“Ben? Why is the door locked?” May asked.
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The door handle moved slightly and stopped. I had forgotten to lock it before investigating the bag. I felt the back of my head tingle and grabbed a web shooter and shot my bedroom door handle and part of the door frame. It had a red mark on it and if I read it correctly, it was the warehouse where Spider-Man had captured the drug dealers. Two mini-uzi machine guns, twenty handguns, ten knives of various sizes, a handful of spare clips, and the city's safe house map. I moved some of it around and caught my breath when I saw what was underneath the cash. It was all different denominations, some of it in neat bundles and some of it wadded up like it had been shoved in from a huge pile. I shook my head at myself for being a pussy about it and opened the bag. I took it down from the top shelf and hesitated, even though I had to open the thing. I sighed, because if I knew me as well as I know I did, I would have put something very important inside that bag. At least, I didn't think I wanted to remember.
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Whatever drug-addled me did, I didn't want to remember. I was tempted to not open it, because I was sure that I didn't want to know what was in it.
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I went to the closet and opened it up, only to stare at five more completed security devices and another collapsible black gym bag that was just as full as the one with all of my equipment in it. It was then that I realized the drug-addled me was a bit of a condescending jerk for not writing out what he meant when he clearly could have. Right underneath the device were six sheets of paper that were filled with the instructions, the steps, the patent forms, and a little note reminding me to look on the top shelf of my closet. My yet-to-be-patented and fully functioning security device was beside my bed and I wasn't sure how I had built the thing without machining the custom parts it would need. I thought about going through it all, piece by piece, to find out where I had gotten some of it, then abandoned that idea, because I found what I had made. I didn't clue in to what happened until I had somehow managed to get all of the crap on my floor packed into garbage bags. I stared at the mass of debris on my floor and I wondered what I had done with all of the cannibalized parts. In honor of my 10,000th comment and 4,000,000th word posted on this site, I'm releasing another chapter! Yay! Here's another 3,140 words for you.Īfter we dropped off the groceries at the apartment, I excused myself and went to my room.