Ch.1
When I woke up, I was covered with a thin sheet, and was lying on a metal cot. I sat up slowly, my head was pounding. I ran through all the basics in my head. My name was Emily Black, I'm 20 years old, my best friend is Gwen Stacy. Wait, was. She was. Until my ex killed her. Just to get to spiderman. I sat all the way up, holding the sheet to my naked body. I wasn't cold though. No, in all honesty, I felt warm. Too warm. I looked down and saw frozen nitrogen on the ground. I stared at it for a few seconds, then I looked up when the door opened. It was Harry's personal assistant, Felicia. "Well at least they sent a girl in." I croaked, wrapping the hospital gown that was thrown at me, around my very thin body. She then took out a small poket knife, and grabbed my hand. She slashed it across my palm and I hissed. Then I realized that the door had been left wide open. I grabbed the knife out of her hand flipped onto her back, and slit her throat. I watched her fall with guilt, but it was quickly replaced whe I realized she was the one who would come and turn the temperature up every day. So instead of leaving the ward guilty I felt immensely happy.
I ran through Oscorp like a mouse would run through a maze. But after endless antagonizing minutes, I got out. I sprinted towards the largest building in New York. The Stark tower. I hoped my godfather was there. Deciding that I would never get there on foot I called a taxi. The drive there took less than two minutes, but by the time we got there I was shivering and exhausted. The driver looked back to collect his pay, but said,"Go fast kid." I stumbled out of the cab and lurched towards the door. I got all the way up to the bar floor, and stumbled out of the elevator. Seven pairs of eyes turned to me, but it was the seventh pair that shocked me. "Peter?" I whispered,"Help." then I blacked out.
When I woke up again I was on a couch, in fluffy pajamas. Everyone was looking at me in worry. "Em, what happened to you?" I looked Peter strait in the eye. "Well, it all started when Harry killed Gwen. I had tried to run to you, but Harry grabbed me from behind. He then put a rag over my mouth and I was knocked out cold. I was shut in an air tight room, they pumped liquid nitrogen in twenty four seven. And now I'm a freak." they shook their heads. "You just look different, you will always be the same Em." I tripped to a mirror. My olive skin had turned deathly pale, my pitch black hair went to striking white, but what the biggest difference was, was my eyes. My brown-red eyes had changed into a bright violet. The reason they were so noticeable though, was thrib right red ring around the irises. My eyes looked like a fire. A purple and red fire. "Well I guess this means I get to kill Harry, right?"