Author's Note: First of all, I would like to apologize for my outburst in the last chapter. It was uncalled for and completely unacceptable. I was reminded today, from reading the review of Zoken, that winning and loosing doesn't matter, what matters is that you stick with your team. And he's right. I have been a Chief's fan all my life. I've watched them fail, I've watched them succeed. I've watched them get killed, and I've watched them come back from behind to win. I've watched them get beaten in the playoffs of '97 by the Denver Broncos, ending what seemed to be a straight road to the Super Bowl. It's just, good fortune has not been with the Chiefs since Super Bowl IV, so I get furious when the Chiefs blow an easy win and hinder what graces we have received. Win or lose, the Chiefs will always be my number one team. Always, and Zoken, I thank for the reminder.

Now, onto the story. So far, I have received mixed votes on the questions I posted last chapter. I would like to receive more votes and again, I'll only count them if they're in the review for the last chapter. Also, your guys' guesses on the villainess' powers were good, but only partly correct. You are right that she takes the life force of things she touches (though she's unaware of it) and in return, kills whatever it is she touched. HOWEVER, you guys have missed the subtle hints on the negative effect of her power, an effect that will soon force this sweet young girl to hurt those she loves and those close to Peter. DUN DUN DUN DUN!!!!!

Okay, this chapter will also be short, because too much stuff is going on right now for me to spend too much time on it. And here it is. This story takes place on Sunday, June the 13.

He sat at his desk, busily working on the various projects of Luthor Corp. He'd been sitting there the majority of the day, but his thoughts tended to wander back to his new test subject. His Intel told him that the girl was doing remarkably well, so far anyway. He'd keep an eye on her. He wanted to see how his little experiment developed. His concentration was suddenly interrupted by a buzz from the intercom.

"Mr. Luthor, there is a Miss Sullivan to see you."

"Let her in," he said. He couldn't help but smile. Miss Sullivan had proved to be a valuable resource, when given a little push. He exited his chair as the beautiful young blonde opened the doors. His smile grew.

"Hello Miss Sullivan. This is a most unexpected surprise."

She apparently was not sharing his joy.

"I trust this little interruption means you've discovered something about our favorite friend, Clark Kent?"

She approached his desk and stared coldly at him.

"It's about Clark, but I don't have any information."

"Oh, that is a little disappointing. I hope your dad won't be as disappointed when he suddenly finds himself, unemployed."

She tried her best to suppress the anger that was quickly rising.

"I've come to make a deal."

Lionel remained silent, interested in what she had to say. Chloe to the silence as him saying continue.

"I want to switch projects."

"Switch projects? What do you mean Miss Sullivan? Get to the point. I'm a very busy man."

She hated him. His arrogance, his over confidence, all of it infuriated her to no end. She pulled a small vanilla envelope out of her purse and tossed it on his desk. He looked at her for a moment, and when she did nothing, he reached for the envelope and opened it. What was in it surprised him.

"What is this exactly?"

"These are photographers of Spider-Man."

"Spider-Man? You mean your rescuer at the Talon?"

She nodded.

"And why on earth would I want to investigate him instead of Clark?"

He continued studying the photos before him. They showed the costumed vigilante leaping off a building a saving a little girl from being hit by a car. Again, his thoughts were interrupted as another envelope was thrown onto the table. He opened it and was quite shocked at what he saw. Spider-Man was stopping a robbery at the Smallville bank. The photos (which he thought were amazingly good) portrayed the hero dodging bullets in mid air. It showed him binding the thieves with what looked like webbing and him clinging to walls.

"Here's the deal. You let me drop my investigation on Clark, and I dig up as much info as I can on this guy."

Lionel continued to stare at the photos.

"When was this?" He asked, pointing to the pictures of the bank heist.

"This morning." She went silent after that and allowed him to study the photos some more.

"And let me guess, not only do you get to investigate and write the major stories you've waited for so long, but you keep your friend Clark out of danger. You seem to gain a lot from this, Miss Sullivan."

She remained silent. What he said was true and she hoped that it didn't hurt her plea. She waited impatiently for his reply.

"Well?"

Lionel was looking at one photo in particular. Spider-Man was dodging the fire from a shotgun while delivering a punch to the bearer of the gun.

"Alright Miss Sullivan, you have a deal."

She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"You get me more on this, this Spider-Man' and I'll end your obligation to investigate Clark Kent, for now."

He placed the photos back into the envelopes and then placed them in his suitcase. Chloe took that as her cue to leave. She headed for the door, thankful that her little ploy worked. Before she could leave, he stopped her.

"Just one question before you go, Miss Sullivan."

She turned and faced him.

"Who took the photos."

Without even thinking the answer came out of her.

"Peter Parker."