Marvel's Speedster

Ross·Byrne, male, eighteen years old, grew up in the Forest Hills community of Queens, New York, and is currently studying at the nearby public school Midtown High School. He is listed as the youngest in the school along with Eugene Thompson, the star of the school's football team. One of the two well-known boys, he is deeply awed by other students for his superb skills and violent temper.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly. At this time before, Ross had already slipped out of the classroom and went to the roof of the building to enjoy the atmosphere of freedom. Anyway, public school discipline is not strict, and the teachers would always turn a blind eye to him to avoid trouble. But today, Mr. Ross was in a dull mood. Uncharacteristically, he sat on the chair obediently, staring at the teacher on the podium in a daze.

"Did you hear that Thompson on the football team got a lesson yesterday?"

Someone whispered in front of him, Ross pricked up his ears sensitively.

"I know I know, it's Peter Parker, he threw his lunch in Thompson's face in the restaurant and then beat him up in the hallway, Thompson's rant could be heard all over the building, but he didn't even Parker didn't even touch the hem of his clothes, instead he stumbled."

"It's unbelievable, that big nerd, that 'little Parker' knocked down the most ferocious bull on the football team, he must have worked hard on himself, maybe I should learn from him."

The students in the front row were attracted by campus gossip, and they lowered their heads and whispered, but the more they chatted, the more incoherent they became. From guessing whether Parker took a risk of taking doping, to whether Thompson had too much fun the night before and made his feet go soft, and Fabricating rumors about the two of them out of thin air, Ross sat on the back seat and watched a bloody youth drama being fully formed in front of his eyes.

"It's all bullshit."

He muttered softly, and the memory of that scene came back to his mind.

Peter offended Thompson, and was chased by the latter into a scuffle in the corridor. A fight that should have had no suspense had an unexpected result. The nerdy Peter's movements were as fast as lightning, but his skills were as good as Ross's. Thompson was beaten helplessly.

Such an opponent, how should I resist it?

Ross pulled out a few hairs in distress, his eyes cast forward involuntarily.

Sitting not far away is the young and beautiful Miss Watson. Her classmates like to call her Mary Jane. This girl is quite beautiful, tall and hot. She has bright red hair and looks very friendly. I have tried to pursue her, but this little girl has never been as keen on messing around as other beautiful girls who are a bit capitalized. She always has a sweet smile and calmly draws the attention of her admirers. side.

Maybe she will become a big star on Broadway in the future, standing on the stage that everyone looks up to and singing with a beautiful voice.

Ross wanted to get close to her, but he was also overwhelmed by Mary Jane's coquettish eyes every time.

Now is not the time to think about women - Ross told himself silently.

Over Mary Jane's shoulder, at the front desk near the podium, sat the center of the conversation—Peter Parker.

When Ross looked over, it was as if Peter had an eye in the back of his head, he sensed it almost immediately, and turned his head, smiling at Ross.

Immediately, a chill came over his body, Ross retracted his eyes like an electric shock, and at the same time couldn't help shrinking his neck.

You know, in this school, besides poor Thompson, the person who usually gets along with Peter the most, Mr. Byrne is also an important member.

Now that Thompson is down, Ross seems to have a dark future.

"I must not fall down in shame like Eugene. Maybe I should be prepared and save money to buy a weapon for self-defense."

Without thinking about the consequences, Ross pondered in his mind, and turned his eyes to the students who were chatting in the front row.

Presumably they must be able to contribute their wallets for their own honor.

***

After school, Ross puts ideas into action.

"Twenty dollars each, thank you very much."

Under his threat, the mournful classmates gave generously, and handed over the green source of evil to the kind Ross for safekeeping.

But the number is still insufficient. Ross is under 21 years old, just old enough to hold a long gun. If he wants a pistol, he must buy it from the Mexicans by the sea.

And he still hasn't made up his mind whether to do it or not.

Despite the many worries, his mood quickly improved when he held green Hamiltons (ten-dollar bills) in his hand.

until the screams sounded.

"Look, Spider-man!"

Ross froze for a moment, then remembered the superhero that appeared recently, before he could escape, a masked monster in a red and blue uniform dragged a long cobweb from the sky, and knocked him down cleanly.

"Look who this is, the villain Ross from Midtown High, sorry for being so rough on you, but it's better for me to be tough so that the children won't be scared by you-remember, be kind to your classmates .”

Spider-man threw down a few words of warning vigorously, and then flew away under the admiring eyes of the victim.

As for the unlucky robber, he was completely forgotten in the silent alley.

It was getting dark, and the comatose people hadn't woken up yet.

Suddenly, a light flashed in mid-air ten feet above the ground, and a huge ball of lightning silently emerged from the void, rotating quietly with hundreds of millions of volts of high voltage, and the golden light flickered erratically , It illuminated the surroundings as brightly as day, and this group of lightning appeared so strange in the dark alley. It was not a normal phenomenon in nature at all, but seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force. After being suspended for tens of seconds, it suddenly plunged headlong into the unconscious body on the ground as if it had spotted a target.

"Well!"

Under the impact of a huge external force, the unlucky ghost named Ross immediately opened his eyes. The moment of severe pain almost made him bite his teeth, the veins on his forehead burst out for no reason, and his mouth opened to the maximum. , but couldn't make a sound.

With a click, the dust flew up, and the nearby electric poles were broken by the invisible force, and countless tangled and densely packed cables were torn apart abruptly. After being smashed into meat paste by the collapsed pole, a group of sparrows started up on the dilapidated buildings on both sides of the alley. They twittered and chirped in a hurry, and flapped their wings in a hurry to fly into the night sky.

Finally, the ground shook violently, and the alley returned to darkness.