might be worthy in his eyes in the future, but in his heart of hearts, we are still low-class trash. Hell, I would have accepted the apology more if his dad wasn’t there forcing him to say it. Look I’m not telling you don’t do it, because yes it will better your future. Just be aware you’re not selling your future away as your bettering it.” I huffed back at Pete while finishing up my notes.

Peter went silent as he finished his notes on problems six and eight from the overhead projector. It was okay, though because I think I might have gotten my views across to him.

Since it was the end of school, I had plans to go to my warehouse and make some science and magic. Peter had brought me a copy of his compiler for research purposes. I also had plans to use that with my code, and I have been writing a personality matrix.

With those combined, some improvements to the system to help them work smoother together with a dash of speed force magic I might be able to create something the world has never seen before.

I had already figured out at least thirty-five fixes to the code with redundancy to make sure I didn’t create any Skynet machine when Gwen came down the hall. Her smile was at least ten miles wide when she looked at me. Wow, she can always take my breath away.

My first instinct was to rush over there pick her up, bring her back to the warehouse and French her into next week. Sadly I was in school, and I can’t go super speeding for everyone to see.

Until I can get my hooks into the NYC networks, I’ll have to keep the speed down. Or at least keep my face covered and move too fast for the cameras.

The hallways were their usual uproar, but that didn’t deter me one bit. With my super enhanced reflexes and balance, I was moving smoothly and with fluid motions towards my soon to be frenched girlfriend. Her eyebrow quirked up as she watched me approach.

Today Gwen was rocking tight jeans, and I know exactly where I am about to place my hands. Accompanying her pair of jeans was a white tank top with a flower that resembled a yellow daisy. As I was looking her up and down, I noticed behind her back hanging out of her handbag was a red sweater.

That’s “an old one” I had lost, a red one with the number twenty-three on the back of the sweater and I could never find it either.

“Honestly Gwen how many of my sweaters do you have?” I couldn’t help but ask her as I was pulling closer. While Gwen was entering my embrace, she smiled up at me and answered, “I wouldn’t know, I got this one as a gift. He was rather handsome and dashing, but he had such an ego I didn’t want to return it to him.” Gwen replied to me before I sealed her lips with my own.

Man, I missed her so much, the rush of vanilla filled my nostrils as our tongues danced back and forth. Then my guilt decided to strike me while I was enjoying myself.

My memories of Mystique came back to the forefront of my mind. It’s a positive that Mystique wants something from me and I must warn Gwen about all the mess that’s heading our way. Just as I was about to tell her all these things on my mind, we both heard it.

A loud crashing sound came from behind me, turning around I found Flash with Peter up against the opposite side walls to the hall. The hallway was deathly silent with everyone looking at Flash. Today the resident school delinquent was sporting his signature basketball jersey.

His arms were also all out and bare for the world to see, guess he was trying to show off some gains. Man, this guy is just ruining everything.

“Get up puny Parker, your bodyguards not here to protect you today. Get up!” Flash screamed at Peter while everyone was watching.
First Gwen looked at what was happening then she looked at me. Gwen shook her head, then pushed me forward.

Well, I guess I’ll save his ass again. I can’t wait till he gets his powers. I have to talk him into kicking Flashes ass himself. That’s going to be so cathartic for him and his self-esteem.

I couldn’t help the smile that played across my face as I did a smooth glide up behind Flashes back.

All Peter did was a smile from his position against the wall. “What are you smiling for Parker?” Asked Flash in a confused state. With that as my cue, I placed my hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

“You see Peter and myself happen to be the dynamic duo. He was raised to be kind and to be responsible.” I decided to start as the illustrious Flash Thompson began to wince under my grip.

“I was also raised to be responsible, but I like to ignore the whole kind lesson when it comes to assholes like yourself Flash.”

With that, I pulled off an instep while twisting my body and slammed him against the wall. With a bang, Flash let out a groan from his new location next to Peter.

“See I bet you didn’t like that now did you?” I asked Flash as he tried to pry my grip from his shoulder. “Get off me, man, I learned my lesson. Come on, man, I learned my lesson let go.” Flash started to yell and panic. From my location, I had spotted a teacher turning down the hallway towards us.

Figured someone would show up when this dumb ass was about to get his ass kicked.

Since the teacher was heading our way, I decided to scare him a little bit. I might as well have my fun since I wasn’t allowed to kick his ass.

“Listen here, Flash. I could have fucked your knee up. You could have been ruined for this season. I know you’re trying to get into college, and this is your only shot, so I have let you, be you. Since I don’t pay much attention to you, but let me hear about one more fuck up like what just happened. Your whole high school basketball career will be over. Am I being understood?” I hissed out at him as the teacher was approaching closer and closer. When I had said those words, some people’s eyes widened around us.

“Alright, break it up, Mr. Blake. Mr. Thompson is anything going on here?” Asked Mis. Mayadeen our AP Physics teacher. “No, we are all fine here, Mis. Mayadeen,” replied Peter speaking up first.

I just nodded my head at her while I eyed Flash. When I raised an eyebrow at him, he finally decided to speak up, “Yeah, teach we good, I gotta go to practice anyway.” Spoke Flash as he decided to hightail it out of the hall.

With that everyone decided to head home or go to after-school activities. I planned to take Gwen back to the warehouse and do a few things to help further my goals. Maybe I’ll do a whole make-out session first, yeah that.

I can always just super speed everything else. “Come on you big goof we have things to do,” Gwen spoke up while helping Peter pick up his bags.

While fixing his bag, Peter gave me a look then asked, “You were not going to do any of that right?”

Hmm the way he looked at me was odd. “Believe it bud, no one messes with my people and get away with it scot-free.” Was all I said to Peter as we left the building.

Peter never said anything as he got on the bus. That was fine anyway, and he had his thing to deal with. Since I had no plans to rush him or force him to do anything he doesn’t want to do. I don’t even have any plans to play the evil voice in his ear.

With Peter gone, I did a fast turn to Gwen and smiled at her, “Hey babe, I missed you lots.” I told her as she handed me her bag.

“Yeah, I can tell from the way you paid no attention to anyone else and made a beeline straight for me,” Gwen replied while smiling up at me. With her bag secured on my back, I picked up Gwen, and we got out of there.

No honking cars, no garbage odors, nothing, It was so peaceful while going superspeeds.

All that was available was blissful silence. Gwen was in my arms, smiling as she enjoyed the sights.

We passed by blending neon signs with cars frozen in time. Even the birds looked frozen to us in their mid-flight movements.

Looking down at Gwen, I couldn’t help myself but go for another kiss. “I’m happy you brought me along. I thought you were going to go off on your own and have fun without me.” Stated Gwen with a quirk of her cute eyebrows.

“Nope, not after the little adventure that I just went through. I have plans to keep it a small time thing for now.” I replied to Gwen as we cruised past a frozen cop mid-bite of his donut.

After taking a look at the cop with his donut, I figured what the hell. Am sure Gwen’s hungry just haven’t said anything about it. Most like because she was excited to get me back or just forgot. Who knows these things, with a solid burst of speed I brought Gwen through a bodega.

We grabbed some snacks, and I dropped a twenty on my way out. That should cover everything, with a swift turn around a corner we headed off towards the warehouse for our little fun. And then I’ll get my chance to do my mad genius bit for a while.