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Issue 5: Acceptance After the guards came and took Krystal away I crawled back to bed and pulled the covers over myself, mainly cause I felt like crap. Physically and mentally. I wanted to hide from this prison and from my thoughts. The nausea and aching was odd. With my spider powers I'd not really been prone to much illness. In fact I'd felt pretty invincible. I could shrug of injuries that would have killed normal people or taken them months to recover from. But I was not a hundred percent powers wise - in fact I had normal human strength, speed and reflexes. I had spider sense, webbing, wall crawling, endurance and, well, I'd thought resilience. Evidently my resilience was reduced. I felt so... blegh. I lay there, thoughts churning. Being a prisoner gave me time for introspection. My life as spider-man was pretty full. School, study and homework. Work at the Bugle, working on their web page and taking the odd photo. Chores at home, making web fluid and repairing my suit. Patrolling as Spider-Man. Time with MJ, Kitty or Gwen. Commuting about... But now I just had this cell, the gym and training, my basket weaving sessions and my thoughts. My thoughts. Argh I'd kill for some web swinging action as a diversion. My mind drifted back to Krystal. She was the only real person in my life that I felt any affinity for. I hardly knew her but I considered her a... friend? The other people in my life were either jailers or... lets face it... in my head. "Oy," I muttered. No. Krystal and I weren't truly friends but I felt like we could be. We were kindred spirits. And I'd liked hanging with her. She was honest, sincere and real. But Krystal was in this mess partly thanks to me. I suspected these people might have taken someone off the streets regardless - she'd said other street kids disappeared. But they'd chosen her because of me... because she looked like MJ. What they thought was my type, I was sure. I felt responsible. And I was getting angrier at myself and my captors. It was so frustrating. I thought about Kitty. She was Peter's girlfriend but... to my mind she was also mine. It was kinda deluded but, well delusion is part of human nature. What would she think of me? Some horrible science experiment? Could she ever see me as a real person? As someone she cared for? As someone she loved? I couldn't see that... I really was stalking her. It was really wrong. I had to let Peter have his life and I had to have my own. I started to cry in frustration. But what choice did I have? I couldn't escape. Peter. This prison. My body. My emotions. My thoughts. Lying there moping in discomfort I didn't realise I had another visitor until he pushed me. "Hey. Bug girl. You okay?" Blain prompted. "Go away," I grumbled irritably. I didn't need his crap today. I felt all wound up and angry and depressed. And sick. "That time of month huh?" He said almost cruelly. I huffed dismissively in response, blinking away tears, then reconsidered, eyes widening at the possibility. That... would explain a lot. "Yeah. It's on your charts. The bioscan doesn't lie. The reason you feel off is because you have PMT. No joke - even if it is pretty funny. I thought they'd fill you in on your cycle. Heh. You can kinda tell by looking at you - your face is all puffy and bloated..." he said. "It sucks to be you right? Who knew invertebrates had periods." I stared at this cretin with a distinct sense of nausea. "Right then, put your jewellery on. You need to exercise," Blain said. "Go away," I reiterated as I realised despondently he was right. I tried not to think about the implications. Girl parts. Girl cycles. I felt even sicker suddenly. Like I might throw up. "Listen up bug girl. Lying around moping isn't going to help. Come on. You've got physio to go through," He said, prodding me. "Half of the worlds population deals with this. You can too." "I will web you..." I warned archly. I really wanted to clean his clocks right then but restrained myself. "And I'll beat your scrawny bug ass. I thought you were a hero..." he mocked. "I am Spider-Man," I growled, jaw clenching. "But it's the weekend. Me time. I'm going to sleep," I'd earned it. Go to sleep and see what's happening in Pete's life. I was feeling particularly emotional at the moment. I wanted to take my mind off Krystal and what I was going through. I was not going to do what this idiot wanted. Period. Argh! "Fine. Suit yourself. Doc Phillips said exercise was a good way to relieve the symptoms," Blain said. He turned to go. "You could go on the pill. That might moderate things too. Plus... you know. Stop you getting pregnant," he leered. Blain made my skin crawl and I again debated webbing him up. I really needed to break something... or I might cry. Maybe exercise would be good. "Wait..." I called. I hated to admit it but he was probably right about the exercise. Manacled I walked to the gymnasium where I was unchained and did an extended workout. It was not pleasant but I made myself get up a good sweat. I tried wall crawling and found it difficult without my spider strength but pushed myself, managing to get to the ceiling and web swinging about the room. By the end my arms and shoulders ached and I was exhausted. But I felt better. I then did my tai chi forms and practiced what Gong had showed me, trying to focus on the exercises rather than what my body was going through. Puberty is a pretty confusing time. I'd liked girls up till now and was comfortable with that... but... would I still be? I didn't know. I thought about guys I knew. Flash Thompson. Ew. Wolverine. Again Ew. Johnny Storm. I shrugged. I liked Johnny but... Well, to be honest I didn't know him very well. Was he cute? I really didn't know. Kong. Meh. I frowned as I continued through my practice trying to see if I had any interest in guys. The best I could do was 'friends'. But girls...? Kitty. I had a crush on her. Same as MJ. But was that from my old body and Pete's new memories or was that me? It felt like me but... maybe it wasn't. Jeez. I keep coming back to this crap. I didn't know myself. So... moving forwards. It seemed I had functional female reproductive organs now. Hells bells. I had the ability to bare kids... Did I even want kids? I'd never considered it. No, I didn't want kids at the moment. Jeez I was still just a kid. Was that what all this difference in biology between guys and girls was all about? Procreation? No. That wasn't it. Not entirely. There was the instinct to reproduce I guess. That was imbedded in most people. As a guy I'd been focused on girls because... well... they were girls. And I was a teenage boy. They were fun. Exciting. I liked being in a relationship and sharing my life with someone. And they're girls. There were... perks. My life was complicated and at times just so hard to deal with. A partner made it bearable. That's why I'd gone to MJ and then to Kitty. Pete had. Whatever. But I didn't like girls because I wanted kids. They were girls. It was simple. Still there had always been this vague plan in the back of my mind. Some time in the future there was going to be living together with a girl and having a family. Maybe... but the change to my genetics from the spiders bite had thrown a monkey wrench in those gears. It was something I'd been aware of but never properly thought through. Now I did, well it didn't seem so simple. Would my kids be mutants? Genetic abominations? Villains? Was I sterile? Would Peter or... would I ever have kids? Could either of us risk it? It was more complicated for me because I was not really a girl. Was I? Putting aside all the weird genetic issues... did I want kids? The idea creeped me out. Girl parts. A human growing inside me. The miracle of birth. A baby... feeding... The implications were coming home now. Being a parent. A mother? I sighed. That was something to worry about later. The responsible thing to do was not to have kids... I shook off those thoughts. So. Monthly periods... well I just had PMT at the moment. I had more to discover it seemed. When I returned to my cell and was unshackled I grunted to Blain in recognition that he was right. I did feel better. I considered whether I liked him. Nope. I wasn't getting Stockholm Syndrome. No Beauty and the Beast stuff here thank god. He was human dirt but I... well I needed to at least be semi polite - for now. "I want comfort food..." I declared. "Ice cream and chocolate," Not too polite. He was my nurse. It was his job. Keep the multi- million dollar investment happy. "Please sir," he prompted. "Don't push me Blain..." I retorted darkly as I turned my back on him. I wondered how much money they had invested in creating me. Lots no doubt. That sickened me again. "You have to look after me. That's your job. Trust me. I'd prefer to get it myself." I went and had a hot shower, water almost scalding. That seemed to help. The food was pushed under the door as I returned to the nest I'd made with Krystal. Fresh cookies, chocolate and ice cream along with my usual lunch. I ate but thinking about Krystal and all the other crap in my life stole all the joy from the self indulgence. Then I slept. *** "They came and took her away. They're taking kids off the street," I said angrily as I brushed my teeth then spat. Personal grooming was the most irritating chore. Even brushing my teeth reminded me of the change I'd gone through. My teeth were different. I felt like my mouth was exploding with misgrown teeth. But they looked fine. I tried not to think about showering, using the toilet or dressing. It's hard to ignore your body when you're consciously doing it though. It was Monday morning, two days after Krystal's visit, and I'd got my first period. Pelvic pain and intermittent cramps that extended into my lower back and upper legs. A headache and nausea. Most of my PMT plus... Other stuff. It wasn't enjoyable. Nuff said. "What are you talking about?" Dr Phillips asked. She took a sip of her coffee and passed me one. The smell of it was pleasant and I noted that the caf? name was upon the disposable cup. Brewmasters. A chain. Not useful to me. "What do you know about the people you work for?" I countered as I grudgingly accepted the coffee and then grimaced at my lack of forethought. I'd just brushed my teeth dammit. I took an angry sip. Toothpaste and coffee. Blegh. "It's government with..." she said. "The FBI." "Is it?" I pushed, my delicate physical state heightening my irritable mental state. After the second sip the coffee took some of the edge off at least. I'd never bothered much with the stuff before but decided I liked it. Was that something unique to me? I hoped so. She didn't respond. "So Jess. You had your first period. How-" "Oh, I still have it," I interrupted. "And boy am I glad to know my medical records aren't read by freaking everyone..." I accused. Actually it seemed only she and Blain knew but that felt like everyone. With my period hyperbole seemed apropos. Blain had provided sanitary pads last night. That imbecilic, misogynistic, red necked mouth breather. I'd had to read over the instructions as he played Enya. Freaking Orinoco Flow. That had been a thing. Still I appreciated them now. "So how does that make you feel?" she pushed on. I rolled my eyes. "You want symptoms? I thought you were a doctor and a woman... do you need the talk?" She sighed patiently. "Jess? How do you feel? Emotionally." "Oh chipper..." I responded. This was not someone I wanted to confide in. I took another sip, warming on the inside. Not something I wanted to discuss with her in the least. I'd deal with this in my own way. "In normal circumstances I'd get the pill prescribed to you," she explained. I made a sour face. "But there is no point. Period pain won't be a problem for you. It's a performance inhibiter. Both physical and emotional. Consequently they've scheduled a hysterectomy for you. Periods won't be an issue after that. Or pregnancy," Phillips informed me as though she was talking about going to a dentist. "You're what?" I asked, horrified. They couldn't. They had no right. My hand shook with rage and I threw my coffee across the room. "What the hell?!" I yelled. Doc Phillips eyed me with calm disapproval as the coffee ran down the wall and pooled steaming on the floor. She sipped her coffee. "Your body has stopped forming and so it's time. It's scheduled later in the week," She said cordially. "Do I get a say in this?" I asked darkly, standing, bristling with rage. "No," she informed me simply. She closed up her notepad and exited the room. I watched her leave. I stood there in shock. That was today's session done. %*#+???!!! I threw myself down on my bed unable to understand. To these people I wasn't a person. I was a project. Their property. Something they'd made that needed to be controlled, managed and exploited. I felt something welling up. Rage. This was insane. I picked up the chair Doc Phillips had been sitting on and threw it at the one way mirror. It bounced off. I did it again and again. The chair broke but the window was impervious. Must be bullet proof or something. Fine. The cameras then. I threw the bits of chair at them. I couldn't break them. They'd thought of this and built the cell to be strong. I webbed the camera lenses but for some reason my webbing didn't stick. "You can all go to hell!!" I raged. I was crying with impotent fury. They couldn't do this. They were taking my life. My choices. My future. Everything. I climbed the walls and kicked at the camera, tried to break it. Nothing. I dropped to the floor and ran at the window, smashing bodily into it. It hurt. I did it again and again and again. My face and arm were sore but not bruised. Somehow I'd cut my face on something but otherwise my physical resilience kept me from hurting myself. I didn't have the strength to hurt myself it seemed. My face was tear streaked. I pounded on the window. I yelled and raged. Orinoco flow came on and then they flooded my cell with gas and I was knocked out. *** I awoke some time later and lay on the floor despondently for a while, mind churning. It was stupid. I'd concluded that having kids was irresponsible- too much risk. But now that they were taking that choice from me I felt... violated. It wasn't stupids. It was wrong. That was my choice. Not theirs! Then I sighed and stood, still feeling period pain. Still upset.My session with Gong was soon. Can't miss that. I moved on autopilot. I exercised and had a short nap and started to read some books, trying to focus on anything but my fate. All the while I was trying to find a flaw in this prison they had me in. I had powers but lacked the strength to use them. I didn't know why. So I couldn't break out. This was crap. The rest of the day was a blur of activity. Girl flu wasn't fun and I didn't like it's implications. But their solution was... inhumane. I kept coming back to that. I wasn't some pet to be neutered for their convenience. And it wasn't just my hysterectomy and Krystal's disappearance. When I went to sleep that night I was a passenger on a date with Kitty Pryde. We were just hanging out, no powers or costumes. Talking and getting to know each other. I think I enjoyed that more than Pete. I certainly appreciated it more. The call from MJ telling me to switch on the news kinda broke the mood. Then she hung up. Ah teen drama. Worrying there might be some disaster that needed my help I turned on the box to discover that Flash Thompson had been kidnaped from school and had escaped. Oh crap. I wasn't a fan of the guy but he didn't deserve that. The real problem was the news said the abductors were after Spider-Man and they'd grabbed him at my school cause Spider-Man went there... Pete's school. Pete didn't need anyone to scrutinise his school life. Clearly someone knew Pete went to Midtown High, and now thanks to the kidnapping everyone suspected Spider-Man went to school there (ASM 87) The next day I was getting over my period. It was much less intense thank god. I didn't bother even talking to Dr Phillips. You could cut the tension and the silence was deafening and all that stuff. I hated her. That day I just ate and trained. That evenings sleep I'd updated to discover the media had converged on my school. It was a complete circus! The whole kidnapping thing led to Spider-Man confronting Silver Sable and her team of goons. He was tricked and knocked out. I'd gone to sleep after he was knocked out so I got my update and then our sleep periods coincided- but fortunately there were no dreams. Then came the passenger part. I'd awoke to find myself in power cuffs, a prisoner of a company called Roxxon. By Mr Roxxon.... (ASM 88-90). I was unmasked and asked dumb ass questions. Mr Roxxon, Silver Sable and her goons were busy arguing so I broke my bonds and got out of there. They weren't expecting that. Idiots. My spider sense alerted me to a new danger and I dodged for cover as the penthouse exploded in flames. Amongst the concussive blast, acrid smoke and utter confusion of the blast Roxxon was blown out of the building. Why do I always have to save morons? I went after him, grabbed his falling ass and webbed him in the O of his own Roxxon company sign, high on the side of his own skyscraper to keep out of harms way - and stop him from running away. And then I was suddenly fighting a creepy bald bird-guy dressed in a green flying outfit. He had a penchant for round and shiny grenades which explained the explosion. The first of many. I webbed a ride on his foot and he flew straight down in an attempt to make me eat the pavement. At the last instant he threw one of his metallic ball grenades and turned upwards, the pack on his back whining at the huge G forces. I shot down past him, my web line snapping in half. "Nice move!" I cried out, catching the thrown grenade with one web line and twisting to get a line at right angles to a nearby buildings flagpole. I arced and turned my downward momentum horizontal, flying through oncoming traffic, doing a full loop and throwing the grenade up after the vulture guy as I came to rest atop the flag pole. Coincidentally I'd just saved some guy exiting the Roxxon building. Pete thought nothing of it but... well I did. Cause I recognised the person I had just saved from being blown up. "Thanks bug guy. I owe you, one," The guy said in utter terror and relief. Yep. I knew that voice. I focused on him. Blain. My jailer... holy cow... "Not a problem dude..." I said and swung back into the fray. -Dammit! Stay! Follow that guy! Argh!- I railed against Peter's control of his body to no avail. Whilst Pete was fighting I was considering what had just happened. Blain. I'd saved that misanthropic weasel and he owed me. And what was he doing at Roxxon? How were they tied into all this crap? I'd thought this was a government operation but perhaps it wasn't. Were they a contractor? It started to make sense. Super-humans attacking Roxxon because... what? Were they involved in the creation of super-humans... were corporations battling clandestinely for control of a lucrative niche weapons or biomedical market...? But Mr Roxxon was a brainless chump that seemed oblivious to all this. Had I just stumbled across something useful or was this just a coincidence? So many questions. My gut told me it wasn't a coincidence. This might even lead to Krystal. Things were starting to look up. The rest of the night was a fly by the seat of your pants passenger adventure but that didn't really register. I just focused on the things relevant to me. Roxxon Industries. Blain. *** It was later in the week after a pointless session with Doctor Phillips when I confronted Blain. We were headed from my room to the gym in the access corridor where he had roughed me up the first time. Where he said they had no audio surveillance. I purposefully stumbled and fell over, flat on my side, unable to catch myself with my arms manacled behind my back. As Blain helped me up I whispered. "So. You owe me..." Blain frowned. "I don't know-" "The other night. The grenade. Bug boy saving your life. You owe me," I said. "I owe him not you," he growled as he pulled me up. "You'd be dead without Spider-Man's help. That vulture guy was after Roxxon. You work for Roxxon..." I pushed. He grimaced and pushed me on. I'd struck a nerve. "You admitted it." "You're just a by product of... just shut up," he growled. I quieted. I'd planted the seed. Whilst he was arguing he clearly felt in Spider-Man's debt. It was enough. We could have this conversation twice every day from now on. I could tell he was a person that didn't like to be in debt. I did a training session with Gong and then went through my exercises. Then I reminded Blain again about his debt. He grunted and ignored me. I had time to work on getting him to help me... I hoped. Back in my cell I was unshackled, showered, changed and started to eat my morning meal. My spider sense was tingling oddly, growing stronger. "Oh crap-" They'd drugged my food. I ran to the bathroom to throw up but passed out on the way there. I awoke from the anaesthetic on my gurney. I felt dry mouthed and off. There was a twinge of pain at my abdomen. I reached down to find a small scar. I sat there feeling empty. I started to cry. Why? What had I ever done to them? What kind of inhuman monsters did this? I didn't know if I wanted children. In the past I had considered what my genetics might mean for my offspring. Would they be a human, a mutant, a monster? I didn't know. I guess I'd never know now. That had been taken from me. I stared at the camera with cold weary eyes. These monsters would pay. *** Over the next week I caught up on Pete's adventure with the X-Men and Deadpool. Nothing useful for me there. Being a celebrity couple with Kitty Pryde in the aftermath was strange. After that I had one encounter of note when I was a passenger. I was finishing up my patrol of the city, about to call it a night and hop on a truck home when I heard alarms going off at a small convenience store. I swung over to investigate. The place was shut and barred but the alarms were going crazy. I peered through the front window, looking inside. There was some girl wearing a security guard jacket over a hospital gown. Half her head was shaved and she had tubes coming out of her arm. She was eating a packet of crisps and trying to open the cash register. "Hey. The shop's closed," I called. "This looks like robbery to me." The girl looked up at me. Scared and disoriented. -Oh crap! Krystal!- She seemed really confused. "Spider-Man?" She asked. She flickered and then was standing beside me. "Oh crap!" I said as I grabbed her. "Let go!" She yelled and we both flickered. And then I was falling. She was a teleporter?! I let go in surprise and she disappeared. I was falling amongst buildings. I webbed and swung, preventing myself from becoming a squished Spider-Man. I returned to the shop but the girl was gone. -Oh... Krystal. What have they done to you?- I wondered. *** I kept the pressure on Blain. He seemed as taciturn and hostile as ever but I had to try. Gently reminding him that he owed me. That he'd have died if not for me. Bringing up the encounter whenever we were in the corridor alone together. He'd ignore me, push me faster along or just shake his head in frustration. But I could tell the idea was firmly planted. I had crystal to worry about. And myself. And I found out that there were vampires. Interesting though useless tidbit of information. Weird. *** "This cell is my own personal hell. Eat, sleep, crap, shower, train and get head shrunk," I grumbled. "You make me sound like some kind of savage cannibal," Doc Phillips said. "I'm here to help." I grinned darkly at my face in the mirror, making certain that my simmering thoughts were not evident, turned, pulled the curtain open and walked back into the view of the omnipresent cameras. "At least I have a curtain for the bathroom." Doc Phillips sighed, sitting in her seat as I prowled restlessly. "I can't do anything about that Jess. You know what I'm here for." "It's like I'm trapped in a web. Ironic huh? Sleep and be a passenger in Pete's life, wake unsure who I am, shower with my eyes closed and hating the sensation, eat this bland hospital food, have my basket weaving sessions with you, same old physical work out with Gong where he kicks my butt, practice in the gymnasium, then a tasteless lunch, me time where I practice what I learned with Gong like crazy to avoid thinking, sawdust for dinner and then more practice till I'm exhausted and drop into bed. Rinse. Repeat." "We talked about this Jess. You need to move on. You can't wallow in what you've lost," she said. "Are you listening? I'm stuck in limbo. In prison. I can't move on. Because of this. I've been emasculated. Neutered... soon I'll be lobotomised," I grumbled. "I've had one visitor and I don't know if she even made it out of here." "Krystal. I checked. There are no logs of this girl being here," She said. "Check with Blain," I suggested. "I did. Nothing. Are you sure you aren't making her up?" Doc Phillips asked. "Yes," I snapped. But it was more the danger to the people in my life. Pete's life. First Gwen was killed and now Flash has been kidnaped. That made me feel pretty guilty. I'd work that out by exercising later. Stupid but it was my life still. I'd pretty much synchronised my sleep patterns to Pete's after school activities and had been rewarded with another date with Kitty. That was great. The rest... not so much. "I understand. I know you want to get out... it's happening soon," Doc Phillips said. "Soon?" I felt the desperation of being trapped. Soon is bad. Soon I'll be dead! I need to escape but I can't. I kept pacing. "Right. You know what's funny though? I'm not showing any signs of super strength or speed but my webs and spider sense are working fine, even though my shooting strength is poor. Endurance is at Spider Man level, same as my recuperation from Gong's bouts. He really doesn't hold back. No kid gloves with him," I confided as I grabbed my empty food tray and slid it out under the door. "No doubt Blain spat in my meal again. But at least I get solids... so tell me doc. How are they suppressing my powers." Doc Phillips frowned. "I'm not sure I know " "Don't. They're using some kind of power suppressor," I said. I have to start pushing now that my time is almost up. I looked Phillips straight in the eye. "And you know it." Doc Phillips nodded slowly. "We use it to keep you all under control. All five clones and... it." "It?" I asked. Doc Phillips did not answer. "So it's the food?" I pushed. "No. There is a machine that generates a field," Doc Phillips said quietly. "But you don't have to worry. You'll be moving on soon. As will I," Doc Phillips said. My face showed fear. "So. The mind wipe," My voice was dead flat. I knew this day was coming. "I... I've always been honest with you Jessica," Phillips said. "It's..." "Distasteful?" I shook her head in disgust. "So what happens when all this insanity unravels? What happens to you?" "I'm sorry?" Doctor Phillips asked. "I thought you were insightful. But clearly you haven't thought this through to its logical conclusion. You can't lie down with dogs and not get fleas. You're one of them now. Or you're a liability. Either way this won't end well for you," I said. "I'm quite invaluable -" she started. "I know people like this all too well. Hell you've treated them so you know them too. People that run programs like this are dangerous and evil. They're criminals. You know that. Are you one of them?" I asked. "I am working for the government. The good guys," she stated. "You are too." I rolled my eyes. "You need a psychologist more than I do..." "You have to trust-" "What did you do to Krystal?" I interrupted. "She escaped. Spider-Man saw her. She had powers..." "I have no idea-" she said. "I thought not. Whatever this program is it's also kidnaping homeless kids. Innocent kids. My guess they're using them as guinea pigs to experiment on," I said. "I have no proof but my instincts are good." "I'm sure you're wrong. They don't do those sorts of things," Dr Phillips said. "You're sure? Hopefully when they reprogram me into their mindless killing spider they won't assign me to clean up the loose ends of this program. If so, sorry in advance for what I'll do to you. But you know, you can't make an omelette with breaking a few eggs and all that crap. Better you than me, right? Can you afford for me to be wrong?" There was a tense moment where the we looked at each other.. "Good luck Jessica. And Goodbye."