Felicia Hardy sat on the ledge of the roof dressed as the Black Cat. The Kingpin had wanted her to stay there for some purpose. While waiting for her orders, she thought how ironic it was that someone like her should suddenly become a villain terrorizing the city. Her mother had donated much money to foundations that supported research for breast cancer, AIDS, and schizophrenia, and she, herself, just created an after-school program for mentally challenged children. "Boy, it's funny how one sentence can change your life," thought Felicia-recalling the bittersweet e-mail that she had received a month ago. Suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts. She quickly tapped onto her earpiece.
"Go to where they're preparing for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade," replied the Kingpin, "We've got business to attend to."
She quickly stood up and fired a cable from her metal contraption. In mere seconds, she was there-crouched atop the building of a bank. She quickly surveyed the scene, but nothing seemed out of place.
"Where is he?" asked Felicia as she surveyed the scene again-looking for any signs of unfamiliarity. At that moment, a green glimmer caught her eyes.
"There you are," she whispered as she smirked. She was the Black Cat; nothing could escape from her. Apparently, the Kingpin didn't hear her and started to state where he was.
"He's-" At that moment, a loud bang shot through the air as people started screaming. Felicia rose to see a man with green tentacles around him. Before his feet, there lay an unconscious police officer with blood surrounding him. Felicia immediately jumped off the ledge and landing gracefully in front of the menace.
"Hey, aren't you Doc-" shot Felicia as she eyed this familiar figure.
"No, but close try," smirked the man as his tentacles lunged for her. She quickly flipped away.
"You're a fast one," he said as he walked towards her. She realized that he never once used his tentacles to walk with, and unlike Doc Ock's, they had sharp ends at the side.
"You've got no idea," she said. She quickly jumped away from his tentacles again and ran towards him. The slippery sidewalk gave her an idea. Instead of hitting him, she quickly pressed her boots together and slid under his legs-which were spread apart-and grabbed what she was looking for: a plastic bag with a black rock from his coat pocket. Pedestrians quickly ran away as she quickly pressed the claws from her right glove to the sidewalk. Immediately, long claw marks-like those on a blackboard that had just been scratched by a cat-appeared as she skidded to a stop a few feet away. She quickly stood up and looked behind at her stunned opponent. She winked.
"Catch ya later," she said as she was about to swing away.
"You're not getting away that easily!" screamed her opponent. Suddenly, before she could even push the button for the cable's release, green tentacles twirled her around and pulled her close to him. Although the grip of the tentacles were firm, they never once actually wrapped around her. When she was close to his face, she saw the serene face with one blue eye, one green eye, and red hair dangling in front of his eyes.
"Ms. Hardy, I'll cherish this moment," he whispered as the sharp ends of the tentacles were inserted into her. She was about to ask how he knew her name when she felt a cold stream of fluid entering her body. Her eyes bulged, and they slightly began to roll back. Her heart beat ever so faster, and she could feel shivers running up and down her spine. In her surprise, she dropped the bag holding the rock.
"What...are...you...doing?" gasped Felicia as he bent over and pocketed the black rock safely into his pocket. All the while, his tentacles were still seeping the cold fluid into her, holding her straight, upright, and high above his head. She felt heavy, and her heart felt as if it would literally burst. It was beating abnormally fast for an ordinary being. A smirk appearing on the man's face. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, a red and blue blur kicked him.
The push caused the weird madman to roll over, but his tentacles still held onto Felicia-still pumping the cold fluid into her ever so painful body. She screamed as sheer pain, horror, and terror gripped her; nothing was worth this much pain if it meant that she wasn't going to see her father alive again.
Gloved hands quickly ripped her violently away. Oddly, the four places that each tentacle inserted into her body didn't drip blood. Her heart was still beating dangerously fast, she was weak, and she couldn't feel anything. White opaque lenses stared over her face as she closed her eyes.