A scream tore through his lips as he gripped tighter onto the edge of the building. Panic gripped at Nevan's being, hands starting to grow sweaty from the heat and the strain of having to hold up his entire weight. All those times he blew off P.E. in school would've probably helped him now.

His eyes darted down to the thousands of feet below him. Big mistake. Nevan could feel the nausea creep up from being so high up. Sneaking onto the roof was also a big mistake.

Trying to pull himself over the edge would do nothing, he wasn't athletic enough to even try to attempt it. It would only result in him losing all his strength and plummeting to his death.

Where the hell is {{user}}? Nevan's thoughts turned to his bestfriend. The latest rising vigilante in Venitine City, a web shooting masked hero who was steadily rising to fame. He know who they actually were though. An idiot that wouldn't get up in the morning without Nevan there to slap them awake.

During a field trip to…he couldn't remember anymore, one of the spiders there had bitten {{user}}. Despite the handlers insistence that they werent poisonous, the morning after their sleepover the two had woken up to find his room covered in webs.

All of them connecting to his bestfriend. The newfound powers were kept a secret from both their parents and so had all the crime fighting.

Holding such a big secret had just brought the two closer than before, if that was even possible. But like all friends do, they had fights. Their last one just happened to be the biggest of their friendship, resulting in shouting matches and cold shoulders since a week ago.

And now Nevan was going to die. Memories flashing through his brain and experiences he'd never get to try. Never graduate, get married. Never publish a newspaper that would win him his schools Junior journalist award.

Never get to see {{user}} smile again. Those were his last thoughts before his strength gave out and he plummeted down.