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[center][b]Peter Parker[/b][/center]
	The last days of summer break were winding down and that meant one thing: the beginning of a new year of school.  Peter has always marveled at how even though when school starts up (and eventually ends), no one really notices his decreased (or increases, if school is out) activity in the crime fighting world.  If the criminals were smart, they would be active during school hours.  Heck, if they were really smart, they would not pursue a criminal career in New York City.  The superhero to ATM/bank ration is probably the highest in New York City.

	Peter swung around the streets of Manhattan, trying to get a few more patrols in before his summer break comes to an end.  Plus, sometimes swinging high up among the towering buildings of the Empire State.  Peter wondered about what the hunched-over green man said last night.  Whether he actually did kill Gwen.  After beginning to feel some self-guilt, Peter shook it off, convincing himself that if he had not tried to save Gwen, she would still have suffered a terrible end (maybe even a worse one than she received).

	This round of the city was rather uneventful.  A few small-time petty thieves whom Peter effortlessly disarmed and wrapped up so that they would be sitting there, intending that they would be there when the police arrive so that they could be arrested and taken away.  Right before he started his way back towards Queens, Peter heard an explosion and several screams.  Turning immediately around, he darted toward the origin of the disturbance.

	When Peter landed on the roof of a nearby car, he saw what was causing the ruckus and it was not something he ever would have expected.  Peter thought it would have been some new criminal trying to make a name for himself.  Heck, he would be less surprised by a man in a rhino suit than by what stood before him.  A human sized (or a little bit larger), bipedal Triceratops that had metallic horns stood in the middle of the street.

	“What in the world are you supposed to be?”  Peter was scratching his head on this one.  While the whole “human raptor” hybrid thing from last night was indeed crazy, this one might take the cake.  “A terrible rip-off of the weekly monster villain from Power Rangers?  If so, you are pulling it perfectly.”

	The bipedal Triceratops stared Peter down.  Its expression almost made it seem like that monster could hardly understand him.

	“KILLER UNICORN!”  The monster shouted, as if that was the only English it knew (or at least knew to say).

	“Unicorn?”  Peter was puzzled by the monster’s statement.  How could that thing be a unicorn?  “I don’t want to be the one to break this to you, but you’re not a unicorn.  You’re what we call a Triceratops.”

	Once Peter had pointed out the ‘mistake’ in the monster’s name, a glow began to appear on the tips of the metallic projections that were located where a normal triceratop’s horns would have been.   After a few seconds, the ‘Killer Unicorn’ thrusted its arms back horizontally, causing two energy bolts to fly toward Peter.  While the bolts actually hit the car on which he was perched, Peter used his spider-sense to leap back off the car and dodge it when it went flying backwards.

	“Fine, you’re a unicorn!  You didn’t have to blow up that car!”