The Spectacular Spider-Man: REVIVAL SERIES

NO-MORE: LAW of EFFECT (2)

Law Of Effect (Chapter 2)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Spectacular Characters or Marvel Characters.

Also, there are themes of abuse. Consequently, READERS' DISCRETION ADVISED

Mental Health

When your 'childhood' is brought up, what do you remember? Hmm... when I remember my childhood, I remember all the Batman and Spider-man toys and all the Sam Raimi Spider-Man movies. The remembrance of your childhood usually brings joy and nostalgia back to your miserable souls. Back when you didn't have any responsibilities. ZERO, ZILCH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Wasn't it so Beautiful? Knowing all you had to do on Saturday mornings was to get up, eat cereal and watch cartoons or anime (whatever you're into).

Usually, your childhood's remembrance would bring tears of happiness, realizing back then was WAY more comfortable than where you are now. Usually...

Now take this large man, the kids at school called him, 'Willy.' Back then, he was a huge sixteen-year-old boy. His height was 5'10 while his weight clocked in at 200. He went to Midtown Manhattan Magnet High School but wasn't all fun. One word to describe it... MISERABLE. The obnoxious students harassed and embarrassed the boy when they got the chance. They called him a fatass, fatty, blobby, lard ass, and any other insult associated with being obese. Let's go on record and say, high school kids, are the worst—insensitive bastards.

Occasionally, he came home with a busted lip, several dark bruises on his light complexion, spread across his body, and one whole shattered soul.

However, his home life was better for the sixteen-year-old boy... mostly because of his mother. She made his life tolerable. She baked the most delicious cookies in the neighborhood as the kids smelled the wafting deliciousness from down below. Even when Willy didn't have the best day, his mother embraced him while he cried, listened to his problems, and gave him pastries to take his mind off those kids who bullied him. She wanted her son to be happy because she loved and accepted him. She was a wonderful mother to him, and he'd like her for it.

But Willy's father, on the other hand, wanted more from him. He wanted his son to live like a King, to get what he wanted, and to be a powerful man. But all he saw in Willy was nothing else but a disappointment. He saw his son as this obese, lazy, and weak child, who didn't get what he wanted, because he never chased after it. He's so frustrated at his boy, and all of his frustration built up... occasionally, it led to screaming and intimidation... sometimes, hitting and punching... which led to blood on the carpet. Obviously, Willy's memories of his father weren't so bright.

Most days, he came to school as if he was a puppy that got run over by his dad's car. Most of the time, he quickly changed in the locker room, so no one questioned several bruises on his back. Still, some students caught a glimpse of his dark purple bruises, and it brought chills down their spine. Some tried to talk to him about it, but he refused to open up. He didn't want people to speak to him about it, because he knew nothing would change. He hid from himself. He disappeared from how he felt and failed to express it.

As a result, he decided to suppress his pain. He contained all of it.

However, one typical Friday night, everything would change. Willy's father had a rough week at work; consequently, he lounged on the filthy chair and drank the rest of his terrible week away from his memory...

But his wife didn't approve of his heavy drinking and called him out on it. She usually tolerated his heavy drunkenness, but she needed help with the house chores. Plus, she hated to see a bum on the couch. His wife aggravated him because he didn't like to be told about his mistakes. Also, the alcohol reached to his head. The anger he felt needed to be released. So, he released his anger out on her. His bride. She backed herself into a corner, afraid of him. Her eyes gazed into his intense amber eyes. She saw the fierce fury in his eyes and immediately knew the man that her husband was no longer there.