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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
The bright beams of the sun blared into my eyes, stirring me up from my sleep.  Considering the fiasco of last night, I only wished that I could have remained a sleep for a little bit longer.  For some reason, I felt the chilling February morning air against my face.  Weird.  How could that be when I fell asleep inside?  If our heating broke again, I swear, heads are going to roll.  But that wasn’t the only thing that felt ‘off’.  I felt the ebb of water striking my body and then immediately recede back whence it came.

I wish I didn’t open up my eyes.  When I opened up my eyes, I saw what seemed like a miniature city laying before me.  The city was isolated on an island that was close to the shore, only being separated from the mainland by what seemed like a single channel, lined with several large bridges.  Everything looked so small.  The skyscrapers and the other large buildings were small.  The vehicles were like tiny insects crawling along the streets.

As I stumbled to my feet, I felt that something was off.  I couldn’t tell what the most jarring feeling that alarmed me was.  That I couldn’t feel my arms at all.  That I could feel not one pair of feet, but four!  Or that my center of gravity was closer to the ground than usual.  But when I starred at my reflection in the ocean by that miniature city, I knew immediately what was wrong.  My head was freaking grafted to the body of a spider!  It was like that one dream I had where I was a spider (albeit for my head).  However, in that dream, I was, comparatively, smaller than my surroundings, unlike my current circumstances.

While I was contemplating the image I saw in the ocean, I felt a giant impact smash against my face, causing me to tumble down to the ground.  When I looked up, there was a small man hovering above me.  A man who was decked out in a silver and blue costume.  Wait!  Was I the one who was giant, instead of that city and that man being tiny?  Isn’t there some square-cube law or something along those lines that made animals my size (assuming I am the one who is giant-sized) an impossibility?

[b]“I would turn back if I were you”[/b] The man in the blue and silver said to me.  Due to the size difference between us, his voice sounded higher than one would expect a man of his size (I mean, in relation to a ‘normal’ size human).

[color=B22222]”But I haven’t done any…”[/color] I began to say, but I was interrupted when the silver and blue metahuman started to dive-bomb me.  Instinctively, I tried to put up my hands to defend myself.  But, since I obviously don’t have hands anymore, let alone arms, I saw that my front legs reacted instead, swapping the man away from me.  He was sent flying back into the city, where he crash landed.

Did I just kill him?  I couldn’t have, right?  Isn’t that guy supposedly the strongest metahuman on Earth, or at least of those trying to protect us?  Weird I said ‘us’.  He obviously wasn’t trying to defend me, but I still identified with the collective ‘us’.

Then suddenly a warning shot flew above my head.  I turned my attention toward the origin of the attack and I saw dozens of military vehicles with all their weapons aimed at me.  Once I took a single step, the vehicles unleashed a barrage of missiles at me.  While the pain from being struck by these military grade weapons was excruciating, fortunately (or unfortunately, mattering how you look at things) my healing factor was still around, patching up my wounds as they came.  Not matter how much fire power they dished out at me, while it still hurt like hell, my body still recovered from their attacks just fine.

Once the missile barrage ended, I began to feel thousands of legs crawling around on my body.  However, the weirdest part about it was that it seemed like these feet were crawling [b]off[/b] me, not the other way around.  After a few seconds, I realized what was happening.  Thousands upon thousands of man-sized spiders rushed toward the city, viciously attacking anything or anyone in its path.

I saw several caped crusaders attempting to defend the city from the arachnoid infestation.  I saw one girl using electricity produced from her own body to subdue some of the spiders.  There was a man using gadgets and his own physical finesse to combat the spiders, while accompanied by someone (couldn’t tell the sex from this distance) in some kind of armor.  There was that energy-powered metahuman who helped me against that demon-snake thing (if he would say anything about spinning webs out of my butt, I would squash him).  I even saw those two metahumans who were kidnapped with me.  Even Athena was by their side.    She’s helping them, but not me. Figures.  But one by one, each of the heroes fell to the hordes of monstrous spiders.

Was I really the cause of this destruction?  I couldn’t be.  How could I?  I didn’t unleash them, or at least not on purpose.  But what if it was my fault?  What if…?

Before I could ponder more on that question, three figures flew up towards me.  One of them was the silver and blue clad hero, apparently surviving his first encounter.  Next to him was the armored man who had kidnapped me and those other two metahumans that were fighting alongside with Athena.  Along with those two was that armored bitch who trapped me in that net, which Athena had to remove for me.

[b][color=C0C0C0]”Man, why haven’t I invented the Uni-beam yet?”[/color][/b] The man in the middle said aloud, prompting concerned looks from the other two heroes who flanked him on either side, especially considering the state that the city was currently in.

[b]“Hit it with everything you got.”[/b]  The silver and blue clad hero told the other two in a calm voice.  Before I knew it, a bright white light blinded me, the result of the three characters combining their powers against me.  However, before I felt anything, I heard something ringing.  My alarm clock stirred me from my sleep, saving me from the nightmare that I had been experiencing.  Thank God all that was just a dream.

When I woke up, I found out that my head was no longer attached to the body of a giant body.  However, that did not mean that I was back to “normal”, even if you considered “normal” as my appearance after the “Extreme Makeover” I experienced.  Instead, my lower body was now grafted to the cephalothorax of a human-sized spider.  Well, at least I’m not getting blasted in the face by three metahumans (or rather one metahuman and two humans in Iron Man wannabe suits).