5 Chapter 5

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Chapter 3– Cat and Mouse.

Edited: 03/03/2023

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Taking a running start, I jump across the street to land on another building and then run along the rooftops of that block, never taking my eyes off the moving target that also prowls the rooftops while sticking to the shadows like myself. I run and jump and bound across the concrete jungle, getting closer and closer to them, but while I move with efficiency and speed, they move with all that with some poise and some grace.

I feel mesmerised as they spin and twirl along Manhatten, making each jump and every leap look so easy, which is for me, but the person I am chasing is just an average human, and yet I am only barely managing to catch up to them.

I no longer care about catching them. I am merely chasing them now to watch the daring feats they perform with just standard human capability as opposed to myself, whose strength and existence are all fabricated and mocked up by some mad scientist in a silly green costume.

Still, I suppose nowadays, the evilest men aren't those in boardrooms and in meetings (some of them are), but they are mostly those who choose a green theme (and some of those guys are in boardrooms and in discussions). The Jackal, the Green Goblin, Doctor Octopus, Doctor Doom and those are just a few from this universe. Even in the DC universe, there is Ra's al Guhl, Lex Luthor with his favourite kryptonite, and finally, the worst one, The Joker, who takes madness to a whole other level and is the reason my other half is happy that he came here and not to that universe.

I actually have a lot of memories of different worlds created in my previous life by many great authors and creators, but if this universe turns out to be real, then doesn't that mean the- SPIDER SENSE IS TINGLING- I automatically transition into a handstand and push my fingertips against the ground to change my direction. As I do so, I lift my head and spot the danger I was awarned of, a pair of black bolas spinning through the air towards me.

As I watch them pass through the previous position, I realise that I had begun to daydream while enraptured by the enticing performance ahead of me and lost track of my surroundings. Springing back to my feet, I settle into a languid position as I am used to doing when facing others as Spider-Man and watch as my target-turned-assailant jumps onto the same rooftop that I occupy and stops a healthy distance from me.

"Well, now, I didn't think that I would be running into you tonight, Spider. I'm just having a late-night shopping spree. can't a girl have a little fun anymore?" Black Cat sultrily speaks as she begins to circle around me while walking with a sway in her step and a duffel bag clasped in her palm. I watch, finding it hard to not let my eyes wander away from her face.

The Black Cat is a 5'10" woman who weighs around 120 lbs, and she is an attractive tall (we are around the same height, she is just taller because of the heels) woman with a full head of platinum blond nearly white hair and fair skin with mesmerising deep blue eyes.

She wears a tight-fitting black latex catsuit with some small heels at the bottom of her feet. It is lined with white fur around the top half of the suit along the back of her forearms and around her collar. she wears a black choker around her neck that is stylised to look like a cat collar with a metal ring taking the place of the tag and to finish off the ensemble she has a black stylised domino mask upon her face that accentuates her features and her lipstick red luscious plump lips.

"Of course, you can have fun, but it's not fair if you are the only one having fun, is it? I also want to have some fun, so why don't you show me what's in the bag? I am sure it will alleviate my boredom." I speak with my arms crossed in front of my chest and tilting my head to the side, playing the role of Spider-Man to a tee having all the necessary memories and muscle memory to slip right back into the role as if putting on an old glove and the feeling that surges in me at this moment is immense and thrilling.

I don't know how I am going to part with such a thing in the future. I know that Peter used to feel a similar feeling as well, but what I am feeling right now is much more intense, and I can only assume that it is because of the new memories that I relish this feeling and wants more of it.

"You want to see inside my shopping bag. Wouldn't you rather we go somewhere more private, and I can model all my great purchases for you? Well, if you are that impatient, I suppose you can have a look inside, and you can pick out something dazzling for me to wear later on." She naughtily smirks at me before stopping and turning to face me before she lifts up the duffel bag and throws it up high into the air towards me.

I watch it go up for a second before I realise I have seen this same development in one too many moments. So my gaze flickers back down just in time to catch her leaping towards me with a foot aiming straight for my face. Moving slightly to the side, I reached a hand and grabbed her by the ankle that was flying towards me. Still, her moment carries forward, and she begins to swing around and fling her other leg towards my head, forcing me to release her from my grasp and jump backwards to avoid the blow.

We both look each other in the eye. I see in her eyes the same wild excitement that I feel inside, and at some unheard bell, we both blast off to each other, with her starting with a high right kick that I avoid and counterattack with my own right jab, which she sways out of the way of but instead of retreating like I expected her to she brings her extended right leg down to wrap around my arm and then taking me by surprise she grabs my arm to lift herself into the air at which point she spins around to bring her left leg around which wraps around my neck. Still, she doesn't stop her spin, and I get caught up in the motion.

I find myself falling to the ground with my neck constricted in place between her left leg and thigh. After taking a moment to savour the feeling, I reach my hand out to press across the ground and stop my head from impacting against the concrete. Still, before I can do anything else, she slips away from me and out of my sight, avoiding my spinning back fist as I push myself off the ground and back to a standing position.

We are once again at a standoff, and as I keep my eye on her, I notice her gaze flicker to the side for just a second. When I see where she is looking, it reminds me that we both have different objectives here. Her objective right now is to fight me off and escape with her duffel bag of stolen treasures, while my goal right now is t- I don't know what my objective is right now because I only started chasing her out of boredom since I did not have anything else to do and no idea where to go or what to do when I spotted her bountiful form prancing along the skyline.

Right now, I am just fighting her because it is the basic instinct ingrained in me. The Peter in me saw her committing a crime (most likely, given that I did not see her do anything illegal, but she was carrying a suspicious duffel bag) and immediately went into action. In contrast, my other half saw a beautiful woman prancing within my eyesight like a graceful gazelle and was instantly gravitated towards her. Then that side got caught up in the battle and began to enjoy it in a way that Peter never could.

Now knowing that there is a difference in our goals here, I decide it is time for me to change up the game a little and play a bit of cat and mouse with her, with her obviously being the cat in this scenario and me being the mouse she is trying to catch, and I find it ironic that the roles we are both suited towards are going to be switched around.

I moved suddenly without warning towards her at a full-out sprint. Surprised, she jumped back to give her more room to function, knowing that I was approaching fast. But instead of going after her, I stop halfway and pick up the duffel bag and put it over my shoulder before turning around and running in the opposite direction from her.

"Hey, what the hell? THAT IS MY STUFF. GIVE IT BACK!!" She shouts in the background as I run off, leaping over to another building. I can hear her chasing me from behind, and I find it hard not to laugh out loud at the thought of our roles now taking such opposite extremes, with the thief being the one who is chasing the hero, and this also puts her on the back foot.

Peter had never done anything like this and only focused on capturing her, with reclaiming the stolen goods only being a secondary objective. In contrast, I don't give two shits about capturing her, having enough problems of my own to deal with. She is basically just a harmless thief who steals from people who deserve to be stolen from and thinking about it, I realise that this here duffel bag may actually be the answer to my questions as it no doubt holds a lot of treasure and the one thing that I have been searching for all day is wealth to help finance my other goals.

Now wanting to actually get away with this duffel bag of loot, I begin to try my best to actually escape from her, running, jumping and flipping to ht best of my ability to escape my sexy latex-clad pursuer and get to a safe area where I can take stock of my stolen riches and figure out where to go from there.

No longer caring if anyone sees me and knowing that those who will see me are only going to be those who are incredibly skilled or have powers, I begin to run and jump without care and without stealth. I feel so much freedom and so alive at that moment that I can't help but fully embrace it and go on autopilot, leaping and twisting through the sky as I continue to run and run without a destination in sight.