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Issue 2: Anger I awoke to stare down at the female contours displayed beneath my bed sheets. Jeez. The curves were still clearly girlish. Chest and hips noticeably so, limbs all around slimmer. Nothing changed there. I also had long soft hair. Of course. By touch I found my facial features drastically rearranged and, when I examined my reflection in the one way mirror, I found my face and body was... off. That wasn't me. Damn them. I was a guy! At this moment my appreciation of the female form was at an all time low. Just... well I didn't want this. I was angry. And being so weak made me feel vulnerable. Not a fan. Why had felt male last night when I slept. What gives with that? I mean how am I getting these dreams and memories of being Peter Parker whilst I sleep only to wake up a girl? It's like they're rubbing my nose in everything I've lost. I was Peter and not a girl... Without a clear answer or any way of getting one I put aside such dark thoughts. It was hard, and I suspected part of it was due to my altered state. I was unfamiliar with... these emotions. At least my hands were free. Thank God for small mercies - the webbing had dissolved. I'd hate to have to explain that to anyone. Renfield in particular. Again - where the heck did the webs come from? I examined my fingers closely to find my index finger and forefinger were a bit different near the nail. There was an almost imperceptible join. Like a flap... I felt an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach, wondering how far their changes went. Organic spinnerets? I thanked god again for small mercies. The webbing had not come from my abdomen. Now that would have been weird. Not that this wasn't weird. I paused as I considered. Was this weird? Yes. I was scared and angry and this was weird. Was I weird? God. No. I was just figuring out who I was now. My situation was so messy. I was a female clone with male memories. The female part was subtly different. It wasn't just physical. It was self perception. Emotions. Probably hormones too, affecting how I felt.. This was the hand life had dealt me. But what did it all mean? Was I a girl that wanted to be a guy? I think I'm a girl at least...and I'm used to being a guy...beyond that I don't really know. But I feel different. Was I really a girl though? Hmmm. I checked. Oh. No. I was definitely a girl. I'm not an expert on these things but I was clearly no longer a guy and... well... it was what I had envisaged. Sorta. Not entirely. But in the ball park. Well there goes my dreams of homecoming with MJ. And a bunch of other stuff I bet. I can always have new dreams. Still... these mongrels had taken the dreams I'd had up till now. Any chance of a life with MJ was shot. That kinda made me angry. Angrier. Good thing was that after my nights sleep I felt stronger. I guess my recuperative powers remain. My stomach rumbled loudly in my ears. Hungry. Damn I'm hungry. Hangry? Eying all the medical paraphernalia attached to me I decided I didn't need it. Out came the I.V. and... Ew, catheter. Off went the monitoring electrodes. I was still handcuffed to the gurney but I stood on my newly slimmed legs, bare ass hanging from my medical gown, swaying drunkenly. "Whrats frer bweakfasht?" I asked. Then my legs gave out and the gurney fell loudly atop me, pulled by the handcuffs. Shamefacedly I righted it and climbed back in. A male nurse came over and disapprovingly started to hook up the equipment but I pushed him away. He was tall, square featured and quite fit, probably in his mid twenties with an ex military sense about him. The nurse grunted and retreated. "You're note ready yet," he said. "Get her something to eat," a female voice instructed over a speaker and the nurse nodded. I looked up into the one way glass. That hadn't been Renfield. Someone else. The nurse soon returned with a tray of food, handing it angrily to me. I stared at the food. "Wrat is thris?" I asked in disgust as, with a shaking hand, I scooped some up with the spoon and let it drop wetly back into the bowl. What onomatopoeia was that exactly? Slop. "Gruel?" I asked, making a sour face. "Baby food," the nurse said with a malicious grin. "Well minced up worms really. Sadly you're only able to eat mushed up bugs. Something else they did. You're more like a Spider now," the male nurse said with a sneer. I swallowed, eyes widening. Oh you gotta be kidding me! I felt a sudden surge of anger and fear and my eyes threatened to tear up. "Blain, please do not taunt Jessica. It's counter productive," a primly suited woman instructed as she entered the room. Her hair was pulled back and she wore horn rimmed glasses. Her voice matched the one from the speaker. Her face was porcelain white and her dark hair made her look like she stepped from a silent movie. "Ignore Blain. You're perfectly normal in your dietary needs Jessica. It's just that your stomach has never processed solids before. We're introducing you slowly to food. A bit like a starved man. Well woman," she explained. I read the name pass on her lanyard - Doctor Phillips. "Sure thing doc," Nurse Blain agreed unapologetically. "I was only having a little fun with her. No harm intended." My eyes widened with understanding and I scowled at him, my anger growing. Jerk, your little joke nearly gave me fits. "Hmmm, very well. See to the others," the woman responded waving the nurse away. Petulantly I pointed a pair of fingers at the nurses feet and twitched muscles experimentally. The spinneret muscles were new and weak but the target was close. There was a Fizzss sound, distinctly different to the familiar Thwypp of web shooters, and a glob of webbing shot out from my two fingers to ensnare the nurses feet. Blain let out a cry of surprise as he tripped and fell flat on his face. He turned back to me, daggers in his eyes. "Funny?" I asked slowly, carefully enunciating the question as the man angrily removed his shoes and left them webbed to the floor, walking out warily. I tried some of the food. It tasted like apple compote. Hmm. Mouth feels different. Teeth aren't the same. I spooned another mouthful of food. It's good despite being mush. The newly arrived woman turned to look at me. "Good Morning Jessica. I'm Doctor Phillips," she said, putting down a large file marked Peter Parker part 7 on my table. "You slept well I hope? I see you figured out your spinnerets." I eyed the woman, unsure if she was referring to my accident in the middle of the night, my ears burning. "I'm a Psychologist. I specialise in meta human psychology. I've worked at the Triskelion with both the Avengers and the inmates there, and now work for the CIA. I will be your personal psychologist Jessica." She patted the folder. "I've been reading Peter Parker's file. There is a lot to digest. He is quite young for the mantle of a hero." She smiled. "But I'm here to help you and not him." I made a sour expression. We were the same person. "We will be having daily sessions Monday to Friday. Our sessions are being recorded to be reviewed by my superiors and standard patient doctor confidentiality does not apply - due to your non person legal status. You are an EMD and property of the CIA after all." She paused to let her words sink in. Non person legal status! Property? #%|*? that! I thought. "Wrats an EMD? You knrow I really hrate TLA's. They're sro... ridonks." "Entity of Mass Destruction." She frowned. "And what does TLA mean?" Phillips asked cooly. "Three Lretter Acronrym..." I said. "Ah. Yes. Of course. The famous Spider-Man wit," She looked me over. "So based on available intelligence it appears that Peter Parker, and therefore you, have not used the services of a psychiatrist before. Is that correct?" I grunted noncommittally. "Let us begin then. How are you feeling today Jessica?" Doc Phillips asked. "You knrow. Nrot myself," I responded warily feeling vulnerable. "And it'sh Peter," I corrected irritably. I felt slightly better. At least I'm getting the hang of speaking with my new mouth... I sound like a little kid though. Like a girl... cause you are Pete. My jaw clenched. "Peter Parker?" Doctor Phillips took some notes, considered the dossier then shook her head and regarded me with sympathetic eyes. Ah the theatre of condescension. "I'll be blunt Jessica. Moving forward it's best to let go of your past. For you and the ones you love. You aren't Peter Parker and trying to hold onto that will only cause pain and confusion for everyone. This is all unexplored territory. But we need to understand who Peter Parker is and what motivates him for you to move forward. Because you aren't him." "I ... hadn't... noticed," I grumbled petulantly, taking my time with the words. My ill humour was clear as I scooped another mouthful of the compote and shoveled it into my mouth. Don't let them know they're getting to you Pete. "Wrow. This tastes wonderful. The best meal I've ever had. Well technically it's the first meal I've ever had so it has to be the best... wonder if my tastes differ now. Will have to see I suppose." I made light of my situation. One of my old tricks. "Right then." She paused dramatically. "Why does Peter Parker wear a mask?" Phillips asked, moving undeterred by my inane banter. I kept silent as I toyed with my food, an unhappy expression on my face. I didn't want to talk about this but clearly I'm expected too. Perhaps I might get some useful information from Phillips, but my instincts told me to keep quiet. "It looks cool," I suggested. "You know. Dramatic. Like your pauses," I mocked. "Does it have something to do with that tired clich? that with great power comes great responsibility?" ahe suggested. She knew that? One of my key tenets... I sighed angrily. The way she'd mocked it I guessed I'd hit a nerve. She thought herself superior. It figured. But antagonism wouldn't help, no matter how good it felt. Time to start this basket weaving session and see what I can learn. "I do it tro... protect... Family ... and... friends," I responded. I feel like I'm betraying them and myself but I'd said this much to any number of cops and random people. "MJ and Aunt May. Your classmates. Your work colleagues at the Bugle. Yes. Protect them from what?" Phillips asked, writing. That simple sentence confirmed my fears. They knew about everyone. That was bad. My eyes grew moist and I nodded. This was my worst nightmare. Everyone that matters to me exposed...and I couldn't protect them. I pulled weakly against my restraint. "From... enemies," I stated simply. Enemies like you. You people know way too much about me. I tried to keep the anger from my voice. "Are you sure?" Phillips pressed. "Pretty. Sure," I responded darkly. I need to be careful not to give them too much. Phillips put down her pad and smoothed her business skirt. "I have a number of theories I wish to explore with you today. Usually I take time to unearth a patients issues. But you don't have time. We are working to a deadline," she said. "Dead is the operative word..." I agreed. They intended on wiping my mind after all. "Correct. Firstly, we all wear masks, metaphorically speaking. Spider- Man. He is the mask that Peter Parker wears. Loud. Brash. Violent. A raging id let loose on the world. Peter Parker. The super ego. In control. A moral compass. Reserved. Intelligent. A genius based on what I've read in his file. I think Peter Parker enjoys the freedom of being a hero but is ashamed of Spider Man. He could not let himself be Spider Man if people knew it was him. It's not about protecting others but protecting himself. So he compartmentalises his life. Keeps everyone at a distance. Hence the mask," The doctor observed my response. "You figured that... out all be yourself? Or did you read it... on the back of a chewing gum wrapper?" I chuckled thinly. "You're wrong. I... have enemies," I said. "Like Otto Octavius and Norman Osborn? They both know who Peter Parker is. Consider how many of Peter Parker's enemies and allies know who he is," she pointed out. I considered. Black Cat had seen my face. The Kingpin too. I sighed. Mary Jane. The X Men. They knew who Spider Man was. Nick Fury. I grunted. "Do you think I... could join the X Men? You know. Cause I'm an ex man..." "You're deflecting Jessica," Phillips said. "What... does it matter? You're going to wipe my mind soon and I'll be gone," I growled. "Would that be such a bad thing?" she asked. I stared. What the hell kind of question was that? I didn't respond. %*|#+ her! "I mean Peter Parker does have a death wish doesn't he?" she clarified. Again I didn't respond. Her questions made me uncomfortable. Double %*|#+ her! She doesn't know me. "As I said. I have theories. One is that Peter Parker is trying to kill himself. Up until your Uncle's death his activities were rational. Seeking to use his abilities for personal gain. After Ben Parker's death Peter's actions are ... suicidal. He has constantly thrown himself into situations that should have killed him. Is his guilt so strong that he wants want to die? Do you share his death wish?" she asked. "I don't want to die," I said with even certainty, resenting her suggestion. She didn't understand me. Probably couldn't. "Just a theory worth exploring. We've invested a lot in you and it would be a shame if you got yourself killed..." Phillips shrugged. "Oh %#|*? you," I muttered darkly. She paused and wrote for a while. The silence stretched uncomfortably. I pushed my bowl away, my appetite gone. I hated this. The powerlessness. How weak and vulnerable and wrong I felt. How my emotions seemed to change on me. That they had me under a microscope. She clicked her pen annoyingly and turned to look at me. "They think they can wipe your mind and the program is moving forward based on that assumption. For the next month there will be mental evaluations, physical rehabilitation and baseline testing. Then they wipe your mind and turn you into an agent. Train you properly," she explained clinically. "So it's okay for you to murder me but suicide is not okay. A bit hypocritical. You want me for my body and not for my mind... a girl could get a complex," I sourly said. "Honestly I'm not so certain they can wipe your mind. And even if they can there is no certainty that it will stick. Particularly with the link to the Prime..." she explained. I nodded, liking that possibility. It gave me hope. "That sounds promising." "What we're doing here is a... redundancy measure... in case the agent training doesn't stick. My job is to get you in the right head space Jessica. Make sure you are okay and not a mental wreck like some of the earlier phases. A rogue EMD that tries to reinsert herself into Peter Parker's life would be... embarrassing for the program. Unfortunate for your family and friends," Phillips explained, her face serious. Embarrassing sounds like an understatement. Unfortunate...? Was that a threat or a warning? I considered, "You think... I want to take over my old life?" I asked. They fear exposure. They should... "I don't know. That's a question you need to answer for yourself. I can tell that there have been cloning programs before. Unsuccessful programs. Clones that resented their Primes and tried to take over their lives. Those programs had to be canceled." She paused. "That sounds very final," I observed not liking the implications. Something possibly worse than a mind wipe. "Yes. Unfortunate for all parties involved. But your case is rather ... unprecedented. All phases have exhibited retention of Peter Parker's memories, to varying degrees. They are... more mature." Again she paused to let me digest her words. Doc Phillips continued. "A clone is more like a twin. A physical duplicate with an independent mind of its own. If their ageing is accelerated they are immature and childish. But something links the minds of this projects clones to the Primes. We hadn't known Peter Parker had any psychic abilities. It's inexplicable." "The Prime?" I repeated, brow furrowing as I considered. She was right. A clone shouldn't have the originals memories. The human mind is an infinitely complex thing. Chances are effectively zero that any two people, even if they shared genetics, would have the same memories. And I was still getting Peter's memories when I slept. I've been body swapped with Wolverine once before by Jean Grey. Could that be the cause? No. Jean wouldn't do this to me. Something else. The symbiote? Hells bells. Best not let them know my thoughts on that. "I see you understand your unique situation," she said pleased. "Somehow you all remain linked to the Prime and when you sleep you relive his day. The dreams are mentally scarring... your nocturnal emissions and nightmare from last night," she said delicately but I felt irritated and embarrassed all the same. "This is a problem. It prevents all of you from moving on and realising your full potential." "And it's annoying too," I observed still blushing. They know about last nights dreams. Of course they do. God how embarrassing! Putting aside the problem this presents for me it looks like their super soldier program has a major flaw. They clearly wanted a powerful agent unfettered by morals. My morality was a flaw to them. And if they decide this flaw cannot be resolved will they decide to start again? Will I be cancelled? It's not like they're bound by ethics. Why do I feel like I'm just a disposable asset to them? Is she fishing for reasons to end me? Phillips smirked. "I bet. No. I want you to be an individual. All of you." I nodded. "We're on the same page here, clones are people two," I observed wryly. Phillips shook her head at the double entendre. So this Prime mind link might mean they can't mind wipe me and make me into their docile super pet... And I have a shrink to assess me... Is she here to assess the risk I present to their program or to help me? Probably both. They must know I'll never be an assassin. What else could the CIA use me for? I'd probably help with benevolent activities... that didn't seem like them. "Can we be serious please," Phillips said. "Sorry, just cloning around," I joked. My gut tells me I need to play along with this head shrinker and tell her and whoever else is watching what they want to hear or it's goodbye mini Pete. Or maybe she's on my side in all this. Maybe. But I doubted it. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose to organise my thoughts. Phillips eyebrow arched. "So do you think you will try to reinsert yourself into the Prime's life?" Would I? It was my life. All I'd known. But it wasn't my life. I was the copy. The imposter. This... thing. Thinking about it made me so angry. Could I? It would be the end of Pete's secret identity and any chance of a sane normal life for him. I couldn't do that to him. This wasn't his fault. The risk to my friends and family was just too great. They might not know I existed but that didn't change my feelings for them. Hi Aunt May. I'm your nephews's female clone Jessica. Why did the CIA clone him? Well because he's Spider-Man. Surprise! I can't see that conversation happening. All Pete's lies would come out and we'd both be on the streets. She'd hate both of us and rightly so... no there. Oh hey MJ. Yeah. It's me Pete. Oh yeah. I'm a girl now. Isn't this totes cool? I know we broke up but this isn't awkward at all now. Now we're both girls we can be BFF's - we can, like, hang together at the mall, shop, talk about our crushes on boys, share makeup and stuff... No. Never happening. Could I just turn my back on my life? I could maybe lurk on the edges. Be a second cousin of Pete's, enrol in his school and live a vicarious version of my old life. Live a lie. That would be worse than turning my back on my old life... Even if the CIA let me... which they wouldn't. Maybe if I went to Sheild ... and then Nick Fury would own me instead. But a life alone... Never to see those I loved. I'd be protecting the ones I loved though. Their safety was my responsibility. It was a bitter pill but I knew the answer. "Don't worry Doctor. There's no way I'm dragging this ridiculous clone saga back home to Aunt May and Peter Parker. She doesn't know about Spider Man. I'd have to tell her who Peter Parker really is if I ever wanted to explain this." I motioned at my new body. "I'd literally be betraying everything I stand for. And that's not happening. I want her to be safe. She's lost her husband. She's been through enough. I'm not going to ruin her life. Or... or Peters. No. He has his hands full juggling his own dramas without me jumping out of a closet and into his life." "It's not just May Parker. What about Mary Jane Watson?" Phillips pushed. I yawned, starting to feel tired. "I just broke up with Mary Jane to protect her. You think I'm going to try and get back together with her?" I snorted derisively and rubbed sleepy eyes. "I have a sinking suspicion that's not going to happen. Even if I wanted it too," I continued, touching my chest to emphasise my point. Yep. The truth hurts. I grimaced. "No. I wear the mask to protect the ones I love. But... this isn't a mask." I motioned at my new face. "This is me now. And there is still a Peter Parker. You have no need to worry, Pete and I are going our separate ways. There isn't room in his life for me. The only reason I would get back into his life would be if you guys threatened it. If you try to use that as leverage on me then it will end badly for everyone. You have my word on that. Tell your bosses that too," I stated. God. That's pretty much the truth. I sat there, the crushing weight of my own words baring down on me. Oh. No. I felt wetness in my eyes. My life as I knew it really was over. "That's very ... insightful, Jessica. You're Peter Parker no more..." Phillips stated simply. I up angrily at the Doctor. "Yeah. Woman's intuition," I muttered. My face was not angry but bleak. Jessica Drew? I don't like them naming me. But I'm not sure I have a choice. Doctor Phillips nodded and considered my clearly troubled state. "It's a start. A good one. I think we're done for today. You look tired. You need more rest and I think you need to consider your situation more." "Yeah. Um. Can I get some clothes? And can you get rid of the handcuffs?" I yawned. "I think so. You seem to pose no risk of self harm," the doctor noted. "I'll put in a good word for you." I nodded my thanks as I lay back down on my gurney and closed my eyes. I'll leave you alone Pete. But can you leave me alone... I wonder. I cleared my throat. "Hey doc? Is it self loathing to hate your clone?" I called. Doctor Phillips did not respond as she scanned herself out of my cell. I looked at the camera and smiled with anger evident on my face. "What you should be worried about is me coming after you." I webbed the camera lense. * * * Blain entered, unlocked my wrist cuff that kept me gurney bound and handed me three pieces of clothing. He also left wrist and ankle manacles on the gurney. "Get changed and put your jewellery on. The wrist cuffs go behind your back. Time for some PT Princess," he said. "If you're up to it." I examined the clothing. Some kind of long sleeved leotard, a sports bra and sports panties. I rolled my eyes, uncertain whether I preferred the hospital gown over this. No. The leotard wasn't open at the rear. In some ways it was similar from my spider outfit. I waited for Blain to leave. I didn't like him. He took his sweet time. On purpose I was sure. I turned my back to the one way mirror and clumsily walked over to the curtained alcove that also contained a shower. This time I didn't fall. Yay me. I am the amazing ambulator! Seriously walking was a small victory. Piped music was turned on as I readied to change. Enya. I groaned as the strains of Orinoco Flow filled my cell. Blain must be torturing me. No one could like that music outside of an elevator. I pulled the curtains shut and changed into the smalls and leotard. I felt only mildly ridiculous. No tutu which was good and as I just said my spidey outfit was similar. It wasn't so much my clothes but my body that made me feel self conscious. I reminded myself I was angry. Angry meant I didn't dwell on other stuff. As instructed I put on wrist and ankle manacles and then Blain returned and frogmarched me from my room, past a bunch of similarly locked doors to what could only be described as a gymnastics hall. I stumbled once but Blain caught me. "Watch your step bug girl," he grumbled as he guided me in and sat me down on a wooden bench. I still felt tired and weak but I resolved not to let this misogynistic clown see any weakness. There was no sign of my super strength or speed still which worried me. I noticed that the floor had some give to it, a proper gymnastics floor. Interesting. There were ceiling hung climbing ropes and rings, parallel bars, trampolines, mats, balance beams, a few pommelled horses, horizontal bars, crash mats, spring boards and a bunch of wall and roof hung equipment I didn't recognise. Not a danger room but decent enough. "You're not at full strength. Probably cause you're a girl," Blain said. He went and got himself a drink from the water fountain then returned and almost disdainfully undid my restraints. "You have an hour. The others were way more physically ahead of you by now... but they're freaks." He laughed. "But then so are you. Go do a circuit... if you can," he said nonchalantly as he left me, making sure to lock me in. %|*#*? you I thought. I sat on the floor and stretched out first, going through a number of different movements. My muscles weren't as elastic or limber as I remembered. New body I redundantly reminded myself. I started to push the stretches harder. I winced in pain but kept going, gritting my teeth. After fifteen minutes I was almost exhausted but I'd be damned if I'd let Blain be right. I was peeved. Next I started some simple calisthenics. I couldn't hold anything for long. My body felt like it was made of lead and my muscles shook almost violently, but I worked through the pain. I grabbed a drink of water and then tried walking the balance bar. Two steps and I fell off. I did it again. Again. These people would not defeat me. I'd get back what I'd lost. Anger was my friend. My motivator. I approached the wall and tried to climb it. My fingers ached and slid. I forced myself, exerting every bit of will. My fingers stuck. I did three pull ups. Then my fingers gave out. Still forming? Must be. But it was coming back. Small victories. When Blain returned he found me stretching again and seemed amused. "Can you walk?" He asked condescendingly as he dropped my 'jewellery' in front of me. I smiled without amusement as I put the manacles on. Walking back I didn't stumble even though my muscles quivered and my steps were shaky. I got to my gurney and sat, hiding my relief as Blain unlocked me. He motioned to some soup on the nearby table."Grasshopper stew bug girl. Yum yum." "It's Spider," I corrected him. And I could tell it was pea and ham soup. It smelled wonderful. I'd definitely worked up an appetite. My mouth watered. "Whatever freak," he said tersely as he turned and left. I contemplated webbing his feet. Nah. That was getting old. "Blain?" I asked. He turned around and eyed me. "What?" he asked irritably. "You've got something on your chin," I said, pointing to my chin. He went to touch his chin. Perfect. Fizzzs. I webbed his forefinger to his chin. "Think about it," I suggested with a smirk. Blain left in a foul mood and I felt much better. * * * After lunch an instructor arrived. I was put in manacles again and taken back to the gymnastics hall. My instructor introduced himself as Gong. He was a lean powerfully built man of Chinese extraction in his late twenties. Evidently one of the CIA's best combat instructors and he took me through a tai chi lesson. We didn't talk much. He instructed me on the forms and I listened and copied. My anger and resentment prevented my from engaging in conversation but evidently I was a good student as he was relatively pleased with my progress. After he left I went over the lesson and repeated the forms. Things were getting easier. Then Blain came back. His skin looked a bit tender on his chin. The must have pulled the web off too soon. As Blain took me back to my room he paused and then said. "I've been thinking..." my spider sense went off as he pushed me over. I fell awkwardly and, as I rolled over to stand, he put a heavy booted foot down on my chest, pressing things I didn't like. I stared up at him, arms pinned behind me and hurting. "Listen freak. In this corridor they can see us on the camera but there is no audio. So we can talk without the doctors or scientists hearing." He rubbed his chin and ground his foot. I cried out. "Getting that webbing off my chin really hurt. You do anything cute like again and you won't just be fishing bugs out of your food. That I promise you. Do we understand each other?" I stared up at him. He wasn't angry. Just serious. I was angry. "Go to hell," I snarled. "You got a temper kid. I'll give you that," he sighed. "There are worse people here than me freak. You need to save that anger for the people doing this to you. I'm just a cog in the machine..," he helped me stand and I angrily twisted my shoulder out of his grip. Or I tried to. With a disappointed sigh he pushed me hard into the wall. "Stop it." "You're as bad as them," I growled, face and body pinned to the wall. "Beating up a defenceless... person." "You're not a person. They grew you... you're a thing. And it was you that made this physical. I didn't lay a hand on you until you started in with your webs. So blame yourself." He looked at the hatred in my eyes. "You really don't get it do you? Gong. Phillips. Reilly. You need to worry about them." "So that makes being a douche ok?" I snapped. "Heh. Sue me," He sneered as he pulled me roughly away from the wall and guided me to my cell. Once inside he let me go. "So bug girl. Can I trust you enough to take off your manacles?" He asked warily. Damn him! I hated him. I hated everyone here. "Freak?" he asked. "Fine," I snapped. "Good." He undid my manacles. "I'm glad we had our little talk freak," he said as he turned to leave. "Dinner is stewed worms..." "Blain?" I called as I eyed the mashed food. It smelled good. "Yeah," he turned back warily. "You're a %?*%?," I said, thumb toying with my spinster fingers. I really wanted to get even. He nodded. "Glad we cleared that up leach girl. Sweet dreams. Don't let the bed bugs bite," he said. "It's Spider-Woman," I corrected angrily, rubbing my swollen face. "Whatever you say freak. Doesn't matter. You'll be gone soon." He shut the door to my cell. Then Enya came back on. Sail away huh? I ate my meal in silence. These guys were going to pay. All of them.