My apartment was only five blocks from the bar so I decided to walk home. It was a walk I had made a few times before with no complications. I lit up a cigarette and began my 3 a.m. stroll, my heels clicking one after the other against the sidewalk.
I heard some shuffling noises in the 14th street alleyway. I paused. A man dressed in all black with a black ski mask jumped out from behind the dumpster and ran towards me. My heart fell to my stomach and I screamed. The man grabbed my purse and put his arm around my neck, having me in a chokehold.
“You’re mine now,” the man said, and I knew I was in survival mode.
I was shaking. I closed my eyes, when all of a sudden, his arm was removed from around my neck. I opened my eyes back up. The man was lying on the pavement in front of me and overtop of his body stood Spiderman. I let out a sigh of relief. I wanted to hug the superhero, but as soon as I stretched my arms out he shot a web and took off into the night.
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