Sorry it's been so long. I have been in sort of a funk having to do with my father's death. It's been over a year since he passed, but it's still hard getting used to it. I'm still working on an update for Reign and The Beast Within. It's just taking longer than usual. So for now, I hope you enjoy this update to "The Spider."


"Miss Osborn needs an update. Where are you now?" Octavious growled into the two way radio device.

"I observed her home for most of the morning, and saw no sign of her. I figured she must have left before I arrived, so I followed the blonde boy she usually spends her time with."

"And?"

"I've followed him to an old warehouse a few miles outside of the Middleton city limits. I'm fixing to go in for a closer inspection."

"Just make sure you aren't spotted." Octavious said before he ended the transmission. "Why do I surround myself with inferior breeds of the human species?" Octavious asked himself as he rubbed his temples.

"Dr. Octavious!" Dr. Amy Hall called out, making him groan.

"Speaking of which." The man groaned to himself as he walked to the large view screen that the heavy set woman had been looking at for days. "What is it?"

"We have to find out how to explain this to Miss Osborn." Amy said as she displayed Kim's DNA strain in a 3D model on the screen.

"Why not just flat out tell me the truth." Sharon said as she entered the lab. "I'm waiting." She said.

"Given the evidence we've already gathered about the test subject, I finally recognized the DNA sequence I had spotted earlier." Amy said as she let Sharon look at the 3D model.

"I don't see anything." Sharon said.

"Because you aren't looking hard enough." Dr. Hall said as she isolated a section and magnified it. As Sharon stepped closer and observed the display in front of her, her brow began to furrow.

"This isn't right." she said to himself. "If I'm reading these sequences right . . . . but that's impossible." She said to himself.

"Now you see it." Amy said as she highlighted what they were looking at. "This genome shouldn't be there in a normal human DNA chain."

"And where did it come from?" Sharon asked.

Dr. Amy Hall brought up the footage of Kim being bit during the field trip, and zoomed in on the section of video where the spider bit into the flesh of Kim's hand. She then brought up the DNA of the spiders Oscorp had created and placed it parallel to Kim's DNA. Several sections of both DNA were highlighted with the bold words "MATCH FOUND" highlighted above them.

"I don't know how it's even possible, but the spider has passed several of its genetic traits onto Miss Possible." Dr. Hall said as she scratched the back of her head.

"Oh my God." Sharon groaned as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in frustration.

"It explains why she became so sick and her recovery." Otto said.

"Do we have proof that her DNA has been altered?" Sharon asked the two scientists.

"Actually, we do." Otto said as he played the footage his henchman had recorded.

The footage started with Kim almost being run over by the SUV until she leapt onto it, ran and leap again. The footage showed the car speeding away from the school, and taking a sharp turn. As it did, the camera came loose and began to fall. As it did, Otto froze the footage and zoomed in on the Middleton high school sign. Clinging to the side of it perfectly was Kim Possible.

"She was bitten by one of your spiders, and now she's a freak." Sharon said to herself as she looked at the footage that was in front of her and began to feel her temper begin to rise. "Amy, I want those spiders in a sealed lab and run every test that you know of on them. Otto, do we still have eyes on the girl?"

"I have her under observation right now." He said.

"As soon as he gets any footage, I want it sent here. I don't care if it's footage of her taking a piss, I want every bit of it analyzed to find out what the long term effects on her are." Sharon said as she turned and left the lab as she pulled out her cell phone. "This is Miss Osborn. I need my brother found at once. The board of directors is calling an emergency meeting." Sharon said.


The warehouse had certainly seen better days. Ron remembered when he was smaller, right around the time he and Kim had met, this place had looked slightly better when it was still open. Now, it was nothing more than a shell of what it had been. The fence surrounding the place had several holes in it, and there were no security guards. The only thing to keep people out was the rusty barbed wire at the top of the fence. The entrance to the warehouse was missing a door, and looked like it had been missing for years judging bow how rusty the entrance and door frame itself was. As Ron entered the warehouse and was greeted with a massive empty space with a few shelves, large rotting wooden spools, and several chains hanging from the ceiling, there wasn't much to be seen in the rusted out place. There were several rusted out holes in the ceiling, and most of the windows were either without glass or only had several shards of various sizes and shapes. The sunlight filtering through the holes and windows almost gave it an almost artistic feel to it. Still, it was a very gloomy looking place. The last time they ventured in here was when they were in third grade and Ron thought it was haunted. All those feeling he had felt when he was a child were starting to resurface as he journeyed deeper into the warehouse. Thankfully, it wasn't long until he found wade sitting in a folding chair and using one of the wooden spools that was still in good shape as a table for his laptop computer. Wait a minute. Wade? OUTSIDE HIS ROOM?!

"W-Wade? I-is that really you?" Ron asked in almost complete shock.

"Hi to you too, Ron." The child genius said as he typed away at his keyboard.

"Sorry. It's just that you – YOU – are outside your room. I mean – WOW!" Ron said as he blinked his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"Kim asked me to help her out." Wade said with a small smile.

"Yeah, she wanted me here too. I wonder what's taking her so long." Ron said as he looked for his best friend.

"Oh, she's been here for a while." Wade said.

"Then where is she?" Ron asked.

"I'm up here, Ron!" Kim said, but her voice sounded distant. More than distant, it sounded like it was coming from above him? Ron looked up and gasped as he saw Kim, her hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a blue gymnastics uniform that showed off her well toned and in-shape body as well as a strange looking pair of red boots. And she was walking along one of the old metal beams like it was nothing out of the ordinary.

"KP?! How did you get up there?!" Ron shouted as he watched her walk and giggle at his reaction.

"I climbed up here." She said simply as she stretched. "Wade thought it would be a good idea to gauge my new 'abilities' until he found a way to make me normal again." Kim said. "Are you ready yet, Wade?" Kim asked the young prodigy.

"Everything's calibrated, and the camera is recording. Ready whenever you are." Wade called out as Ron sat on a near by wooden spool.

Kim took a few deep breaths before she slowly began to do several slow flips and cartwheel's along the metal beam before coming to a stop and going into a crouch with both hands and feet sticking to the metal beam perfectly. Staying like she was, she crawled off the support beam and onto the ceiling, trying to keep a steady breath and not freak out at the fact that she was defying gravity and crawling along the ceiling of a massive warehouse.

"How can she do that? I mean, shouldn't she be falling?" Ron asked.

"As long as she keeps a hand or a foot planted on a surface, she won't fall." Wade said.

As Kim kept her breathing calm, she concentrated on trying to make it to the next support beam in front of her as she navigated around the various rusted out holes that were in the ceiling. She was almost half way to the next beam when the buzzing sensation in her head returned in full.

"Ah, crap." Kim said to herself as she heard the metal she was clinging to begin to groan.

"KIM, MOVE!" Wade shouted as the section of ceiling she was on began to come loose.

A spark of fear flew through her head as she leapt off the roof to try and get away. As she began to fall, she remembered she had been hanging form the ceiling and was now heading for what would be a very painful death. Looking for some way to save herself, she quickly grabbed a near by chain and began to swing through the air. Fearing she wasn't at a safe distance, she quickly let go and firmly grasped another chain as she began to swing again. Kim was feeling exhilarated as she felt a rush flow through her. It was short lived as she realized she didn't know what she was doing as she soon found herself swinging into one of the old shelves and crashed into it with a loud thud before falling to the ground and hitting the concrete on her side. A groan of pain escaped her lips as she pushed herself upward as she felt her arm and hip give her a kick in the butt for the fall.

"KP, are you all right? How many fingers am I holding up?" Ron asked as he held his hand up in front of Kim.

"Five fingers, and I'm fine. The only thing hurt is my pride." Kim said as she stood to her feet and rotated her soar shoulder to make sure nothing was broke. As she came to take a seat close to Wade, he began using the Kimmunicator to make sure she was all right.

"Incredible. Even from that height, you should have broken something. But nothing's broken. Not even dislocated." Wade said as he looked at the scan's results.

"Tell that to my shoulder." Kim groaned.

"How did you move so fast?" Wade asked her.

"What are you talking about?"

"You jumped off the ceiling right when I was warning you." Wade said.

"No I didn't. Did I?" Kim asked.

"I saw the ceiling about to collapse, and I tried to warn you. But right when I started shouting, you leapt off of it." Wade said and played back the footage he recorded. To Kim's utter surprise, she saw that her young friend was indeed telling her the truth. "How did you know the ceiling was unstable?"

"I felt that weird, buzzing sensation in my head again. It was like I – I didn't know what was going to happen. Just that something bad was fixing to happen to me." She said.

"The spider sense again?" Ron asked her.

"An early warning system. Not bad." Wade said. "Every time Kim is in immanent danger, her spider sense starts to tingle. That should be able to help you avoid dangers and traps on future missions."

"Future missions? Wait a minute, Wade. How long is it going to take you to create a cure?" Kim asked him.

"Kim, your DNA is fundamentally altered. I'm not a genetics expert, and this is still a new field. Kim, I'm gonna work on this until I find a way to reverse what's going on with you. But it may take months, maybe even years, before I can reverse what's been happened to you." Wade said.

"You've got to be kidding me, Wade." Kim moaned.

"KP, it isn't that bad." Ron said as Rufus peeked out of his pocket and nodded with him in agreement.

"Not that bad? Ron, what if this gets out? You know how everyone out there is acting towards mutants. If word gets out that I've turned into this, no one is going to trust me anymore!" Kim said.

"I refuse to believe that. Look at all the good you've done. All the people you've saved." Ron said.

"It doesn't matter, Ron. They'll forget all about that and treat me like I'm some kind of – of freak." Kim said.

"I hate to say this, but she's got a point." Wade said.

"Not you too." Ron groaned as Rufus hoped out of Ron's pocket and scurried up Kim's side and perched on her shoulder to try and make her feel better.

"I'm sorry, Ron; but, it's the truth. Every time people are faced with something they don't understand; they usually have a negative reaction to it. Look at what happened with the Human Torch and the Sub-Mariner back in the forties. Even now, with the group of mutants that calls themselves the X-Men. We're going to have to keep this a secret." Wade said.

"So we don't tell anyone? Not even our parents?" Ron asked.

"Especially our parents!" Kim said as she looked up. She had never thought about what her parents reaction would be. She knew her brothers loved watching the stories about mutants on the news, and even more so with stories about the vigilante group known as the X-Men that Wade had just mentioned. But she saw the looks of worry on her parents' faces every time they saw those stories. How would they react if they found out her daughter was a mutant now? Would they accept her or be ashamed? She couldn't tell them. She couldn't tell anyone. Wade was right. This had to be a secret for right now. "We just keep this between us until Wade can find a cure." Kim said.

"Then that leaves us with another problem. What about your missions?" Ron asked as Rufus nodded his hairless head in agreement.

"We'll just say I'm stopping so I can focus on my classes. After all, we'll have to start applying to colleges soon." Kim said.

"KP, are you sure about this? We've been helping people for a while now. Do you think they'll understand?" Ron asked.

"More importantly, can you give it up so easily? No offence Kim, but you get more excited about missions than Ron at a Comic Con." Wade said.

"I don't get that excited." Ron said, defending himself.

"Yes you do, Ron. Every time there's any mention of a Bricks of Fury movie or the Fearless Ferret, you start to show your inner geek." Kim said and tried to hide a small smirk as Ron started to blush.

"I – Well, - Which way to the little boys room?" Ron asked.

"I wouldn't use it if I were you. It's not pretty." Wade said as he noticed the look on Ron's face. "But if you really need to go, there's a place to the side that's very concealed. It should make do." Wade said.

"Thanks Wade." Ron said as he walked off to find the spot Wade was talking about.

"Are you sure you're ready to give up on missions, Kim?" Wade asked her.

"I'm going to have to. Besides, GJ can get the job done now that Team Impossible works for them." Kim said with a sigh as she looked up and made sure Ron was out of sight. "What about the other thing I asked you about?"

"You mean those drawings Ron made in his notebook? I've done some research, and it turns out they're an ancient form of writing that the Vikings used. I've translated them, and it's nothing more than Ron's notes for his new Mad Dog routines."

"But that doesn't make any sense. Where did Ron learn how to write like that?"

"I wish I knew, Kim." Wade said.


"I don't understand why this board meeting was called today. Ever since the incident at Quest, we've been awarded several more military and private contracts. The revenue's are sky rocketing, and our stock has never been higher since my father's death. In other words, Business is booming. No pun intended." Harry said as he looked at the board members, several of which had been with the company since he and his sister were little children.

"If this is about the glider being stolen, we already have another prototype under construction. Not to mention the with Doctor Conners help, we've already possibly found an alternate performance enhancer to replace Globulin Green." Sharon said.

"That's all very wonderful news. But, something else has come to light." Max, one of the senior board members and oldest friends to their father, said.

"Which would be?" Harry asked.

"Quest Aerospace is looking to capitalize on the bombing and expand their business." Max started, but looked away.

"They've made us a tender offer that we simply can't ignore." Another board member, Benjamin Riley, said. When Norman was alive, it looked like he would be made Vice President any day. His eyes had originally been set for Norman Osborn's seat as President of the board until Harry and Sharon were given the jobs because they were Norman's children after Norman had passed away. It was well known that he still held a chip on his shoulder ever since then. The look that was on both siblings' faces were obvious that they didn't like what they heard. While Harry's face had begun to turn a slightly deep red, Sharon was mimicking her father almost perfectly as she glared at the board and made them almost swear that her eyes were turning red.

"Why weren't we told about this so called offer?" Sharon asked them.

"Because both of you aren't supposed to be included in the deal. We've already voted, and the board expects both of your resignations by the end of the week." Riley said as he sipped his coffee and enjoyed the two Osborn children stew in their own juices.

"You – you ungrateful bunch of," Harry started before Sharon butted in.

"Max, please. You're practically family to us. You can't be agreeing to this!" Sharon said to him, and felt hurt when he refused to look up at her or Harry.

"This is my father's company. He built this from the ground up when it was nothing! His sweat and blood are in every brick and steel beam of this place." Harry growled as his face turned a deeper red. "HE SACRIFICED HIS OWN DAMN LIFE FOR THIS COMPANY! YOU OWE HIM AND US MORE THAN THIS!" Harry screamed, making everyone and his sister jump slightly at his reaction. For one brief moment, he looked exactly like his father did whenever he was angry. Harry glared at all the gathered business men and women in front of him as he breathed heavily with several of the veins in his neck and forehead bulging out like they were fixing to burst.

"I-I'm sorry, Harry. The board is unanimous." Max said.

"You and your sister are out." Riley said with a grin that belonged on a cat that just ate a canary.

"We'll see about that you old bastard." Harry growled as he stormed out, swinging the doors open so hard that the door handles actually cracked the plaster on the walls.

"This isn't over." Sharon growled as she followed her brother, making sure he didn't do anything stupid. "Harry! Harry, wait up!" Sharon shouted after her brother.

"This is Dad's company! It's his legacy!" Harry shouted as he stormed toward the elevator.

"I know, Harry. We're still the majority share holders. They can't do this and we'll fight it." Sharon said to him.

"I know everyone thinks I'm some wimp. That leaving the company to me was a mistake. But I'll be dead and buried in the cold hard ground before I let them destroy dad's legacy! DO YOU HEAR ME?!" Harry shouted in his sister's face as the elevator doors opened. "So you and everyone just get the hell out of my way." He growled as he stomped into the elevator as the doors closed behind them.


Harry stormed into the office and slammed the door shut behind him as hard as he possibly could. He yanked off his tie, tearing it as he did so, and flung it across the room as well as his jacket. He unlocked the hidden drawer in his father's desk and pressed his thumb onto the scanner so hard that he almost cracked it. As the hidden safe opened. He grabbed the vials of Globulin Green, and ripped the cork out of two vials immediately.

"I'll be the son he wanted. I'll make sure everyone knows that I'm Norman Osborn's son." He said to himself as he drained down a vial in one gulp before smashing the vial and grabbing another one. "This is my father's company, my father's city. It's about damn time everyone remembered that." He growled as he swallowed the second vial and smashed it against the desk.

The burning was almost immediate. His breathing was labored and fast again, but it didn't hurt like it had. His heart rate was increasing by leaps and bounds as he felt his body heat increase to such a degree that he could almost swear he was on fire. He ripped open his shirt and saw that his skin was a burning lobster red as his muscles began to visibly grow and his veins and arteries we're bulging like crazy. Maybe this was what it was like to be the Hulk. He felt rage, he felt dangerous. He looked at his palm and saw shards of glass jutting from his blood covered palm and felt his anger grow. He balled his fist as tightly as he possibly could and saw more blood drip from between his fingers as he felt and heard glass crunch while they were shoved deeper into his skin.

He raised his fist into the air and slammed it against the desk as hard as he could, splintering the smooth wooden surface and shattering one of the drawers beneath it. He removed his fist and saw it covered in more blood with wooden splinters jutting out from it. He smiled widely as he began to chuckle at the sight. He didn't even feel it. They were working. The performance enhancers were working! Those were his last thoughts before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out once more.


"KP? Are you still here?" Ron asked his best friend as he stood beside her locker on the early Monday morning.

"Yeah, I'm here. I'm just not used to having so much free time." She said, referring to the mission free weekend they had just gone through. Even though she had made the decision to stop going on missions that Saturday, it was still strange to not have any missions for the rest of that day or Sunday. She had been doing this for so long that it actually did feel strange. She wasn't used to this.

"We'll maybe you can play some video games with me and Felix." Ron suggested.

"Or maybe I can take you on a shopping spree at Club Banana more often." Kim countered and had to do her best not to laugh as she saw the look of horror on Ron's face form.

"I was just trying to help. There's no need you to punish me for it." Ron said as Kim began to giggle.

"Kimberly Anne Possible, please report to the principal's office!" Barkin's voice rang over the intercom system.

"Uh-oh. That's never a good sign." Ron said, knowing all too well what it was like to be the target of Barkin's wrath many times over.

"Why would he want to talk me?" Kim asked.

"Who knows? But I wouldn't want to keep him waiting. You know how much he hates it when people are late." Ron said as he went towards his first class of the day and Kim started to make her way to principal Barkin's office.

When Kim reached the office and went inside, she was surprised to see her father sitting in the office as well as a pouting Bonnie and her mother. When Barkin looked up and saw her, he had a very sour looking face and used his pen to point to an empty chair next to her father.

"Miss Possible, do you know why I've called this parent-teacher conference?" Barkin asked her.

"No, sir." Kim said as she took her seat.

"Last Friday, during your cheerleading practice, I was informed that there was an altercation between you and Miss Rockwaller. That it resulted in you assaulting her and the removal of her shirt?" Barkin asked.

"Assault?" Kim asked.

"Don't play dumb, K." Bonnie said as she glared at the young redhead.

"Miss Possible, yes or no. Is this true?" Barkin asked.

"Well . . . half of it is." Kim said reluctantly.

"Kimmy!" her father said, shocked at what he was hearing.

"Let me explain!" Kim said before facing Barkin again. "We were practicing our pyramid routine when Bonnie stepped out of place and made us fall. One of us got hurt, and I faced Bonnie about it. She claimed it wasn't her fault, and . . ."

"And?" Barkin asked.

"When she turned, I was still holding her shirt and it tore off." Kim said, reluctantly.

"Wait a minute. Bonnie, you never said someone else was hurt." Bonnie's mother said.

"They weren't hurt that bad." Bonnie said, acting like it was nothing.

"Weren't hurt that bad? Terra broke her leg!" Kim said.

""What?!" Miss Rockwaller said.

"It's true, ma'am. I've talked with the other cheerleaders, and they confirm Miss Possible's story. It seems that your daughter was responsible for the injury for their team member." Barkin said.

"Bon-Bon!"

"Then why is Kimmie-cub here?" Dr. Possible asked.

"Because of what happened with Miss Rockwaller following the incident. Even though it does sound like an accident, I can't allow such behavior to happen with out repercussions. Therefore, I'm suspending both of you from school and extracurricular activities for two weeks." Barkin said.

"That's not fair!" Kim protested.

"And it's all K's fault anyway!" Bonnie said.

"I don't care who's fault it was! If you want it to be a full month, keep talking!" Barkin said as he glared at both teens as they were starting to squirm in her seat. "Now, you're suspension begins today. I don't want to see either of you within these walls, or on these grounds, for the next two weeks. And for your little outburst, both of you will also have a week's worth of after school detention."

"But,"

"Yes, Miss Rockwaller?" Barkin asked as he glared at her.

"Nothing." Bonnie said.

"Then both of you are free to leave." Barkin said, dismissing everyone.


"I can't believe this! This was all Bonnie's fault and I'm getting punished!" Kim said as her father drove her home.

"Regardless Kim, you're the one that tore her uniform." Her father said.

"It was an accident!" Kim said.

"But did you apologize or let Barkin know what happened afterward?" her father asked her.

"Well, no. Something – important came up." Kim said as she began to feel uncomfortable in the family SUV.

"Kim, I know you've helped people all over the world and you are very talented. But you need to remember that with great power comes great responsibility. My father told me that, and I've told you and your brother's that for years."

"I know, dad." Kim said, frustrated.

"But do you understand it?" he asked her.

"Of course I do." She said, looking at her father like he was crazy.

"Just making sure. Besides, now you can help your mom and me with Ron's birthday present." James said.

"We're throwing him a surprise party, right?" Kim asked her father.

"Yes. But we pooled our money with his parents and bought front row seat tickets to the wrestling match this weekend." James said and chuckled as he saw the look on his daughter's face. Kim didn't care for wrestling, but she knew more than she cared for because Ron was such a huge fan.

"The match between Pain King and Bone Saw McGraw? I couldn't even get tickets for that, and I called in several favors." Kim said in shock.

"It helps when your dad used to be lab partners with Pain King himself in college." James said and began to laugh as his daughter's jaw almost dropped to the floorboards.


"Damn lousy gimps. Last time I ever bet money on the home team." The guard at the ground floor of Oscorp said as he watched the small television in his console.

"Anything good?" a voice asked behind him.

"Just the local football game. I swear that this new owner is trying to hire a bunch of amateurs to make us look bad. They're a joke." The guard said as he watched the home team miss another pass and be intercepted by the opposing team. "Bunch a bums."

"I'm pretty sure the owner isn't trying to make the team look bad." The voice behind him said.

"How do you know?" he asked as he turned around to look at who was talking to him. As soon as he got a good look at them, the middle aged guard began to gasp like he was having a massive heart attack.

"Because I own them." Miss Sharon Osborn said with a slight smirk.

"M-Miss Osborn! W-what are you doing here?" the guard stuttered as he stood to his feet, and spilled his coffee all over his pants.

"Relax. I'm just here to get a few files to look over. Is there anyone else here tonight?" Sharon asked him.

"The board of directors are in the conference room. Something about a last minute meeting." The guard said.

"A meeting? What meeting?" Sharon asked with a raised eyebrow.

"They all said they received a memo about some kind of emergency." The guard said.

"That doesn't make any,"

The entire building shuddered down to its foundation as they heard the sounds of a massive explosion coming from high above the building. Alarms began to blare through out the lobby and all of the floors as large, thick metal doors slammed down in front of the ground floor entrances and exits. The security system on the guards monitor showed that every thing on the floor that housed the offices of all the board members was not responding. No cameras, no internal sensors, no nothing. It was as if they weren't there anymore.

"What's happening?!" Sharon demanded.

"All sensors to the thirty-second and thirty-third floors are down. But the floors above and below are showing a massive spike in the temperature."

"No shit, genius. A bomb just went off. Contact the police and fire departments immediate-"

Another explosion made the building shudder violently, causing various small pieces of the ceiling to fall and the walls begin to crack. Both the guard, and Miss Osborn, rushed to the monitor again.

"Which floor just went up?" Sharon asked.

"It didn't come from above us. It was one of the labs beneath us." The guard said as he called up the data. "Ma'am, I'm getting multiple perimeter breaches. Something's coming up from the labs, and fast!" the guard said.

"How fast?" Sharon asked.

Within a matter of only a few seconds, the entire world around them seemed to slow to a crawl as the lobby floor exploded in a mixture of marble chunks and an intense bellowing fireball. The sheer power of the blast sent them off their feet and sliding along the cold hard ground. Sharon's ears were ringing as she opened her eyes and tried her best to get to her feet. She stumbled here and there as she tried to force her eyes to focus. She could make out the form of the guar on the ground near the wall. As she tried to find something to help her stand up, she could make out a small puddle of red forming from underneath the guard's body. That was never a good sign. As her hearing started to return, she swore she could hear something that almost sounded like something screaming. Also, the noise was coming from above her. She gazed upward, and gasped in shock at what she saw.

Hovering above here was the stolen Oscorp glider that had now been painted a metallic black all over. And on top of the glider was a tall form that glared down at her. The survival piloting suit had been dyed a deep army green, with the armored breast plate, shoulder pads, gauntlets, and armored boots painted a dark purple. The helmet itself was painted a brighter shade of green with a pair of yellow lenses over the eye pieces making the pilot look almost like a monster from the fairy tales she once heard as a child. A row of pumpkin bombs were along wither side of his shoulder straps that attached a large metal backpack, while gleaming sharpened, and folded, razor bats were along either side of his belt. He merely looked at Sharon for a moment or two with his head tilted, allowing the glider to inch itself slightly closer to her. Even though he was still high in the sir above her, she could see that he had spray painted the exposed lower half of his face green. Slowly, a deranged smile spread across his face before he started to cackle and laugh like a lunatic in heat. He fired the glider at full speed as he steered the machine upward and banked around until he was heading for the main entrance. The pilot lobbed three pumpkin bombs at the sealed entrance, the blast creating a large holed in the thick steel, and flew away into the night. The whole time, the crazed thief cackled into the night as he flew free. Who, or what, had just let itself loose into the city?