When I woke up, which I've also been doing a lot of lately, I was sitting in this weird chair. My eyes were barely open, and I was so weak I could barely breath in deep. If I was so out of it, how could I tell the chair was weird? Maybe I felt my feet and hands fettered down in chains.

It was like the chair in the dentist's office. I remember going there with my Dad. Except my arms were restrained to the hand rests, and my feet were also chained down somewhere else. I don't know. I couldn't see them.

Doc Ock came up with his little Bob The Builder toolbox. What, did it make him feel special to be carrying that thing around? I shouldn't be joking. I'm actually terrified of what's in that thing.

"Now, I'm not going to lie to you. This will probably be painful."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm going to run some tests..." He said dramatically.

"Don't waste your time. The Fantastic Four..."

"...Only did what was safe. Me, I don't care about safety. The only precautions I take are for myself."

"You self-centered jackass." I spat at him.

He opened up his little case. He pulled out a needle. Ooh shit. Pointy sharp needles: not good.

"If this kills you, I want you to know I do feel a little bad about all this."

"Yeah right."

"At first it was just research," he said, ignoring me. "And I mean just research. But then I had to watch you for hours. I liked your power and how you used them, and I like your carefree do-what-you-want-and-only-what-you-want attitude."

"Okay..." I said, not sure where he was going with all this crap.

Then he stuck the needle into my arm.

At first, nothing happened. I felt fine.

Until my eyes turned black. I mean, boom! Black! It seemed like it was late, past midnight. Everything was dark.

"You're pupils are gone...along with everything else." Doc Ock said.

"This doesn't hurt..." I told him, almost forgetting what he was doing to me.

My veins started to bulge out like I was a muscle man. Doc Ock said that outside clouds were circling around like some freak storm.

After that, he said, it started to rain. Downpour. Then it stopped. Then it continued. On and off. By the time I'd been like this for five minutes, Doc Ock said that there was almost two feet of water outside. Then came the wind. First, thirty miles an hour. Then forty. Then fifty-five. I heard it banging against the warehouse like a monster trying to smash it down.

But once I got my vision back to normal, the rain stopped. The wind stopped howling. All was normal.

"Interesting..." was all he said.

"Interesting? Interesting my ass! Did you see that? What the hell happened?"

Then random patterns of lasers shot from my eyes. It made holes in the warehouse walls.

"A side affect, perhaps..." He said.

I nodded.

"...You're powers are again controllable?"

"I guess...I feel better..."

That's when that son of a bitch knocked me out cold. I could have escaped! I could have been kicking his ass to New Jersey by now! Damn it.