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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
The last thing I remembered before everything went black was being sprayed with some type of gas that almost immediately put me to sleep. My healing factor kicked in almost as soon as everything went black, allowing me to perceive a few more things. Anything after the sleeping gas is pretty much hazing, but I can see a few images, especially of that strange government agent dude who morphed into a woman.

When I finally regained my senses, everything was upside down, or, more accurately, I was. All I knew was that the sky was below me, and the streets, buildings, and pedestrians were above me. This unusual orientation momentarily freaked me out, causing me to lose my grip on whatever I was adhered to.

Next thing I knew, I was plummeting toward the pavement below. Instinctively, I reached out my arm toward one of the rooftops and double-tapped the trigger of the webshooter strapped to my wrist. The webline clung to the top of the building, sending me back skyward. By the time I realized what had happened, I had already shot a second dragline. How did I know how to do this? I mean, I have been an athlete for almost all my life, but I never did anything with ropes. I could probably explain any uncanny acrobatics to cheerleading, but swinging on spiderwebs?

With a third webline, I immediately redirected my course to the nearest rooftop. Once on the roof, all I wanted to do was rest for a moment and figure out what was going on. After I had planted my feet on the roof and taken a deep breath, I realized that I was wearing red and blue gloves. No, not just red and blue gloves, but an entire, form-fitting costume with that color scheme. A black web patterned covered the entire costume. When I pulled of my mask (when did I put on a mask?), I saw two giant white lenses stare back at me. The eyes were lined with black.

God, I was wearing that costume which that government agent (or was he a government agent-he shapeshifted into a woman!) showed those two other, um, supers and me. What? I don’t know what to call them. They had powers and they looked, well, different. Almost animalistic, or at least they had animal like traits. For instance, that one girl, I think Kelly was her name, she had four arms and wings! Is that even natural? Or take Veronica as an example. Before we were kidnapped for a second time, she morphed into something like Medusa, minus the snake hair and petrifying stare.

At the time, I wondered what would happen to me. I was the only one there who did not transform into a human-animal hybrid. Even that man (if I could call him that) that the Iron Man like guy fought was part shark! Of course now I knew what would happen to me: I’m now some weird Spider-centaur. However, one question still haunts me. Is this the end of my transformation?

Suddenly I heard someone behind me on that roof, or rather, I sensed him (or her). It was more as if I felt his (or her) footsteps vibrating over the floor and through the air. This was the same feeling I felt when that Iron Man copycat broke through the wall and when the sharkman attacked. When I turned around, I saw the shapeshifter, the woman whom I remember before blacking out. She was dressed up like a Greek goddess, along with some stereotypical Greek armor (helmet, shield, and spear).

“Hello, Aubrey,” she said, “are you ready to begin the next chapter of your life?”

I did not like the sound of that at that time and even recalling it now, it still doesn’t sound like something good was about to happen. In fact, it sounded like something bad awaited me.