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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
After that late night confrontation in the alleyway, the next thing I knew was that I found myself sitting on our apartment couch. The problem was that I didn’t remember waking up, let alone coming into our common area. There just seemed like there was a space in my memory.

Something strange was going on. How could I not remember waking up, getting out of my bed, and walking over to this couch? In addition to this, my sides also were aching like no other. It was more soreness rather than pain.

Despite strange situation in which I had found myself in, I picked myself off the couch and strolled over to the kitchen that was attached to our common area. I opened up a cabinet and pulled out a bowl. After I sat my breakfast bowl on the kitchen counter, I turned my gaze back to the cabinet, eying a glass for my morning OJ.

Before I could get my OJ, I saw another strange occurrence. When I reached up for the drinking glass, my bowl was empty. However, afterwards, the bowl was full of cereal. There was even a spoon and a cloth napkin sitting beside it. What in the world is going on? When I looked down at my sides, I finally realized what was happening.

I had to grab a chair due to the shock from what I saw (where did that chair come from?). Below my arms were two additional pairs. While they looked exactly like my “original” pair, it still looked so foreign and weird having six arms.

“Good morning, Aubrey,” Ashley said with a yawn. My roommate walked past me and opened the fridge, retrieving the milk carton. After she had poured herself a glass of milk, Ashely returned to her room.

How did she not notice that I was a six-armed freak? Either she was too tired to notice my “mutation” or she just did not care. When I felt a vibration coming from her room, I knew that I was about ready to find out which one was the correct answer. And I had a feeling that the former was true.

“Holy [expletive], Aubrey! Do you have [b]SIX[/b] arms?!” Ashley blurred out, probably already waking up my other roommate because of how load she was. Heck, I bet our neighbors probably heard Ashley. There goes my secret identity.

Well, at least I now know that she was completely oblivious to my “problem” a few seconds ago.

Suddenly I heard an alarm going off. It sounded exactly like my alarm clock. Instinctively, I reached over and slammed my hand down in order to force the clock into snooze mode.

Then I realized that I was lying down in my bed. The room was still dark because the morning sun had not yet risen. I ran man left hand down the side of my body and found that I only had two arms (one pair) now. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing that I did not have to live as a six-armed freak. Unfortunately, I technically was correct: I wouldn’t be a six-armed freak, but an eight-legged one in a few days. But does this mean that it was all a dream?

I felt a sharp pain in my other hand. When I turned on my night-stand lamp, I saw that I had several cuts on my right hand of various depths, although my healing factor had already begun to mend the wounds.

I looked over towards my alarm clock, or at least what was left of it. I must have crushed it when I woke up. I must have acquired my Spider-Strength since I went to bed. Where was it when I needed it a few hours ago? Why could it not have manifested a little sooner? Now my alarm clock was in shambles.

“I told you this would work,” Ashley said to Felicia and Kristin. She had a smug smile on her face and her arms were crossed. “I saw that once in the most recent Spider-Man movie.”

“What’s your problem? I’m trying to sleep here?” I asked my friends.

“Aubrey,” Kristin began, “You disappeared for over 24 hours. You can’t just come back and expect us not to ask questions. What are we supposed to tell the police when we tell them that you have come home? That we saw our friend playing super-hero? We need to be on the same page!”

I diverted my eyes away from my friends. Even though I knew they were only doing this out of concern, I just was not ready for this.

“Do we have to do it right this minute?” I asked bashfully, still not looking them in the eyes.

“YES!” All three of my friends said in unison.