Hey everyone! Don't worry, i'll put you through more hell in this chapter, and a gripping ending to the chapter. This will be ending within 3-4 chapters, so everyone knows, thats in addition to a epiloge, which you will want, otherwise, you will hate me. Enjoy!

===Lorelei===

Why was I in this room? It was empty, but only the cement walls and a metal door with a small window, covered but wires.

"So I'm crazy to them, huh?" I walk around the empty room. I don't remember a thing since I shouted for Peter then got into the police car. They must have talked to me and thought I was insane, but how could they? I blacked out?

"LORELEI!" I hear the shout of Peter's voice. I snap my head and look at him pressed against the window.

"Peter! Oh, thank god, they locked me up in a room for crazies! I'm not crazy!" I plead and my hand met his through the glass.

"Lorelei…" He said with a soft tone, "You might not remember it, but there is a part of you-that isn't Inferno Glow- that is a bit…off."

"What?" I turn around, pacing, "Ohhh, this isn't not good." My breath starts to quicken, "Lana would know what to do." I mumble.

"Who is Lana, Lorelei? Is she number three?" He presses closer to the glass.

"Yes, Peter, she is my sister." I snap at him.

I black out.

===Peter===

Her eyes flash gold, "I killed her, lost control of my powers." Her tone was slick as she slides to the door.

"Wha…?" I look worried at the different Lorelei before.

"I'm dangerous, Peter, better leave now before I hurt you." She laughs soon, for too long in fact, that she coughs up embers, "No, not now." She vomits into the toilet.

"Lorelei! Tell me what's wrong!" I smash my hands against the glass.

"None of your damn business, Parker!" Her tone sounded so vile, I never thought she could speak like that to someone. She clutched her stomach, lying on the ground, "Just go away a do something useful?" She waved her hand in my direction.

I turned around; I didn't want to mess with the Lorelei I didn't know.

"Wait, Peter, don't go." Lorelei cried out. I went back to the mirror, looking at the girl on all fours, laughing.

"You gullible bastard." She shook her head and I really left this time.

===Lorelei===

That was so much fun! I didn't know how enjoyable messing around with people was!

"Food." I look to see a tray of food be set on the floor for me, the door closing quickly.

I crawled to it, using my hands instead of the plastic utensils they gave me to eat. The food tasted alright, I had tasted better, but the mashed potatoes wash bland, and the broccoli was uncooked. I finished it anyways.

"Hey!" I whistled, "I'm done now!" I laughed, lying back onto the ground.

No one answered me.

"Fine," I shrugged, "I just I'll have to get their attention another way." I stood, looking at the wall, "I'm sorry for doing this, wall. It's nothing personal."

I charged into it, my head first. I avoided my temple, but the impact still hurt a lot. I put my finger on the wound and felt blood, "Nice."

I got onto my four, looking at the floor, "Don't worry, I won't leave you out." I bang my head against the floor, blood splashing around.

I laugh, more gashes in my head. I bang my head a few more times before I lay sideways on the ground, staring at the door blankly.

My head was wet like it was raining outside, I don't like rain, "Rain, rain, go away, come back another day." I sang slowly and quietly, "I hate you rain."

My eyes started to go black before I saw someone come through the door, "Damn it! This woman is a psycho!"

I giggled as he lifted me up, "No, I'm the only normal one here." I laughed louder.

I was placed onto a soft bed, "Oh yes…I remember why I called you here everyone," I looked at the four identical men rolling me, "I'm done with dinner." I laughed again.

===Peter===

I sat at my desk, fingers in my hair.

My girlfriend is going crazy! I couldn't bare this. I had nothing to do with it, but she is sick, and she won't tell what it is. Do you two things have a connection? Should I pry it out of her to them have her murder me?

Stop, that's horrible of me. I said I would never turn my head and run from her. That's what I'm doing right now. I have to be there for her. I have to figure out what's wrong with it and make her better. She looks like she's falling apart, and I'm the only one who can help.

I stood up from my desk, "I have to go see her!" Then I sat right back don, "No, she won't be any help, she's not telling me what's wrong." I began to type onto my computer, and grabbed a notepad and pen, "So I'll just figure it out myself."

I began my Google search of chemical modification at Oscorp. It wasn't a mutation she had, that would have been too easy for me. I huffed, realizing that wouldn't work, I went back to the starting page searching, "Oscorp Fire." I found the article immediately.

I skimmed over the lines.

One woman and one teenage girl were killed from the chemical fire caused an unknown substance said to be Top Secret by Oscorp.

The scientist, Lillian Owens, just had brought her three children for a quick experiment. Lana Owens, Dr. Owens' oldest child explains to us the full situation.

"We were just supposed to be there for a few minutes, and then we would go off and finish the rest of our visiting. But my mom had to do a quick experiment with this red and blue liquid. But when my sister, Lorelei, was running around, being playful to keep my brother entertained, she must have knocked over something, but, the next thing I knew, my mother was grabbing us all surrounded by orange and red flames.

That was as far as I got. Lorelei never gave me the full details of this incident, now I understand why. She had done it herself, it wasn't on purpose, but it still happened, and I'm sure she felt guilty of it every day.

She had killed a lot of her family, she has had so much emotional trauma, and I get it, all of it.

I Google searched her mother's name in hope of finding the case she was working on.

I click the Oscorp link to her file name, finding only a small bit of information.

Case 112b. CLOSED.

Information went dead and no more research was necessary. Scientist, diseased.

Further information of scientist and case are not available.

My screen goes blue, then changing to the blue screen of death.

"Ah!" I slap the side of my monitor, "Come on, come one, come on!"

My phone starts to ring before I could do anything else.

"Hello?" I answer the unfamiliar number.

"Is this Peter Park speaking?" A husky man's voice was on the other end.

"Yes, what do ya need?" I leaned my elbow on the desk.

"We need you to come to the NYPD Asylum right away." His tone was serious, getting to business.

"What? Why?" I was very confused. Though it probably had to do with Lorelei.

"Your girlfriend smashed her head into the cement walls in her room, on purpose. She's in the hospital." His tone was flat now.

"What?!" I rose up from my seat, "I'll be there right away."

I got into the car and drove off to the Asylum to see how badly Lorelei hurt herself.

Why could she have possibly done that to herself?

Oh, yes. She's crazy.

Damnit, Peter! You love the girl; you can't keep calling her crazy! Get into shape!

But this has never happened to me before; neither of the past girls I loved went through this. It was a whole new situation for me, I wasn't used to it. The things I was doing, the things I was saying, I hadn't really been able to control it because it's the first time it's been happening….And well, let's face it, Lorelei is crazy.

I arrived at the unconscious lady I thought I once knew.

"Where are you, Lorelei?" I grip her hand, pulling up a chair.

"I love you, Peter. You have to know it always, no matter what."

What she said to me on New Year's echoed in my head.

"I know you love me, but I can only love my Lorelei." I squeeze her hand.

I her a slight moan come out of her mouth, trying to say something. But I couldn't figure it out before light giggles come from the crack of her mouth.

She sat up quickly, bursting into laughter, "That was so much fun!" I let go of her hand, "Hey there Peter." She smirked slyly.

"How are you?" I ask casually, "Did you lose too much blood?"

She giggles, "No, I don't think so." But it was ironic; she fell back onto her bed, passed out.

A nurse walked in, changing her blood bag.

"Hey," I place my hand on the nurse's shoulder, "What is her blood type?"

"AB Positive, why?" she cocks her head to the side.

"Nothing," I sigh, she had a different blood type as me.

I sat back into the chair until Lorelei woke up hours later, "Peter…?" She moaned.

I sighed in relief and walked before, but stopped, staring into her green eyes, then I walked to her. I was just silent looking at her.

I gripped the railing of her bed so tightly, it started to bend.

She burst into tears, wrapping her arms around my neck, "Peter, I just want you and Aunt May at my funeral." She sobbed into my shoulder.

"You're not going to die." I try to hold back my tears.

"Peter, I'm very sick, it's not something I can go to a hospital for. I love you so much, Peter. And this…thing, taking over my body….if I can't be in control of my body anymore, I will kill myself no matter what." She pulls back, her hands on my shoulder, "I don't want to kill people, I don't want to harm others, and if that means killing me, I will do it."

I knew she was right, she would, but I didn't want her to do it, "You'll be fine."

"No, I won't be, Peter. I just want you to love me before I die." She just grips my hand tightly now.

"Lorelei…" I couldn't say anything else.

"Peter, just…just let me die on my own." She sighed, crying onto her bed.

"Just tell what's wrong, I'll try and help you." I say fast.

"You can't do anything about it, Peter." She shakes her head.

"Just tell me." I look at her harshly.

She sighs, "I cough up embers…a lot, I vomit boiling hot vomit, and my hair starts to glow even when I'm not Inferno. I black out a lot, and sometimes…" She hesitated, looking at his fingers, "I literally feel like my blood is boiling, and I'm going to explode, it's not like before, it's much different." Her voice sounded shaky in fear.

I gripped her shoulder, "I'll find a way to help you, Lorelei. I love you; I can't lose another I love."

I go to the door but her voice stops me, "Peter," I turn my head around to see her looking down to the bed, "Is Gwen was still alive, and Mary Jane hadn't left, would you still love me? Noticed me even?"

I look at her eyes her eyes remain on the blanket covering her.

I didn't know how to answer her question, so I told her that, "I-I don't know."

She looks up at me, tears in her eyes, "Okay." She looked back down, her hands looking like they were clawing at her eyes.

"Lorelei!" I shouted at her.

Two police officers ran into the room, handcuffing her to her bed, me seeing drips of blood come from her face.

"Lorelei!" I shouted, seeing her being moved out of the room.

She looked up, golden eyes looking furious, "You ass whole! You don't lie to me like that! you know you would be fucking those two girls instead of me! Don't you dare lie to me, Bastard!" She was moving around in the bed trying to get at me, "How can I love you when you wouldn't return it if you had the other two bitches in front of you."

She crossed a line, "Don't you dare speech about Gwen and Mary Jane like that!" I shout as she travels down the hallway, me following her slowly.

"Please! Gwen was a nerdy whore, who died because of you and Mary Jane just a dumb whore, who ran away from you." She pauses, "Now that I think about it, you are the one who caused them to go away." She laughs, "You're a horrible person!" She spat.

I got a good look at her bleeding eyelids, "I hate you." I said, but I didn't shout it.

I saw those intense green eyes stair at me with sorry eyes.

It all happened so fast. One moment, I was here, the next I was there.

===Lorelei===

I didn't even think about it.

The loud boom I caused landed me on the floor, my hands hanging above me as I was chained to bed. The police officers gun fell out of my hand, to the ground.

I saw a large puddle of blood around me.

"Lorelei!" the scream of Peter came closer to me.

The smell of gunpowder filled in my nose.

"Peter, you let me go…" I exhale, and my breath releases.

===Peter===

What could I have just said to her? I didn't hate her, no, I hated her crazy her. But I love the real Lorelei, everything about her, I loved.

I clutched her body to me as she hung around, "Lorelei!"

The cops took from me and raised her onto the bed. Wheeling her back in the direction she came, "She is not stable." One said

"Mentally or physically?" The other asked.

"Neither," He shook his head.

"Lorelei!" I called to her, following the cart as the four of us went down the hallway.

She was so bloody everywhere, I couldn't tell whether she shot herself in the chest, or somewhere else.

"Don't leave! I can't be alone again, Lorelei! You tease me with your games of death! I don't like it! Don't do it again! I love you; I love you, god damnit, Lorelei!"

They stopped me as they went into a room, I couldn't follow them, but I sat on the floor closest to the door.

Why, why had I made such a big mistake? I practically killed her.

Ha! i pointed it out in the chapter, so you cant say that Lorelei goes into the hospital too often. But really, the one thing she asked wassnt given, so she did it.

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