"And this is a group of genetically altered lizards, a project I've been working on," I listened as Doc. Conners explained about these new creatures he was raising in his lab, trying not to dose off. Eddie Brock, a freshman in college and Peter and my friend, sat next to me, looking sleepy. It was only me, him, and the Doc in the lab today, since his wife and son were out of town. "So, what do you need us to do, Doc?" I asked, hoping to save us from more boring lectures. "I need you two to feed and water these lizards, and make sure all 15 are accounted for. I have- other matters to attend to," The Doc went into his office, and closed the door. "Remind me again, why are we the only ones working here?" I asked Eddie, who
was grabbing a bag of lizard feed from under the counter.
"Let's see…Your cousin's been fired for the whole Lizard incident, and Gwen just couldn't make it today. Now let's round up the lizards," I sighed. Eddie poured the food, while I counted the lizards. 12, 13, 14. "Eddie, there's only 14 lizards in here," He looked panicked for a minute. "That's not good.
We'd better find that lizard, and fast," I started searching around the lab with Eddie, looking in every crack and crevice. I found the lizard behind a box, clinging to the wall. It was bright green, and its sides heaved as it breathed. "Nice lizard," I cooed, sticking a hand out to grab it. It tilted its head, as if it sensed what I was doing. Then, without warning, it lashed out and sank its teeth into my finger. "Ow!" I let out a cry of pain, and grasped it up.
"What happened?" Eddie asked me, taking the lizard and putting it in the cage. "N-Nothing. I just scratched my finger, that's all," Now I know where Peter gets his lousy ability to lie from. I went to get some water for the lizards, not sure if Eddie had done that already, when I felt it. A strange tingling in the back of my skull, like someone was tickling the inside of my head with a feather.
I felt a pain in my gut, a burning pain, like I'd been shot. I doubled over, my vision wavering for a minute. "Maia?" Eddie called, seeing that I was hurting. "Bath…room," I choked out, though it even hurt to talk. He pointed me to one, and I ran in there, puking into the toilet bowl. The pain ceased to lessen in my stomach, and was spreading rapidly. Someone's there. I sense him. I hear him. But who? What's happening? I collapsed on the floor of the bathroom, and blacked out.