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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
“Aubrey, wake up!” I heard one of my roommates, most likely Felecia, trying to rouse me from my sleep. For a moment, I merely ignored her wake-up call, turning to face the back of the couch. However, once they started to shake me, I no longer could ignore them.

“What the hell?” I responded, still not quite sure what was going on. I rubbed my eyes as I attempted to shake off the daze from being suddenly woke up. However, something was not right. I’m not talking that something was wrong, like in one of my dreams. I just felt fabric on my hands while I tried to clear the sleep from my eyes. I [i]never[/i] wore gloves to bed.

Then I looked down. I was wearing that stupid costume that was almost a complete rip-off of Spider-Man. And it was all sweaty and grimy, as if I had been out somewhere last night. But how was that possible? I was here all last night. Wasn't I?

“Look at the news,” one of my roommates commanded. After they flipped on the television set, I saw why they [i]had[/i] to wake me up. On the news bulletin, it was announced that a murder had taken place last night. What startled me was that they reported that the man who was murdered had been encased in what seemed like spider-silk. However, this wasn’t the most shocking bit of information. The man who died had all his blood drained from his body.

“It couldn’t have been me!” I defended myself, still in shock that something like that could happen, “I already said that I ran into that one metahuman who also had powers like me! It could have been her or anyone else, but it cannot be me!”

“Aubrey,” Felecia began, “look in the mirror.” My roommate walked around the couch and sat down next to me, carrying a hand mirror in her hands. After taking a deep breath, she lifted up the mirror to my face so that I could see whatever they wanted me to see.

“This can’t be happening!” I said as I pushed the mirror away from my face. There was dried up blood in my mouth. There was even a strike of dried blood running down my chin. How could this be? I’m not a cannibal! It had to be my own blood. That was the only reasonable explanation, right?

“I swear, I didn’t do it!” I began to break out into tears. I was still a mess from yesterday. And now I was in a filthy superhero costume that was skin tight and I had blood on my face. What the hell was happening to my life?

When I started to break down, my friends wrapped their arms around me (even in spite of the disgusting state of my costume, attempting to comfort me). “Don’t worry,” Ashley reassured, “we’ll figure this out, together.”

When I heard Ashley’s words, I turned my head up and smiled back at her. My tears began to dry up, knowing that I had my friends on my side. That’s when you’ll find out who you’re real friends are. The people who stick it out with you when the going gets tough.

“And if you turn out to be a psycho killer, well, we’re pretty much ****ed any which way.” Ashley grinned at her remark. I didn’t know how I should take that comment. On one hand, she is saying that they had no choice but to trust me because if they didn’t, they still would be SOL. However, that same comment still implied that I would kill them in the first place.

Whatever. I had more important matters on my hands, namely, getting cleaned up. After our little ‘talk’, I got off the couch and headed over towards the bathroom. A nice, hot shower was just what the doctor ordered. Peeling off that costume (God knows how I got it that filthy in one night) was an immediately relief. Well, it was, except for when the fabric would stick to my skin. But the hot water almost felt purifying as I washed away all the dirt and grime. However, one thing was still in my mind.

Was the blood that I was rinsing off my own, or someone else’s?