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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
I splashed some water into my face. After the FBI and the police had found where we were being held, they rushed all of us, except for me, since I was the only captive who did not show symptoms of anesthesia over-dose, to the Riverside Methodist Hospital. I however, found myself in the Columbus Police Station, splashing water in my face, hoping that I might wake up from this nightmare. But when I stared back my reflection in the bathroom mirror, my wish was not fulfilled: I was still in this nightmare of a situation.

Okay, my situation wasn’t as gloomy as I made it out to seem. Even though that crazy woman, who did this to me, was dead, my body seems to be repairing itself. My entire head had returned to normal back at that nightmare of a place where that woman had held me and the other captives and my hands changed back on the way to the police station. At least eventually I will have reverted to my normal self.

But what about the others? How would they return to normal, since that woman had been killed? Unless there are some super humans amongst the captives, none of them have a healing factor like me and therefore cannot change back to their original appearance. The FBI mentioned that they would try to make a deal with some other super humans that they apprehended back in New York, but they were not sure how effective that plan would be since the type of transformations exhibited by these super humans were slightly different.

I felt a buzz in my pants pocket. I pulled out my cell phone and discovered that I had dozens of worried texts from my roommates, which wasn’t a surprise at all. This would be, what, the second time that my roommates had to come and pick me up from somewhere after I had been kidnapped. I texted them “I’m at the police station.” After a few seconds, I felt a second buzz.

“What happened?” The text message read.

I thought for a few moments on how I should respond. Well, as the saying goes, a pictures tells a thousand words. Therefore, I extended my hand out and took a selfie of myself with my cell phone. I tried to make my face look as indignant as possible so that they might see how much I hated my current situation. After checking the image and feeling satisfied with the facial expression I made in the picture, I sent it off. It took several moments to receive a reply, probably because they needed time to digest the images they were sent.

“Do you need us to buy you some clothes?” The response text said, “What letter (or letters) are you now? ;D”

It took me a few moments to understand what they meant by ‘what letter’, but I just rolled my eyes once I had. A little more than a half a dozen people have been altered in a way that might not be able to be reversed and my roommates were joking about my ‘exaggerated’ anatomy. If my healing factor wasn’t changing me back to my ‘normal’ self, I might have given them a harsher response.

“That’s none of your business.” I typed into my phone, “Anyways, hopefully my, well, ‘you-know-whats’ will hopefully revert me back to my normal appearance.”

“’You-know-whats’?” They typed back, seemingly unaware what I was talking about.

“You know, spiders. Healing. Ring any bells?”

“Oh, you mean your super powers! Why didn’t you say so in the first place?” Well, I was trying to avoid admitting my metahuman status over text messaging, but looks like it’s too late for that.

“Yes. Hopefully I’ll be home soon.”

“Don’t let anyone else kidnap you in the meanwhile!” They texted me.

Really? I could take the ‘letter’ joke. But telling me to not get kidnapped again? Really? That’s not funny at all.