American Comics: The Law of Strength

Chapter 90: No Forgiveness

The cemetery at night is a place of slaughter and gloom.

The dark sky shimmered with starlight, scattered dots on the cemetery through the gaps between the branches.

There is a damp smell and the smell of carrion in the cemetery, which makes the whole place even more eerie.

In the quiet environment, only the sound of the wind and birdsong echoes in the silence of the cemetery.

The stone monuments, tombstones, and stone carvings in the cemetery look gloomy and heavy when bathed in the moonlight.

The name and date engraved on the stone tablet seem to be a memorial and contemplation of the life lost.

The trees in the cemetery are disheveled and some are dry and withered, which seems to suggest the brevity of life and the ruthlessness of death.

Some tombstones are surrounded by barren grass and vines, adding to the decay and barren atmosphere.

In front of a tombstone, a young girl stood quietly in front of a tombstone, under the soft moonlight, her snow-white skin glowed as if it was reflecting, and her short golden hair fluttered with the breeze.

The originally terrifying scene has become more dream-like beauty due to the girl's presence.

Gwen hadn't been to the cemetery where her best friend's body was buried in a long time, and to be precise, she hadn't been here since Peter's funeral.

Not only because she did not dare or want to see the grave of her best friend who was buried here because of her mistakes, but also because since that day... After she accidentally kills her best friend Peter Parker, she begins to fear all things about death.

Even now, there was a voice roaring in her head.

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

What the hell are you going crazy about? This is something that will never happen, you personally watch him be buried! So, before making a mistake, doing something stupid to disturb his rest, forget about this stupid thought, and get out of here immediately!

Gwen clutched the mask in her hand, her body trembled slightly, and she continued to endure her inner torment.

She wanted to shout loudly and release the pressure and pain of doubt in her heart, but in the end she didn't say a word, just let the tears roll in her eyes.

She felt like someone trapped in an abyss, unable to escape, and she knew that she could not continue without completely eliminating the doubts in her heart.

The cold wind caressed her cheeks, and she brushed her fingertips over the surface of the familiar tombstone, and the chill on the stone seemed to sink into the marrow.

Looking at the photo on the tombstone, Gwen, who had finally made up her mind, pursed her moist lips and murmured.

"Long time no see, Peter, I'm sorry to come to see you in so long, and I still have empty hands, but I have to understand that it is too late, the flower shop is closed, but I promise to compensate you next time."

Then she smiled lightly and said:

"I know that if you are here, you will definitely be unhappy and say that I have made too many promises that cannot be paid, so since I owe you forever, let me owe you more."

Gwen exhaled deeply, her eyes still shining with pain, but she had gradually calmed down, she picked up the shovel, but buried those painful emotions deep in her heart.

The cemetery was quiet in the middle of the night, only the sound of Gwen's shovel hitting the cold dirt on the grave echoed in the silence.

She crouched by the grave and dug hard into the dirt with a shovel.

Her movements were slow and calm, appearing very focused and serious.

And when she saw the corners of the coffin made of wood, she simply put the shovel aside and cleaned up the remaining dirt with her bare hands.

During the whole process, she did not make a sound, only sporadic cicada chirping and the blowing of the night breeze.

The darkness and slaughter in the cemetery, as well as Gwen's thin and lonely back, are intertwined to form an eerie and moving picture.

Before she knew it, she had finally dug up the grave completely.

The wooden coffin lies quietly in the deepest part of the tomb, surrounded by darkness.

However, Gwen's pupils contracted sharply, and her eyes widened a little.

I saw that there was a very obvious irregular hole in the middle of the wooden coffin, and the mouth of the hole had been filled with mud at this time.

Gwen bit her lips, her face became a little pale, and her right hand subconsciously held the ring on the tail finger of her left hand, but as the coffin slipped, her tight nerves suddenly relaxed.

From the gap in the opening of the hole above the coffin, the blurred outline inside can be seen.

Although it is difficult to see the specific appearance, it is also possible to tell that it seems to be a human figure.

Gwen caressed her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, the sense of peace that her doubts had finally not become a reality and the guilt of disturbing the rest of her best friend welled up at the same time, making her whole person fall into a complex and contradictory emotion.

The constant ups and downs of emotions in a short period of time made Gwen's whole person become a little tired, but her face finally showed a reassuring expression.

She sat by the newly dug earthen pit, one hand gently stroking the tiny cracks in the coffin, and the simple patterns that had been eroded by time and had become blurred and pale.

"Oh, I owe you again, Peter, I probably owe you more than eighty times, but this is the last time, I swear."

Then she stood up lightly, slapped off the clay on her body, and prepared to pick up the shovel to bury the coffin again, but with her movements, the coffin slipped further, revealing the corpses they wrapped in that had begun to decompose.

Although the body was no longer recognizable, and the clothes she was wearing were only large pieces of cloth, Gwen recognized the familiar uniform that she had seen on her father's body every day.

The heart that had just calmed down was beating violently again, as if it was about to burst with the slightest pressure.

Even though reason shouted that that that could not happen, the situation in front of her made Gwen no longer calm down, she gritted her teeth and threw the shovel aside, and then clenched her fists and directly doubled the hole in the coffin again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! "

After a dull sound, Gwen simply ripped off the entire coffin lid and threw it aside like a piece of paper, and as the coffin lid disappeared, the unique smell of decay and death of the grave gushed out of the coffin, floating in the cold air, and the true appearance of the whole corpse was also exposed to Gwen...

Even if it is decomposed, it can be recognized that the body is more than one meter and eight meters tall, plus the uniform on its body and the broken walkie-talkie on its shoulder, the logo on the torn fabric, and the shiny police badge have completely explained the identity of the corpse.

Gwen only felt that her brain was blank, and her blood seemed to have solidified and turned into ice, but it seemed to be boiling.

Suddenly, she heard slight footsteps behind her.

Gwen quietly turned around, and sure enough, he found a figure standing at the entrance of the cemetery, his entire body melted into the shadows, but he could still see the two pointed "ears" on the top of the man's head.

"Gwen..."

The figure called her name, and this time the voice was no longer low and hoarse, but something she thought she was about to forget... The voice of a best friend...

Peter slowly emerged from the shadows and walked into the moonlight, then he approached slowly, stopping a few meters away from Gwen.

Peter didn't open his mouth to clarify or defend anything, just stood quietly in place, he didn't hide his voice and was already confessing, and the other actions were meaningless.

Ever since he saw Gwen dig his grave through the crows, he knew he had no room for manoeuvre.

Originally, on the driver's way here, Peter was still hesitant to call George Stacy to excuse himself, but he eventually gave up.

Because whether it is an excuse or a delay, it is meaningless at this time, and it can even be said that the current situation is already helpless.

If it had been before the dinner, he could have fooled around with lies like parallel worlds, but now if he said so, Gwen would surely not accept it. Rather, this attitude will only irritate her even more.

After all, he knew the girl in front of him too well.

Although she usually doesn't care about anything and looks like she is out of the box, she is very serious about her family and important friends.

Originally, Gwen killed Peter Parker by mistake precisely because his transformed lizardman was attacking her friends.

At this time, although Gwen did not make any movement, just stood straight and did not move, her eyes were straight and angry at Peter.

Gwen pressed hard against her chest, and nowhere's nowhere anger burst out of her pupils.

And Peter kept telling himself that he was not Peter Parker, there was no need to carry the pot for him, but he still couldn't help but feel weak, this was the first time Peter had seen Gwen so angry, even when he saw Fisk send someone to attack her father, he didn't see Gwen angry like this.

Not to mention the explanation, at this time, he couldn't even face Gwen head-on, so he could only stand there silently.

Time seemed to freeze between the two, and the two maintained a posture, neither of them intended to open their mouths to break the silence.

I don't know how long it took, Gwen finally put away her gaze, which almost set everything on fire, and then made a cold, as if condemning sound.

"Take the helmet off or I'll break it."

The emotions contained in a simple sentence were so complex that even Peter, who had the subtle observation of a demon hunter, could not distinguish what was going on in Gwen's heart at this time.

Sighing secretly, Peter prepared to take off his helmet without the slightest hesitation.

From Gwen's attitude, you can see that she has confirmed her identity very much, and now asking him to take off his helmet is probably just to have a face-to-face conversation.

However, just as Peter clasped his helmet with both hands and was about to take it off, Gwen suddenly moved.

She rushed straight over as Peter had just moved his helmet to block her vision.

Gwen's speed was so fast that even the dirt she stepped on splashed everywhere, but in an instant she rushed in front of Peter, and then a white fist shadow meteor stabbed Peter's cheek.

Peter subconsciously cast the Quinn Magic Seal, and a pale yellow light immediately enveloped Peter's whole body, and a transparent mana shield appeared.

However, the moment Gwen's fist was just attached to the defensive cover, with a light sound like glass shattering, a visible crack spread out on the defensive shield, and after delaying Gwen for less than half a second, her fist was printed on Peter's cheek.

The plastic Batman helmet immediately shattered and turned into black fragments in the sky, and Peter was also punched back a few steps.

Gwen didn't intend to let Peter go like this, she rushed to Peter again with an arrow, grabbed Peter by the collar with one hand, and dragged Peter in front of her.

She stared at his face quietly, and although she was very sure of Peter's identity, her eyes were still difficult to conceal.

She then stared into Peter's eyes without asking for an explanation or any questions.

Instead of burning anger in her pupils, she looked at Peter sadly, and the sound that had just sounded in her throat was immediately swallowed.

Gwen's appearance made Peter reluctantly give up the idea of resisting, reluctantly pulled out a smile, and quietly looked at Gwen.

She loosened Peter's collar for a moment, and then, once again, she re-gripped it with even stronger force.

However, the raised fist could not be beaten, and in the end, it was only lightly printed on Peter's chest.

It was obviously using a weak force for ordinary people, but it made Peter uncomfortable, even more unbearable than the punch that Gwen smashed his helmet.

Gwen silently withdrew his fist and opened the distance in one step and two steps.

Sighing softly, Peter reached out and grabbed the slender wrist that wanted to leave his chest, and once again embraced Gwen into his arms.

And this time Gwen did not resist in the slightest, she leaned into Peter's arms, quietly lowered her head, grabbed the corner of Peter's clothes with both hands and pressed her forehead against Peter's chest, she closed her eyes and let the tears slide silently.

"Peter?"

"Hmm..."

"Peter Parker?"

"Hmm..."

"Peter!"

“..."

Peter helplessly stroked Gwen's hair and apologized softly.

"Sorry for hiding from you for so long, I just... Not ready..."

Hearing this familiar statement, Gwen couldn't help but stroke the ring on the tail finger of his left hand and whispered:

"Now I don't owe you those eighty times, but you owe me."

After whispering in a voice as weak as a child, Gwen quietly let go of the hand that was holding Peter's clothes and wrapped his arms around Peter with his backhand.

This time she did not resist this nostalgic warm embrace, she enjoyed the feeling of peace and comfort that she had been away for a long time.

Then she muttered quietly.

"But don't forget, I haven't forgiven you yet..."

(End of chapter)