Catwoman listened to the crazy man who she had kinda-sorta-met before with Harry when he insisted on seeing Spider-Man in action. Her body shifted as she placed her hands upon her hips looking at the masked ‘villain’ with an annoyed dropped face. But as always, her boyfriend’s quirky comments pulled her out of her annoyed face and turned it onto a smirk. 

She didn’t like the idea of the man cutting off her boyfriend but this was something that could easily be fixed, this guy was a joke and all his threats were nothing more than that, threats. A laugh left her when Spider-Man asked her if she could handle him they both started through the doors. 

The darkness of the underground area was insane. Her hearing tripled and ever little sound echoed intensely. She could hear two sets of breathing and two sets of footsteps. One was walking, almost stopped and the other was running off in the distance. But it didn’t take long before a humming noise kicked in that, even though it was faint, blocked out all that she used to be hearing. Her hands went over her ears in an attempt to keep the noise from bothering her. Her body shifted off into a different direction, the last time she remembered hearing something that sounded like Spider-Man.

That was until a light flicked on, a single spotlight illuminating a place in the room where she was. Her body tensed slightly, not liking the feeling she was getting but she continued towards it. A figure appeared in the light, a figure she knew very well. Her body hurried towards it, knowing it was Peter’s frame. But when she arrived, the face was of the man she loved but he did not look happy, in fact, he looked mad. He was in the tux she had seen him in when they had their mini-prom. Too lost in her own emotions, poor Catwoman didn’t put two and two together that Peter was running around in his Spider-Man costume to realize that the man she was reaching for wasn’t exactly who she thought it was. Before she could touch the figure in front of her, he smacked her hand away in a rough manner, so rough that she nearly stumbled at the hit against her forearm. Catwoman’s masked covered blue eyes stared at the figure in disbelief; she couldn’t see his face but she’d know his body anywhere. The figure of Peter than turned and walked away without saying a word, “Wait!” She shouted after him stepping into the light only to have a large FLASH happen causing her to shield her eyes with her arms during the explosion of light.

Her arms drop and eyes flickered open to see that the darkness had engulfed her once again. From behind her a dim of red appeared and she quickly turned around. [i]Red…[/i] She pounded, as she slowly started towards it. Her finger tips tapped together, calling out the diamond claws for safety. Walking slowly she approached the red to see that it was lit candles leading in a direction. Her body hesitated; she had seen too many horror movies of an idiot girl walking a path like this and it lead to her death. Her body turned and she attempted to make a wide circle around the path but the path turned with her, staying solidly in front of her. [i]Okay…[/i] She took a step forward and when she did, something pulled her dramatically; wrapped around her waist and pulled her so hard that her legs and arms failed behind her as she flew through the along the candle lit path. 

DROP! Her 50 pound body was dropped with a thump to the ground as whatever it was that grabbed her let her go. Her body shook for a moment, the sensation didn’t seem real but she couldn’t have just flown across the underground area. Her attention turned upward to see that something was in front of her. Strings and strings of white, a white she knew all too well. Jumping to her feet she looked around her, where she got pulled to, the room was filled with Spider-Man’s web from his shooter. She had to slice her way through the webbing which pulled apart rather easily surprisingly enough, it must be fresh. It was hard to get through and on many occasions she felt herself getting some of the web suck onto her. 

Soon she reached a centerfold of everything where the web seemed to be coming out of. Something didn’t… didn’t seem right. Spider-Man was nowhere to be seen and with Catwoman’s gaze, she should have been able to find him. Her body walked cautiously towards the cocoon, that was, until she caught a glimpse of a blue and red hand sticking out of it. Fear flowed through her and she took off in a run, closing the gap between her and the cocoon. Clawing at it viciously she broke through the webbing with a surprising amount of ease to have Spider-Man’s lifeless body tumble onto the floor at her feet. “No….” She began softly. “No… no no no no.” Her no’s got louder as she dropped to her knees to the corpse of her beloved Spider-Man. Pulling the man into her lap, she should have noticed that his frame was very light but she was too emotionally involved. Her head fell back and her mouth fell open as she let out a cry/scream of sorrow before letting her head fall and crying dramatically, tears streaming through the opening of her mask around her mouth and falling onto the head and shoulders of her loved one in her lap. Her life, was over at that moment.