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Kneeling, Harry pulled out the vial of Oz and the injection syringe from his bag. Filling it up with the bubbling golden liquid, he approached MJ's sleeping frame. Cursing himself for doing this, he grabbed her arm and jabbed the needle into MJ's soft skin. He watched sadly but eagerly as the bubbling gold liquid travelled down the plunger and into MJ's system. He stoked his ex's hair as she moaned slightly from the alien chemicals now flowing all around her body. Harry withdrew the syringe and stuffed it and the vial back into his bag. He took one last look at the sleeping MJ before kissing her passionately on the lips. "Soon MJ, soon... Soom you'll be just like me..."
"Jesus, I can't do this..." Greer thought pulling the sheet closer to her face. She was walking among sea of New Yorkers, and already a couple of them had given her weird looks or attempted to approach her. All of sudden; she heard footsteps, heavy footsteps running towards her. Turning she saw two large men running towards her. Terrified but not wanting to start a scene, Greer quickened her pace. However the footsteps quickened, and got closer and closer. With nothing to do, Greer bent over and shielded herself with her arms. "Aghh..." she whimpered as she waited for impact. None came. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" one of the men yelled back at her as he jogged past. "Crazy hobo..." the other muttered.
"Hobo...That's it...I look like a homeless person..." Greer thought looking at her seemingly shabby reflection in a shop window. "This can probably work..." she comforted herself as she entered a not to crowded fast food joint. "Can I take your order?" the strawberry blonde waitress asked as Greer walked up to the counter. "Um...A number 1" Greer mumbled not wanting to tilt her head upwards too much. "What...Sorry, can't hear you through your huge scarf." "Number 1." Greer said louder. "Is there anything else?" "No." "What?" "No!" Greer said louder. "Geez ok...Hey wait, your eyes...Are they..." "No they're not..." Greer said panicking. "Hold still!" the blonde girl said while attempting to reach for Greer's face. Greer backed away only to knock into the person behind her. "What's your problem?" he asked. "I...I tripped..." Greer stuttered. Feeling trapped, she prepared to leave the store.
"Hey wait!" the blonde girl shouted. Ignoring the girl, Greer continued moving. "Hey!" Annoyed, Greer decided to turn around to give the girl a piece of her mind. The blonde, surprised by Greer's sudden halt tried to skid to a stop, only to slip on a piece of grease paper and fall flat on the floor just as Greer spun around. From the back and the sides, it looks as if Greer had just spanked the girl across the face. From the bottom the blonde girl could see Greer's feline features clearly. The both of them stared at each other in frozen fear, both girls trying to anticipate what the other was going to do. Finally, the blonde girl's face broke into a grin.
"You really are a..." "HEY!" Both turned to see what a middle age balding man waddle towards them. "Did you just hit my employer? DID YOU?" "She did! I saw it with my own eyes." The guy who Greer bumped into chirped unhelpfully. "What? No I didn't! I..." Greer tried to say. "Mr. Manager, it wasn't like that, it was..."Get that freaking head scarf off when I'm talking to you!" the manager yelled at Greer ignoring the blonde's explanations. "I'm sorry sir, I can't..." Without warning, the manager tore Greer's hood off. "Uh oh..." Greer thought as she watched the expression on the manager's face turn from one to anger, to fear and lastly to hate. "Call 911! This animal just attacked my employee!" he bellowed like a mad bull. "No it wasn't like that!" the blonde protested, but Greer had already made a mad dash for the door. She had already seen several people whipping out their phones to call 911 and knew there was no point trying to explain herself. "EXCUSE ME!" she yelled as she blundered past a couple that just entered the restaurant.
"So MJ, what do you want to eat?" Peter asked lovingly as he held MJ's hands. "Anything you can afford Tiger..." MJ said teasingly as she cuddled closer to her boyfriend. "You ok? You look a little pale..." Peter asked looking at MJ's beautiful yet still haggard face. "I'm fine...Just a bit woozy from my nap..." She wasn't lying, at 730pm that night, she had woken up from her nap feeling like shit. Her whole arm ached and her body was quivering uncontrollably. Unsure whether to see a doctor and cancel the date, she had decided to call Peter, However, upon hearing his concerned voice over the line, she felt guilty. "I mean, I was the one who forced him on this date..." she had thought. Pushing her disturbed thoughts out of the way she had told Peter to come as quick as he could. "It's that time of the month." MJ concluded quickly ending her worried train of thoughts . "Oh. Ok." Peter said awkwardly. "How about here?" he suggested pointing to a cheap fast food joint. MJ frowned. "Here? Why here?" she asked taking in the wall's peeling paint and the broken sign at the window. "If we eat here, I can afford tickets to that movie you wanted to watch!" Peter ginned. MJ sighed "Alright..."
"Don't get me wrong Parker but are you sure you want to eat here I mean..." "EXCUSE ME!" There was a flash of orange followed by MJ falling aside as whatever the flash was, it was strong... "MJ, you ok?" Peter asked as he helped her up. "Yeah... Yeah I'll live...What was that?" MJ asked. "There was this crazy feral mutant in here! It attacked my employee!" a man yelled hysterically. "Um where's the bathroom?" Peter asked nervously. "Oh. Um there..." the man said pointing to the shabbiest part of the restaurant. "Thanks..." Peter mumbled as he rushed away. "Weird boyfriend you have there..." the man said to MJ while scratching his hair, or what was left of it. "Oh, you have no idea..."