"You hesitate.", a voice, low and stern, rang through the teen's head.

"Are you merely going to stand and wait? Death awaits him if so. Have you lost your sense of courage, of justice? Were your actions before a mere mistake? Did his final breath mean nothing?", it taunted, knowing the response that he would give.

"With great power comes great responsibility.", Uncle Ben's weak voice crawled out from the depths of his mind, whispering the same words that had gone through his mind nearly every day for years now, only to have...somehow... forgotten recently. Ben, the uncle that had been by his side in the toughest of times. Ben, the man who had taught Peter how to be good. Ben, the one who made Peter Parker Spider-Man because the boy had hesitated. God, how had Peter forgotten about Ben? 

"Never.", Peter muttered out with finality. All of a sudden, Peter's head throbbed, much harder than any other pain he's ever felt. Even the period in which he had gotten sick from the bite didn't hurt as much as it did at that instant. The voice in his mind laughed, almost delighted. "Good. Now, let us form a pact.

I am thou. Thou art I. Thou art willing to perform acts for the sake of thine own truth. Call upon my name, and release thy passionate rage. Show the strength of thy will to ascertain by spirit alone, spiting the chains given by Fate!"

"Stop!", Peter called, surprised when the guard did so. The queen slowly turned around, gaze cold. "What was that?", she asked, accent gone. The teen straightened his posture to appear taller. "You heard me.", he growled out with a scowl. He wasn't going to let someone hurt somebody else and let them get away with it. Not if he had a choice.

She stopped for a moment, before tutting her lips. "Such a shame, Peter Parker. I had heard nothing but high praise about you. One would think that you would be more respectful to your superiors. But, since you offer to go first, who am I to refuse?", the woman remarked, confidence back with her accent. With a mere tilt of her head, the guard dropped Flash and pointed the sword at Peter. The teen who had bullied him not long ago fell to the ground, struggling to breathe.

All of a sudden, the pain stopped, and everything was quiet. Only for a moment though. The same adrenaline, the same fiery emotions that had coursed through his blood long ago, back when he decided to become a superhero, had returned with twice as much passion. And it seemed that everyone else in the room felt his passion through the form of a gust of wind.

It was then that Peter felt a mask manifest on him. It was different from Spider-Man mask, it looked closer to a mask he might've recognized from a Halloween Party. It was a striking bright red, with a white spider web lining as a pattern. It covered around the eyes and nose, but not much further than that. Perplexed, Peter grabbed at the mask only to realize how difficult it was for him to pull off. Still, he grabbed and pulled and tugged at the mask, pulling off his own skin in the process of taking the mask off.

But when he did?

It was like a weight that he never knew was there was taken off his shoulders. A tension that was caught in his chest was released. A power that he had tried to repress for so long was allowed to be unleashed.

And boy did it feel good.

Peter's Persona emerged from the blue flames the teen had lit, engulfing him as they grew and morphed into a silhouette that towered over the queen and her guards as they cowered in fear. Slowly, the flames moved to his back, revealing Parker, carrying a mischievous smirk. He looked out at the threat and moved his arms out as if pushing his enemies out of his way. From behind, a huge gush of wind knocked them away like nothing.

Flash stood back, gaping in awe. "Wh-what the..."

Seeing the teen's reaction, Peter turned around, cooling down from the power high he had just experienced. He let out a breath in awe; both had forgotten about the queen and her guards.

Swirling chains and light blue flames surrounded the towering figure that had no face, only piercing green eyes and an ear-to-ear grin. He looked to be wearing a vibrantly colored red tie with a three-piece suit, with white gloves that covered the entirety of his hands, making the fingers long and thin, as if they consisted of nothing but bone. He looked to have horns similar to that of a goat, and ginormous wings that surrounded him.

"I am the burglar of the moonlight--Rhodenbarr. I am the rebel's soul that exists within you. Should you accept, I may permit you to use my power to get yourself out of this crisis." Peter merely raised an eyebrow, smirk from before returning. The spirit merely nodded, needing no verbal communication.

"You dare disrespect--Guards!", the woman shouted before pointing towards Peter in disgust. "Kill that one first. And try not to make too much of a mess. I won't have peasant blood spattered all over a perfectly good dungeon chamber." On cue, the forms of the knights disappeared, revealing entirely new ones that Peter, well, couldn't describe if asked. They looked more like Jack-o-Lantern's carrying lamps. They looked kind of silly actually.

"Shall we?", the Persona offered as Peter took a battle stance. He had no idea what he was doing.

"Detest your enemies! Then turn thy rage into power!", Rhodenbarr encouraged, emerging from the flames after the mask disappeared again. The teen took a deep breath, slowly closing his eyes before reemerging with a neutral expression. He snapped his fingers, and the enemy was attacked by an emerging ray of...something.

The lanterns swung themselves at him, managing to land a hit on him. Wasn't a hard hit, though. Almost kind of pathetic, actually. Parker simply chuckled before snapping his fingers again, making the same attack on the other enemy.

"Use your strength. Use your skills. You certainly know how to.", the spirit commanded as Peter dodged the second wave of attacks. The teen nodded to himself, shooting the web-shooters at the lantern, taking it from his enemy. Shifting the grip in his hand, he swung it back at the first attacker, causing them to vanish into dust, before moving to do the same with the other.

Once the battle was finished, and he collected his rewards (which was an alright amount of money--probably enough to buy lunch at school), Peter finally took a moment to observe the lack of enemies. "Did I...kill them?", he asked himself, looking down at his white-glove-with-black-webbing-pattern-covered hands. Speaking of the gloves, Peter also took a moment to observe his new...outfit.

It looked similar to Rhodenbarr, in a sense, but certainly more adjusted for stealth. The suit was covered by a jacket that matched the red of his mask (which wasn't going away now), fitting to cover his entire frame with the collar popped. The tie wasn't included, and it was more fit to the skin than what Rhodenbarr's was. Which made sense, as they were going to be running and jumping around to get out of here. (Whenever he got the first opportunity to look at himself in the mirror, he noted a major similarity to Tony Stark probably wearing something similar.)

"Dude...", Flash breathed out, finally getting up. "What...was that?", he asked, staring at Peter with a whole new level of respect. "Hell if I know.", the teen answered honestly, turning to look over at the student. "You alright?" Flash nodded, but was quick to respond, "I could ask you the same. Those screams sounded like something hurt." Parker nodded. "Honestly? My brain is fried.", he remarked, chuckling slightly.

"What happened to Miss Prim and Proper?", Peter asked, only to be met with little more than a shrug. "She took off in the middle of your fight." Giving a small sigh of relief, the two turned to look at each other. Most of the time, these two wouldn't seem like they could be in the same room for any longer than necessary. But in circumstances like this...

"Think she'll leave us alone?", Flash asked as Peter opened the cell door. "Hopefully long enough for us to get out of here.", Parker answered, taking the lead out. Flash had no complaints.

"You ready?", Peter asked as they looked out towards the prison hall. After a moment's hesitation, Thompson nodded. "Yeah."