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There was a tale floating about in the sewers, and the slums
of New York City. While the big heros like Spiderman, and
the other guys, Superman, Batman, were flying around saving
the day, there was a hero that was overlooked...

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Brett Norrgard hurried home from work. He didn't want to miss
his favorite show in the whole world, 'Killer Dudes from Mars'
that he watched everyday, no matter what. He decided to take
a shortcut. He ran into a nearby alleyway, keeping his eyes
open. Who knows what creeps dwell back here, he thought to him-
self.

As he was walking, he heard a faint noise behind him. He spun
around and continued to walk backwards.

Nothing was there.

He started to turn when his foot caught, and he flew forward.
His head hit hard, and pain shot through him. Laying still, he
noticed that he was in a puddle of something. Lifting his hand
and examining it, he noticed it glowed a strange neon color. He
blinked, and started to get up.

Back on his feet, Brett continued through the alleyway. He got
back to the street, and started to get dizzy. Blinking some more,
it went away somewhat. He continued towards his house, rubbing
his eyes.

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Back at his house, he ran to the couch and turned on the tele-
vision. Flipping to channel twenty-eight, the show was just
starting. Killo-Dude was just telling his arch-nemesis, Fo-Boo,
that he was gonna rip him a new-

CRASH.

Brett jumped, and looked around. What was that, he thought. He
stood up and walked the direction of the noise. He grabbed a bat
that was leaning on his bookshelf. Holding it up, he glanced
around the corner. Someone... or something, moved in the darkness.
He slowly edged closer, and closer. This is it, he thought. He
lunged.

Meow! Cleopatra jumped on him. Brett fell back screaming.

"Cleopatra!" He exclaimed, getting up. He dusted himself off, and
looked down at Cleopatra, the calico cutie. Brett smiled, and bent
over to pick her up. She meowed and ran off. "How unlike her," he
said outloud.

He picked up his bat again, and followed Cleo into the darkness.
Brett felt around, looking for the lightswitch. He found it and
flipped it on. Blinding light, and Brett squinted. Cleo was
scratching at the closet.

"Oh," Brett sighed. "Your litter box is blocked off!" Brett walked
over to the closet and opened it. Again, he got dizzy. He dropped
the bat and grabbed his head. The room was spinning. He passed out
and fell right into the litter box.

The transformation had begun.