I'm not so sure what happened after that. I was out for a while, I guess. I didn't remember anything...what had happened...where was I...who was...who...

That son of a bitch. That fucking son of a bitch.

I got up slowly and checked to see if anyone was around. Nope. They're probably out smoking crack or whatever they get high off of. I hated them. Hated them with every inch of my soul. They'd get what they deserve, oh yes, I am sure of that. But I'll make sure I'm the one who gives it to them.

I looked around my cell, trying to find something...anything useful...

I spotted a few air holes that were keeping me alive. There was the toilet, the bed, the sink, the little table...wait...air holes...holes.

I went over to one of the air holes in the ceiling. I peeked my eye through it as I hovered a few inches off the ground. It could definitely work.

I lugged the small table over directly under the air hole, and I stood up on it. I put one of my eyes right under it. This has to work...it just has to...

With a squinting of the eye, a laser shot up through the air hole. It melted right through the ceiling. A beam shot up a few hundred feet about the warehouse. It worked...bet Docky Ocky didn't think of that.

I knew someone would have to see it. They'd come get me...they'd come get me...they'd have to. I tried to make the beam go higher. Glowing red like a contaminated pole, it stood out over the buildings like a sore thumb. Someone would have to see it. They'd come save me...they'd come...Spider-Man would come...

Doc Ock and that fucking pervert Chameleon must've seen it, too. They came rushing in a few minutes afterwards.

"Stop that! Stop that now!" They screamed.

I didn't answer. I just kept shooting the laser beam higher, higher...

"Chameleon, turn on the gas!"

"How much?"

"Do I look like I care? Stop her! Stop her!"

And, without much detail, I was out like a light. I hated passing out so much. It was a total drag. I should go punch someone (Like the person writing this). I mean, it's not healthy to pass out so much. I faint like, more than two times a week. Not too normal, huh? Actually, I'm not normal, either. So I don't really know what normal is to me.

When I woke I was in for a big surprise. I was on a bed, outside of my prison, and there were policemen around. Spider-Man was there. He was just staring at me. Spider-Man...

No! I won't be fooled again! It's not really him! It's just an illusion!

I tackled that fraud right on the spot. I started pounding on him with my fists.

"No! No! No!" I screamed.

"Jimmy...stop it! It's me!"

I started to punch harder.

"Like hell!"

I just pounded him.

...harder...harder...kill him...do it...

Two policemen dragged me off of him and handcuffed me in one quick motion. They sat me on the bed. I could so easily break them. But I need to get my strength back. Wait for the gas to ware off...

"What the hell is wrong with you, girl?"

"Shuddap! I'll kill him! I'll do it! Where's Doc Ock? He'll be gettin some too!"

"Doc Ock and his accomplice have fled. We approximated about an hour before we arrived."

"Stop lying!" I screamed to the cop. "That's the Chameleon!"

"No...that was Spider-Man."
"I don't believe you."

"Jimmy...ow...St. Jimmy, it's me..." Spider-Man said, still on the floor.

"Stop it! Stop!" I screamed. The officer put his hand on my shoulder, in that you're-not-going-anywhere-missy way.

"Ow..."
"Shuddap!"

"All I said was 'ow'! What is wrong with you?" Spider-Man said.

"I won't be fooled again...I won't! I know that's the Chameleon! I know..."

"Jimmy, its me. Spider-Man. The same Spider-Man who met you on that rooftop. The same Spider-Man who helped you with the Fantastic Four. The same Spider-Man that you just...brutally assaulted."

I looked at him for the first time with tears in my eyes.

"Spider-Man?"

"Let her go, boys," Spider-Man told the officers, getting up from the floor. "It was just a mistake."

"Since when do we take orders from you?"

"Since I have more strength in my pinky finger than you do in your entire squad."

"No. She is charged with assault."

"I refuse to press charges." He said simply. The cop stared at him with hate. He uncuffed me. I gave the two officers a yeah, dam right look and just walked out, not looking at anyone.

"Jimmy!" Spider-Man followed me outside. I stopped and turned around.

"No...no...I...I just...I didn't...I didn't know...I..."

Spider-Man hugged me. "Its okay. I know. I know. You've been through so much."

Tears soaked his costume. I was such a crybaby. Proud of it, too.

"No...no..."

"What?"

"Look, I know you care, but I have a big brother already."

"What?"

"I know you care. But you're just...I don't understand you."

"What?" He repeated.

"I just attacked you...literally attacked you...in broad daylight...and you still have sympathy for me. It's as if you can excuse me for murdering someone."

"I just understand the trauma you went through. I just want to help. I want you to know I'm here for you." He said.

"We barely know each other!" I spat. There. I said it.

"Spider-Man, come on. You have no idea what I'm up to. What if I was working with Doc Ock? What if this was all a huge plan or something? You have no idea who I am."

And with that, I left him. Left him to think about everything we've ever done together.