My hands that were clenched into fists were shaking in fury. The bleeding didn't hurt, didn't stop. I wanted that man to pay. He mad a fool of me...threw me out of a window. What sick man does that?

Doctor Otto Octavious. The eight legged mental genius. Four metal arms of mass destruction.

I flew up, tears blurring my vision. I was an animal...a soon to be fugitive with the charge of murdering a wanted man.

I darted through the broken window. I hovered right there, staring at him.

"Octopus!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Just that one word.

He turned around, smiling that evil fucking smile.

"Let it begin."

And I flew at him, not thinking. Being rash. Being crazy. Fixed on causing him pain. I wanted him to suffer so badly, suffer. To die a slow, painful death.

I shot lasers at him as I flew towards him, burning his face. I pulled up and dropped down, kicking him in the head. I fell down, then knocked me into the wall with one of his metal arms.

I held onto it, and before he knew it I was breaking into the wires. He flung me off of it, but I didn't crash again. I caught myself and started to fly. I flew up and up.

This guy was tough. I had to lead him outside. I flew out the window with him close on my tail.

He smashed through the walls like the Hulk. I've never seen anything like it.

I kept on flying, shooting lasers at him as I went.

Here was a good spot.

I closed my eyes. Squeezed them hard.

Come on, Ocky-Poo...closer...

As he reached my area, I belted out with the psychic energy. I just blasted it out. I couldn't believe I was controlling it...I did it. I made it happen when I wanted it to.

The blast was even too strong for Octavious. He fell down.

He was dazed and confused, but still conscious. And still conscious means he can still feel pain.

I went on top of him, smashing him with my fists. Just belting out.

"You fucking son of a bitch!"

And before he passed out, he said, will a lot and pauses and coughs in between,

"You...don't want...enemies? Well,...I'm coming...after...you..."

And I got up, staring at this man. He seemed helpless now...

Then he striked. His arms punched me right in the chin, and it sent me flying upwards.

By the time I landed the cops were there...and he was not.

I heard whispers of onlookers and the officers...their whispers were almost being screamed out to my face.

"I thought she wasn't on one side of the law."

"Did you see that?"

"She almost killed him...KILLED..."

"She's crazy!"

"She beat him...almost to death..."

I spun around in circles, staring at everyone. All these people. Screaming out their whispers at me.

"EVERYONE JUST STOP IT!" I screamed, tears dripping down my red face.

But I knew it.

They don't trust me anymore.

And frankly,

Neither do I