I sat outside the school one day, after I'd actually gone for half a day (Again, forged note).

I saw Matt walk out. He was with his friends, Anthony and Dominick. I made a little 'psst!' noise and he looked over. I was hiding behind a dumpster. I peeked my hand out and waved him over.

"Later, guys!" He said as he ducked down next to me.

"There you are! How long do you stay in school for?"

"Six hours..." He said as if it was obvious.

"Whatever...so, how's about a movie?"

"Halloween's this Monday, I need to prepare."

"I so have to go trick-or-treating with you."

"What?" He asked.

"Yeah. Duh. I can totally blend in. I'll be my own number one fan or whatever."

"Okay..."

"Okay, so I'll meet at your place on Halloween." I said, ready to take off.

"How'll you find my home?"

I looked at him. "I have my sources."

Duh. Like the first few weeks of school I'd been stalking him home.

The school was decorated for Halloween. Kids were getting ready. That autumn feeling was in the air. I breathed in the cool wind that'd been blowing in my face. I flew up and away, ready to fight some crime. That was lame.

Spider-Man started to come into view. You could tell when he met you by accident or he was looking for you. He was looking for me, trying to not look in my direction and making it obvious he was pretending not to notice.

"Hey! Jimmy! Didn't see you!"

"Ooh yeah! Hi!" I played along.

"The FF want to run some more tests."

"I don't give a crap."

"Huh?"

"I'm over that. I don't want to be poked and prodded like some freak show."

He nodded.

"So what are you doing around here? Going to school?"

"Nah, some kid wrote a letter to me. I was paying him a visit."

"You actually read it?" He asked.

"Duh. I'm a good role model. And a nice one, at that. Unlike someone I could mention."

He started to swing after me as I floated away.

"Hey! I'm nice! I am so nice!"

"You are so not cool." I giggled. Was I flirting? I didn't have time to tell, because something snatched me from behind. I made a high pitched "Eeek!" sound.

Doc Ock. That pussy.

"Don't move, Spider-Man! Or St. Jimmy here is history."

"God damn it!" He said under his breath.

I struggled in his grip, trying to make it harder for him to hang onto me. I couldn't tell if it was working. The Doc had a real good way of keeping a straight face.

"Put her down Ock! She's got no beef with you!" Spider-Man said.

"Didn't you watch the news?" Doc Ock and I said at the same time.

"Put her down!" He repeated.

He smashed me into the wall. Fuck that hurt...was my nose broken...?

"Bastard! I yelled.

I tried to fly, but he was too heavy. Like a two hundred pounds too heavy. Nah, he wasn't fat. His arms weighed so much though...

I'm at his mercy once again, Dammit! What do I do now? Wait to die? Wait to live?

I don't wanna wait.

"Follow me and she dies!" Doctor Octavious said, turning his back. Spider-Man took out a little button.

"Catch!" He whispered. I caught the little blue thing. It was shaped like a spider, and it was blinking. Cool! I've heard about these! It's A Spider-Tracer! Spider-Man uses them to track people! Crazy!

Doc Ock leaped across New York City for ten minutes, and then he knocked me out and headed to his hideout.