From The Dark | Peter Parker x OC ✔️

Chapter Sixty-Nine

A/N: Y'all I nearly forgot to publish this today but MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE hope you guys had a great day and lots of presents!!!

I don't remember what I wrote in this chapter but hopefully I edited it hehe

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"You got 20,000 dollars?"

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A whistle blew behind him.

"THERE HE IS!" someone shouted.

He pushed his feet to run faster. He had never been to this part of the city before. He had no idea where to hide. He just kept pushing his feet forward, hoping to find someplace to hide soon. He dared to look over his shoulder and his eyes widened at the sight of the canines running towards him, beginning to catch up.

Suddenly, he ran into a fence.

His eyes widened. He looked around, but this was the only way out. The cops were catching up fast. Without thinking twice, he began climbing the fence as fast as he could. Soon, he was at the top. He looked back at the cops behind him, barely able to make out their figures in the dark. They were aiming.

He ducked, jumping down onto the other side of the fence.

And then he ran faster than he had ever ran in his life. In the midst of his panic, he missed the sign hanging on the fence that read:

DANGER
Particle Physics Test Facility
KEEP OUT

The cops finally caught up to him, stopping by the fence. One of them cursed, shaking the fence in anger.

"You take the west side!" he shouted and the men scrambled, "You take the east! Go! Go! Go!"

Flint couldn't keep running anymore. They were going to catch him. He grunted, nearly losing his balance. He had to find someplace to hide through the night, just long enough for them to leave.

Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet disappeared and he was falling through the air for a second before he landed on something. In the dark, it was impossible to tell where he was or what the hell he had fallen on. He grabbed a fistful of it.

Sand.

"Where'd he go?" one of the cops said, shining his flashlight through the fence.

Slowly, he stood up, looking around. He grabbed his side, nursing a bruise. What the hell was this place?

Suddenly, a bright overhead light turned on above him. He flinched, covering his face. The light was so blinding that he couldn't see anything past it. And then, as fast as it had turned on, it turned off. In its place, a bunch of rod-like creations began to crackle with what looked like electricity.

Back in the control room, someone noticed a little change.

"Johnny, we got a little fluctuation on one," the woman told her colleague. He frowned. That was strange.

"There's a change in the silicon mass," he informed his superior officer. He shrugged it off like it was no big deal.

"It's probably a bird," he said, "It'll fly away when we fire it up."

"Initiating demolecularization," the physicist said, pressing the final button to start the process. No one thought to argue with a superior officer and let the change in mass slide. It probably was just a bird.