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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
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I have been experiencing these extremely weird dreams for the last couple of days. Something along the lines of Kafka’s Metamorphosis (or Ovid’s, although his has an ‘e’ instead of an ‘i’ at the end). One night, I dreamt that I had six arms. In another, I had shrunk down to the size of a household spider and my whole body, besides my head, had been replaced by that of a spider. This last night I had a similar dream, but instead of being as small as a quarter, I was as huge as one of those Godzilla monsters. Even before I could realized what in the world was going on, the United States military and the Super-Heroes of our nations had already arrived in order to take me into custody (although I was not quite sure where they would hold a 100-foot tall spider).

Luckily my alarm clock saved me from my nightmare, or at least at first I thought it did. Subconsciously I reached over and switched the clock’s alarm off. I just reclined in my bed as the rays of the morning sun filled my room. It was a brand new day. No more super heroics for me. Life is already too complicated; why would anyone want to add any more stress to his life than he needs. I was only on the job for less than a week and it was too much for me.

Then suddenly I realized that there were several things wrong. First of all, I realized that today was a Saturday. Why in the world would I wake up so early on a Saturday morning when I could be catching up on my sleep from the previous week?

But that was not the most out of whack thing. Under my sheets where my legs normally would be, I noticed that there was an unusually large bump. I noticed that my legs felt weird. I could feel them, but they just did not feel right. I tried to stretch out my legs, but instead of seeing what I thought were my normal legs extend towards the other side of the bed, I discovered, to my fears, that two, long spider forelegs popped out of my sheets, almost touching my shoulders.

I quickly flipped off my bed covers and was shocked at what I saw. Everything above my waist was perfectly normal, or at least as far as humanly normal goes; however, I could not say the same about my lower body. My lower body was replaced by a cephalothorax of a spider, along with eight spider legs. Connected to that was a spider’s abdomen. In the center of the abdomen was a large, red hourglass symbol. All my ‘spider parts’ were a light brown color. My legs had dark brown bands at the joints, while the abdomen had four brown dots on each side of it. Descending from these brown dots was a streak of tan, which had a reddish-brown streak inside of it.

I flipped myself over, where my normal portion was sitting straight up while the spider portion was behind me. I peered into the mirror on the wall: I looked like a centaur, if you would switch a centaur’s horse lower body with that of a spider. Once the realization that I was now a monster set in, the only natural emotion struck me: despair. How would I ever function correctly in society like this? At least all those other super-heroes could easily blend in with society.

Then my thoughts turned to something so shameful, I would otherwise never admit I considered those terrible thoughts. I, well, I considered suicide. I convinced myself that it would be better than living my life out as a freak. My first thought was jumping out a window and letting the fall kill me. However, I quickly rejected that idea. Namely for two reasons. One, my healing factor would eventually kick in and save me. Therefore, I could not live with myself if I was convicted of attempted suicide. The second reason was more practical: I was never going to fit out the window due to my new body. My upper body could fit, but the abdomen would never make it out.

Then I turned my thoughts to hanging myself. Before I knew it, with my web shooters, I spun a noose that attached to the ceiling. All I hoped was that somehow being hung would counter the healing factor. Like in that television show, Heroes, where the metahumans who had a healing factor had a weak spot on the back of their head. Maybe I just had to find the right spot.

And as I was about to place the noose over my head, suddenly a knock sounded at the door. It was Felecia, one of my roommates. We had been friends ever since we came to St. Henry’s.

“I’m not decent.” I lied, truly not wanting her to see me like this, both because of how my body changed and because I was holding a noose in my hands.

“Aubrey,” Felecia said, “We’re thinking about going out for breakfast today. Do you want to join us?”

“I think I will pass on this one.” I replied, “Maybe next time.” I just couldn’t bear them seeing me like this, so desperate and broken.

“Suit yourself, Aubrey.” Felecia said. Before she turned away, she remembered something. “Oh, by the way, you have that “Skype date” with that guy from high school. Have fun!”

Good God, I totally forgot about that. About five months ago, the guy that Felecia just mentioned, Will, and I were chatting over an IM. He would usually message me every once in a while. He never pestered me with messages, just every now and then. During that chat, he mentioned that I promised I would have a Skype date with him. I personally never remembered saying that. Nevertheless, I told him that I would see if I could, intending just to keep pushing it back in the hopes he would forget about it.

Later, I checked through our recent messages and I stumbled upon the message where I supposedly promised it. It was there and the whole conversation sounded like me, but I couldn’t remember actually promising it. Later, after I was kidnapped not once but twice, I had the opportunity found out the truth about what happened. And you know what answer I got? Some different version of me who came from an alternate universe did it. It’s the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard, or at least what I heard at that time. However, with all the things I have seen in the last week, including what has just happened to me right now, now I don’t know what to think.

Then a thought struck me. If I had indeed achieved in killing myself, I would have caused so much pain to so many different people. Was I so selfish that I didn’t care about my family and friends? Would my parents rather live with me being a freak or carrying my body to a grave, ashamed that their little girl committed suicide? What about my roommates? How would they feel that they had to live in an apartment where their roommate killed herself? And what about Will? I had been dodging this “Skype Date” for the last five months because I thought it would inhibit him from moving on? Wouldn’t killing myself just make it worse?

I was so ashamed of my actions that I tossed the noose at the ceiling, thinking that it would eventually dissolve, hopefully before my roommates got back from breakfast. Then I just remembered something that would have saved me a lot of grief. That power-nullifier! It could at least hide my current form until I figured out what to do with myself. I kind of tossed it under my bed while I was rage quitting from my short-lived super hero career. All I need to do is find it and all my problems would go away, at least in the short term.

My next actions were kind of a blunder. I tried to walk off my bed so that I could retrieve the power-nullifier; however, I tried to walk normally, which resulted in only my front pair of legs to move. Obviously, this resulted in me crashing to the floor. Luckily, all my roommates were out of the apartment. Anyways, I was just in position to reach under my bed for the power-nullifier. However, when I reached under, I was shocked to discover that it was not there! I swear it used to be in there. After I got a little more control over my eight legs, I began to tear up my room looking for it, but that search was in vain. By the time I had given up, I only had about an hour before I had to fulfill that “Skype Date”, and I still hadn’t showered or anything.

I walked over to my door, unlocked it, and checked whether anyone was around. Once I knew the coast was clear, I made my way over towards our bathroom. As I walked in that direction, I noticed that I was starting to get the hang of the eight legs, although occasionally I would trip over myself. Once I reached the bathroom, I opened the shower curtain. I looked at the new changes to my body and back at the shower. How in the world was I going to make this work?