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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
What the heck was going on with my life? First I was kidnapped by a mad scientist and injected with some weird chemicals. Then, I was ‘freed’ by some crazy dude in a mechanical suit of armor and freed again by some government agent who turned out to be a shape shifting woman. Now this same person, who apparently thought that she herself was a goddess, stood before me, saying a new chapter of my life was about to begin.

“What in the world are you talking about?” I replied to “Athena’s” previous declaration.

“In the olden days, I was the aid of heroes. Odysseus, Perseus, Herakles, even Diomedes. I helped each of these heroes in his lifetime. And now, it is my turn to guide you.”

“But why me? 24 hours ago, I didn’t even have any powers. I never wanted them in the first place! Life is already hard enough without powers. Why would I want to pile on more misery on to my already miserable life?”

“The ‘spider’ theme might have been a factor.” Athena smiled as she explained herself, obviously ignoring my comment about how my life kind of sucked, “my fellow Olympians try to find those who encompass some aspect of ourselves and you are no different. Your natural athletic prowess, even without your powers, is a quality I admire. Now that your arachnid powers have begun to emerge, these new abilities also encompass my own affinity for weaving and crafts, as spiders are associated with those aspects in many cultures around the world.”

I couldn’t even believe what she was saying. This woman actually thinks she is the Goddess Athena! Well, there is only one quote suitable for this situation.

[center][i] There's only one God, ma'am, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that. [/i][/center]

“I can tell the disbelief in your eyes, child,” Athena said in response to my body language, “Rest assured that I’m not trying to convert you. In fact, that is forbidden by the pact of the Godheads that secured the homogeny of the Abrahamic religions on earth. Nevertheless, that’s a story for another time. But the real question is what will it take for you to believe that I am the Goddess Athena?”

Due to my Catholic upbringing, my response was obvious. “You can’t, because there is only one God and he gave up his only son to save us from our sins.”

“Okay, then,” Athena began, pausing before she continued, “do you see that man in the alleyway?”

“That shady guy dressed in all dark colors?”

“Now do you see your roommates walking home from the Grocery Store?”

“What about them?”

“In a few seconds, your friends will approach this alley and will be assaulted by this man. If you do nothing, the Korean girl will bleed to death, the blonde will give birth to that man’s child, and the brunette will be so scarred by the event that she will have to see a psychologist to get over it.”

“My God, why do you have to be so dark? Who comes up with those things?” I approached the edge of the roof, preparing to make my move into the alleyway. However, before I made my move against that man, I had one thing to get straight with ‘Athena’. “Anyways, don’t mistake me helping my friends as believing you, because I don’t”

I leapt down into the alleyway, landing behind the future assailant of my friends. Even as I landed, the man had already approached my roommates. I had to do something to prevent those terrible fates that Athena had just described.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” I declared toward the man who was about ready to attack my friends, not really thinking out the true consequences of my actions.

The assailant immediately turned around, focusing his attention toward me. I was not entirely sure if that was the correct course of actions, but it was now too late to change my mind. This man rushed toward me and thrust forward a small knife.

When the assailant began to attack, everything seemed like time started to move in slow motion. I easily dodged out of the way of the man’s knife. His ‘slow’ strokes seemed humorous to me, although to the man, I probably looked like I was moving at lightning speed.

Once I successfully dodged the man’s attack, I finally went on the offensive. After knocking the knife from his hand, I launched a punch towards his face. Only moments before it connected did I realize that I was about ready to pulverize this man’s face. I mean, I basically had Spider-Man’s skill set (or at least this was my assumption), shouldn’t I have his strength?

When my punch hit its mark, I discovered that contrary to my original thoughts, my punch in fact did NOT devastate his face. I wasn’t sure whether I should be glad or horrified. On the bright side, I didn’t just send someone to the hospital. However, with this discovery, I realized that I either didn’t have any ‘Spider-Strength’, or that it had not developed yet.

“You hit like a girl” The man laughed, any nervousness having fallen away once this man realized that I did not have any ‘Super-Strength’.

This didn’t look good at all.