"hey Pav, i got 2 tickets to the wrestling match. That dude in the costume you were talking about is going to be there. You wanna come?" Said the text message, with the blue line after it almost like a ticking clock, wondering if I'm ever going to send the message. I should just do it, he's my best friend, so why does it feel so weird to ask him? Well you can't regret it till you try, so i sent the message, with a heavy heart.
Moments later i get the reply "hey dude, sorry, i gotta go somewhere with Bhim Uncle, I'll make up for it i swear!" The text read.
Well damn. It's tonight so it can just be 100 rs gone to waste (a bit more than 1USD). That's fine.
(☆▽☆) [Kevin is back say hello everyone]
7:00 PM
"MAA IM LEAVING FOR THE MATCH NOW" i finish putting on my pants and head for the door, making my way outside.
"ACCHA BETA(okay son/child), STAY SAFE NA" replied back the voice of my mother, cooking some sabzi(literally- vegetable) in the kitchen.
I open the car that I'm too young to drive, and hop on in, making my way to the match, might as well make the most of my lost 100.
(☆▽☆) upon reaching
I stood outside the door, for such a rowdy game, there were so many guards taking watch of the viewers, probably so that there isn't a match starting before the show.
A few minutes passed, and the door was opened, everyone stormed inside, i was lucky enough to be in the first row, and i had an empty seat beside me for some reason. Oh how wonderful would it be if Pav was sitting there.
No Y/N you can't think that, you're here for entertainment, not for your stupid boy crush.
The match started after an orchestra performed, why was that necessary for such a violent evening? Who knows? I mean i guess they ordered violence but got violins instead.
The guy from the silly costume enters stage, being introduced as makdi man(Spiderman), but this time his costume was a bit better designed than just scraps that we saw from the bus.
He fought well, although it seemed like he prayed a bit too much because he was sticking to different substances to block hits. Probably wished for superpowers or something.
"AND THE WINNER OF THE ROUND IS... MAKDI MAN" echoed across the crowd, with the referee holding up the hands of makdi man. What a name he has.
A few more matches came about, the show went on for 2 hours. Makdi man made it too the finals, and won! I guess he saved Oscorp then that day.
Another singer came on the stage after the fight, singing some random song he made. It wasn't bad, but was it good? No.
"Now i would request everyone to stand for the national anthem." Spoke the not so good singer. Everyone stood in unison chanting the anthem, messing up a few words because almost everyone was very drunk. I can't lie, i did have a beer, i couldn't resist it.
After the anthem was sung, everyone made their way towards the door, pushing and shoving and trading money. If you were fortunate enough, you'd have a few 2k's slip into your bag. And today was just my day. I guess i can have fun alone.
On my way out, i could see lights flashing lights, red and blue. I didn't think much of it, probably someone got into a fight or something, we were outside the legal land of the arena, so it wasn't their problem anymore.
I got into my car, waiting back for a few moments, a bit curious about what happened.
"Hey bro, whatsup with all that stuff?" I roll down my window to ask a fairly sober guy.
"Yo yea apparently someone got like supes hurt and shit, so like the police is here. Got no idea who did it, nobody else was like harmed." So yea, looks like that guys was kinda drunk then i guess.
Well, it's not my problem. I roll my window back up and make my way back home.
(☆▽☆) Back home
I get out my car, taking out a cloth to get rid of all the paan(betel??) spit stains from all the "Chads". A lot of it came out, but some didn't. What a perfectly good car, ugh.
I make my way to the door, placing the key in the keyhole and unlocking the door. I smell the paneer bhurji which was leftover in the microwave.
"MAA! I'M HOMEEE" i scream, making my presence known.
"OKAYYYY" screamed back my mother.
I go upstairs into my room, and then remembering i have a sister. I go into her room instead, bursting open the door and leaning on the handle "AYUP SIB- Mehek? Are you in the bathroom? MEHEK?" I pondered.
"MAA? WHERE'S MEHEK?" I ask.
"AREY BETA SHE SAID SHE'S GOING WITH YOU TO THE MATCH. WAS SHE NOT WITH YOU?" Oh right, she must've snuck out to meet Aryan, her boyfriend.
"OH RIGHT I JUST LEFT HER AT SUHAANA'S. SORRY MAA!" i can't keep making up lies for Mehek. But might as well.
I call her, wondering if she's actually at Aryan's, I've gotta give her a strict talking to.
"The person you are calling, is not answering. Please try again later" the line said. Oh boy, she is going to be in so much trouble.
15 missed calls. I am so going to kill her when i see her tomorrow.
(◍•ᴗ•◍)[This is Deborah, she's here to tell you there's a pov change. Everyone say hi to Deborah!]
(☞ ಠ_ಠ)☞Pav's pov ☜ (↼_↼)
The match was exhilarating, but not as much as what happened afterwards.
The director wouldn't give me the money he promised as i was "not supposed to win". I got only 30% of the price.
On my way to the lift, i couldn't help but feel something was wrong. The lift wasn't fast enough so i took the stairs.
Downstairs in the garage i couldn't shake this feeling that something bad had happened. I could see police outside, but nobody here.
I took out my phone, turning on the flashlight, trying to see if anything happened here or if there was a light switch.
I quickly found a light switch, with the flick of the button, the entire room lit up instantly. I looked around, seeing a leg behind a pillar. I made my way there to see a man, looked as if he was in his 70's, hugging a girl. I couldn't make out who the girl was, i probably didn't know her, or maybe it was the fact that her face was covered with blood.
I wiped off some of the blood from the man, it shattered my whole world.
"Un- uncle? BHIM UNCLE? NONONONO NO NO NO. UNCLE NO, NO NO!" i screamed, tears flooding my face, and dripping away some of the blood from the girls face. I hug him, he can't be dead.
"Pa- Pavitr- i want- remember- with gr- eat pow- er, comes gr-great responsibility - s-someone h-had to sa-ve this he-lple-ss gi-rl." Let out Uncle, with his last breath. I couldn't feel his heartbeat anymore, no breaths. He- he was gone. Forever.
I couldn't stop all the tears, i took off my mask, it was completely soaked. I heard ringing, possibly from a phone. Upon searching more, the sound seemed to be coming from the girl's bag. Maybe she had some family i could contact.
"Y/N bhaiya" said the caller id.
It took me a moment to understand, it could be a different Y/N right? I used my soaked mask to wipe off the blood from the girl's face.
"Mehek? MEHEK? OH GOD NO. I CAN'T LOSE YOU TOO MEHEK! IT'LL BREAK Y/N OH GOD NO!" I put two fingers on the wrist, trying to see if she still had a pulse. There was some, but not enough for her to stay surviving until she reached the hospital. There was a huge stab wound on her stomach.
I couldn't keep crying, i called an ambulance, it was a hard task, especially with the blood and the tears making my phone screen almost unworkable.
"Let's test out these shooters then" i tried saying, but it was almost as if my throat was filled with rocks. Not a word being able to form. I went outside, squeezing out whatever i could from my makeshift mask, and i webbed my way to Y/N's house.
Blood splattered around the path i was taking. I wiped my hand on my suit, i didn't want to ruin their off-white walls. I rung the bell. Y/N opened up.
"H-hi. Are you- Y/N? And d-d is yo-your sis-sister me-Mehek?" My heavy heart couldn't stand to face him.
"Yea that's me. Do you need anything?" Asked Y/N, leaning across the door frame with his arms crossed.
"Y-your si-sister sh-she's... Oh god how do I say this. She was stabbed, at the match, i know you were there, i saw you sitting in the front seat. I saw your adress from her ID, she was stabbed- and-" i got some words back but i lost it at the end.
"I-im sorry" i cried. Literally.
"d-do you kn-know wh-where she- is? Right now?" He was the same as me, tears stopping the words. He couldn't hold it in. I've known him almost my whole life and I've never seen him so broken.
I nod, with him realising that i wasn't able to talk well. I gestured him to hug me as i webbed us back to the arena.
Reaching the garage, we saw that there were yellow tapes all around, with Mehek being seated into a bed.
"THATS MY SISTER PLEASE. WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?" He screamed and cried. "IS THAT BHIM UNCLE? OH GOD PAV IS GOING TO BE DEVASTATED. PLEASE I BEG YOU, LET ME SEE HER! DONT TAKE MEHEK AWAY FROM ME. PLEASE. please. Mehek. MEheK PLEASE. PLEAse. DON'T TAKE HER AWAY! LET ME SEE HER!" He was shattered. He tried to get through the tape, but being stopped by the people inside.
"Makdi man or whatever your name is- can you get me to the hospital? Where they're taking Mehek. Please. I want to see her. They're taking her away from me." He turned to me, with tears still in his eyes.
I nod in approval, hugging him again and webbing him to wherever the ambulance was going, him taking out his phone, calling his parents.
"Maa. Maa something happened - to Mehek. Mumma" tears rolled down his eyes, he rested his face on my shoulder, my hoodie soaking in all the tears. "Im sending - you my- my location. Just come to the ho- there." He cried.
I couldn't stand to see him so broken. All my heart was filled with was rage. The one thing i want is for Mehek to be brought to justice. Im going to end whoever stabbed her. I'm going to avenge her, even if it leads me to the same fate.
Even Bhim Uncle's last words were "with great power, comes great responsibility, because who else was going to save her?" If i couldn't help her, I'll avenge her.
A/N
OH MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT HOLY SHIT. Okay yea i must admit i cried writing that. I didn't think that i myself would cry at that scene when i first imagined it like 2 days ago. Damn that was heart wrenching goddamn. Anyways, keep crying.
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