Dear who ever reads this, I take it I have become a D.C. 'Catwoman', but I was not always like this.

When I was younger, people used to say my eyes were the color of all knowing and danger. The gold that surrounds the black was the absolute knowledge while the green on the outside was pure mischief and incredble power. That one day I'd have the world eating out of the plam of my hand for I would be 'almighty'. As I got older, they told me, I was beautiful in a captivating way. That girls like me would never have to work a day in her life because there would always be people ready and willing to do it for me. That my personality and looks could convince a rich man to jump off a bridge, but my eyes had enough charm to get him to marry me first. I cant say that they've been wrong. Very accurate in fact. As the years have gone by, my eyes have gotten darker and more 'exotic'. More and more people have 'succumbed to my will.' Often I've been informed that by just looking into my eyes, they have been able to hear my thoughts, or felt prompted to do something in my benifit. My eyes change color depending on my mood, but lately they've been getting deeper and deeper green, brighter and brighter gold. I've been on a high power trip for no reason, but one can only assume it has to do with my eyes and their increase in color. I feel, the more brilliant color they posses, the more 'power' over people and my environment i gain. I do fear however, that one day, I will live up to and beyond my set standards as possed by others and the universe but with all power comes blindness and eventually you fall. For as Harvey Dent once said, "You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villan." I for one am certian that I can not die at my own hands, or by rage from others. My death is well written to be great and purposefull, its planned. But I know, I shant die a hero. Maybe a villan, but more along the inspiration of catwoman if you will. Self serving with little remorse, some humanity intact but we both know we're well above average man. This was not intended to be a story of amusement, but as a silent cry for help, for one day the power will take full control, enough time without the cure, the full moon will fully transform the normal person into a pedigree werewolf, my eyes will change me. I just want this as proof, documentation, that I called it. I was right. When I have the world feeding me grapes, we all saw it coming, so dont blame me, it was my eyes, the soul of the universe.

-Yours truely,

Crissy Richard Madlock.