IT is morning. Jimmy wakes up, stretches and yawns. He gets down from his bed, and looks around his messy room, to find his school bag. He quickly grabs it, and puts some school clothes inside, as it was late, and if he walks to school he'll miss some classes, but he won't walk to school, we will do something... a bit faster, and crazier.
Jimmy grabs his web shooters, puts them on his wrists and then puts some clothes on. He then jumps through the window seemingly to his death, but eventually, before hitting the ground, shoots a web line and starts swinging quickly towards school.
In the morning, the people can see the a blurry shiluette of a very lean , seemingly 13 years old kid swinging on some grey ropes, wearing green tights and a yellow jumped with a spider on it.

The amazing Arachno-Man hurries above the traffic and the filled streets. He keeps swinging on his webbing, sometimes web breaking in mid air and attaching to walls, running on them quickly, heading towards the school. He hopes, but only hopes, that nothing might happen to make him be late for class again.

Alan Arnan stood on the Empire State Building and too a deep breath of the New York air. It was good to be back home again after a six-month hiatus to Central City, and now that he was back, he was going to make sure that the city was safe. Looking down, he could see no sign of trouble. It was early morning, and people were heading off to either school or work. However, he knew it was just a matter of time until crime reared its ugly head. When it did, he would be there to fight it.

Arachno Man was still hurrying towards the school, as he was almost late. He had 10 more minutes to reach it, so he tried his best at speeds. He swung near the Empire State Building, leaving some webbing on the great building as he passed there, not noticing Alan who was on top of it. He kept rushing, hoping he'll manage to reach school in time.

Alan suddenly noticed something swinging quite close to the building. When he stepped closer to get a better look, he noticed web line on the side of the building. It reminded him of Spider-Man, and he wondered if this person was a hero with similar powers. Deciding to meet him, Alan jumped off the building and activated fire from the bottoms of his feet, propelling him forward. He caught up to the swinging boy in no time.
"Well, well, seems like I'm not the only superhero in New York, after all," he said with a smile.

Jimmy suddenly broke his web line (that means he jumped off it in mid air) and said "Erm.... hi? I'm hurrying now-- guy with crazy flying things!?!? then attached to a wall and said "So yeah... I guess you're not the only 'hero' ... but right not I must go... somewhere, hehe". He looked like a little skinny kid in green tights, probably not even 14 years old. He was hanging onto the wall without falling off, just like he was stuck with glue and then continued to talk, saying "Ummm... see ya later?" and ran along the wall, reaching the top of the building and jumped off to web-swing again.
He soon reaches the school, lands on top of it and starts to take off his costume, and put on his own clothes. He left every thing related to his secret identity there, the green tights, the jumped, the mask and two devices that were attached to his wrists (the M.A.B.O.N. shooters). He then quickly entered the school using the rooftop entrance and rushed in class yelling "Sorry I'm late!". The teacher got used to this excuse and said "...again... just sit and pay attention to the class...". Jimmy then sat next to his best friend, Raccon, a short (just one inch shorter than Jimmy) and quite plump kid that has glasses.

Alan watched as the kid swung off toward the school. He had been hurried, but even so, he could have worked a little on his response. Alan shrugged and turned around, using his Armor of the Flame technique to incase his whole body in fire. In Central City, he had used this as a disguise to avoid giving a connection between Alan Arnan and Flamer. But that was before the M-300 Project and the rise of Energon, which blew his secret identity to absolute shreds. Since then, this technique had gone back to its primary purpose of being a defensive technique.

Whizzing through the skies like the Human Torch, he suddenly heard the familiar, albeit cliche, sound of a bank alarm. Getting closer, he saw three gun-toting men come running out of the bank carrying bags of money. Without hesitation, he sprang into action. Summoning three Flame Marbles into his hand, he flicked them at the perps with pinpoint accuracy. The marbles struck the guns and melted them instantly. When he landed, he used his Flame Martial Arts to incapacitate the three robbers.

Three bank security officers with guns drawn exited the bank, and Alan lowered his technique and picked up the bags.
"I believe this money belongs to you."
The security guard holstered his weapon, took the bags, and smiled.
"Thanks, Flamer. We'll call the police and have these thugs carted off to prison."
People around him began to applaud, and Alan waved to them as he shot up into the sky in search of more crime to stop.

By this time Jimmy's class was over. He ran out of school, holding Raccon in his back. Jimmy then started, without his suit, to jump on rooftops and climb walls, eventually reaching Raccon's home. There, Raccon gave Jimmy some web fluid (M.A.B.O.N.), as Jimmy doesn't know to make it ( lol ). Jimmy then said "Thanks! Now I must go... thanks again, lil' buddy!" and took on his suit and swung away. He then saw that flying figure and jumped above it, sticking on a wall and said "So yeah... hi again, flaming guy..."

Alan was searching the ground when all of a sudden, something jumped in front of him. He raised his hand to blast the figure, but stopped when he realized that it was the same boy from earlier. He hovered in the air in front of him, crossed his arms, and shook his head.
"You almost ended up crispy-friend, kid."
When the kind called him a "flaming guy", he chuckled.
"No, I'm not gay, actually."

He smiled and shook his hand.
"But it is time we were properly introduced. My name is Alan Arnan, but I also go by the name Flamer. Who are you?"
The kid was a total newbie to the superhero game, and he wondered how long he'd had his powers. He also wondered just how many more superheroes there were in this city.

When Aland said "You almost ended up crispy-friend" the little kid kind chuckled thinking "Well.. probably my precognitive sense would have figured that out before me...".
Jimmy said "Who am I? Isn't it obvious who am I?! " and ran along the wall up to the top, jumped high in the air then landed in a ninja pose on the rooftop, just like a real olympic athlete. He then said "I'm the amazing Arachno-Man" then turned around and said "And in case you're wondering, I got some-- well, I don't know too much science, but I guess I got some sort of mutant spider powers... hehe... just like my childhood favourite hero" and smiled, though you can't see it through the mask. Suddenly Jimmy said "W-wait a second-- Oh no... not now...." and looked around confused, as if something bad was about to happen.

Alan chuckled as the kid introduced himself.
"Gee, you're childhood hero, wouldn't happen to be Spider-Man, would it?"
All of a sudden, the kid started acting all nervous. Alan looked around, and that's when he spotted a man dressed all in purple and wielding a large bazooka. He fired, and a purple energy net came at him. Alan jumped over it, and began flying at the man who had attacked him, sending a few Flame Marbles at him.

Jimmy avoided the energy net as if he knew he was gonna shoot and then jumped towards that guy too. He said "Okay, fluffy, I think its time you slept!" and was ready to land dive kicking into him.
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The purple dressed man raised his bazzoka horizontally, blocking Arachno-Man's dive kick. He then forcefully moved it to the side, throwing him aside. At the same time, Flamer's Marbles hit his bazooka and melted it. Before he could reach for his side-arm, Flamer landed and delivered a snap kick to his stomach. The man fell on his knees, and Flamer forced him down before pinning his arm with both a wrist and elbow lock. At the same time, Flamer pinned his head with his foot on the back of his neck.

"All right, man. Now, you're going to tell us who you are and why you took a shot at us."
"Screw off!" the man in purple said in response.
Alan shook his head.
"See, you don't understand the situation you're in. From where I'm standing, I can break your arm in two places."

Alan began to twist his wrist the wrong way, but only slightly. He wanted to apply pressure, but he did not want to break it. The man bucked, but said nothing. Alan applied more pressure, pushing the joint to the breaking point. When he could stand it no longer, the man began to talk.
"Stop!"

Alan stopped applying pressure.
"Are you ready to talk?"
"Yes!"
"The start doing it."
"Look, man, I'm just a hired gun."
"Who hired you?"

"I don't know," he replied, "I was approached by a shadowy figure and offered a million dollars to capture you two. I don't know why or what for, but for a million dollars, I wasn't going to ask any questions."
Alan released his arm, and the man stood up.
"You should think twice before accepting such a contract."
The man nodded and rushed down the stairs inside the building. Alan leaned against the door he had used and began to think.

Jimmy got back up and heard all the story. He then said "Hmm... " and remembered the last time someone was hired to kill him. Well, this time.. it didn't seem the same person's works, so he just huffed. He then said "Umm... so yeah, I forgot to mention that... gosh, never mind, I just forget what stupid joke I was about to tell...". He was standing up and then said "A man in purple... even more creepier than a girl in blue..."

Alan began to wonder who could have hired a hitman to come after him. All of his enemies were dead, and as far as he knew, he had not made any new ones yet. Arachno-Man also seemed puzzled, until he mentioned a "girl in blue". Alan turned to him, genuinely curious.
"Tell me about this girl in blue."
He figured that this might be their first lead in tracking down this new enemy.

LOL

Arachno-Man was actually joking about any girl in blue. He just said "umm.. I was just saying... this is a man in purple, and a girl in blue might be even more odd" then sillily scratched his head. He then said "Umm... I think I wanna swing a little, you mind?"

Alan palmed his face as the kid revealed that he was just joking. S much for that lead.
"Yeah, whatever," Alan said as he flew off.
He had to think that whoever was targetting them was a new enemy, someone from neither of their pasts. Alan found his rooftop roost and sat down. He would have to get information from somewhere, and he would have to do it soon.

'Rach just swung home and then facepalmed, entering trough the window. He remembered he had a whole project to do for school so he had to get starting- it was already evening! His friend wasn't even there!
Yet Jimmy remained calm, took off his piyjamas and then slammed his book on his desk and phoned his classmate.

Nana slowly made her way home from school. It was a rather long walk, a full 25 blocks, but she didn't mind much. Walking gave her something to do, the buildup of acid in her legs would take her mind away. She made her way past an alley when she heard a click. Slowly she turned around to see a man holding a revolver to her face. "Hey there litt...." and that was as far as he got. Almost by reflex a vector shot out and with a flash the gun (and the hand attached to it) was lying on the ground. A spout of blood seemed to turn on and it splattered on the nearby dumpster. With another vector she lifted him up off his feet. The man struggled, his eyes full of fear, legs kicking wildly. Finally she let the man down by tossing him into the dumpster. He hit it hard and a dent was left on it as he crumpled to the ground. She looked down at the front of her dress. There was a blood splatter on it. She panicked, and tears began stemming from her eyes. She ran away, the blood soaking the front of her dress, she just ran.

It is again another morning, as the teenager seemingly normal boy, Jimmy Carter walks on the streets looking around, most of the time looking upwards at the sky, dreaming of how he likes to swing. He looks around cautiously and, since it's weekend, he is heading towards his classmate's home.