June 7, 2013 Journal Entry 25:


I banged on the door. I felt rage and my mind was clouded. Time slowed down but it also went by so fast. My mind was racing. I felt defenseless, trapped, vulnerable, and worst of all, threatened. I felt like I was in danger and that's what remained in the forefront of my thoughts. I had to do something to stop the feeling of threat. I felt that same agonizing feeling in the locker-room. I sank to the ground and put my hands on my head to stop the roaring sound, but I knew it was no use. I struggled to fight it, knowing I could kill someone. I didn't want that, not even for Fanco. I screamed and hissed, it was a new, different kind of pain. I hated it. I couldn't control it. I couldn't see or hear much. I heard my own hisses and screams and the roaring in my head. The tearing of my leggings and jacket as I was losing my own battle. I saw the world... Differently, I can't explain how. But then I heard shouts that weren't mine, they came from outside the door. Then suddenly, the door came open and Bruce was standing there, watching me in terror.
Journal Entry 26:


Bruce dropped to my side as I struggled. I looked up at him and I could see his mouth moving but I could barely hear him. I forced myself to. "Hey... Gonna be okay... Calm... A deep breath..." I simply looked at him and he put his hand on my back. I started to feel safer. I started to slow down my breathing. I forced myself to look at him, to know that he was there. I could feel my heart beat slowing down to a normal pace. I went back to my normal self. "There you go." I could finally hear and see everything like I should. "Wow. You stopped it." I honestly didn't care what he was saying, just that I could hear him clearly. I could see a small smile sneak its way on Bruce's faces. I hugged him and he hugged me back. We sat there on the ground for a few seconds longer then he got up and then helped me up. My clothes were a little loose, but that was better than tainted with blood. A shiver went down my back as I thought of what could've happened. "Well done, ." It was the voice of a maniac.
Journal Entry 27:

I looked past Bruce to see Fanco. He was slowly clapping. "I knew I'd find you, but I wasn't expecting to see that!" He stepped closer to me but Natasha and Fury stepped in his way and Bruce stepped in front of me. "Get away from her, Fanco." Bruce said in such a tone I've never heard him talk in. "What? I'm not doing anything." Fury spoke next, "But you will." Fanco looked annoyed and tried to push past them, but Natasha held a gun and pointed it at his head. Fanco raised up his hands. "I just want to know how she can transform, and now also how she can shut down the transformation like she just did" I narrowed my eyes at him. "Even if you did get a hold of me, I'd never let you find out." He chuckled and put his hands down. "Oh, my dear Luna, I have my ways." Without another word, he hit Natasha's arm out of the way and grabbed the gun from her. Fury held up his gun but before he could shoot, Fanco shot his hand. Fury dropped the gun and Franco picked it up. He pointed them both at Natasha and Fury. Everyone stood still. "Now Banner, just hand her over, and everyone will live." Bruce looked at him calmly, but I could tell he was starting to get mad. Bruce held my arm, "But will she.." Fanco didn't say anything