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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
I sat beside the desk of one of the Columbus police officers, explaining in detail what happened between the time when I was kidnapped yesterday and when the police and the FBI arrived and rescued us. Well, I went into as much detail as I could without openly admitting that I was a metahuman and I used my powers to get myself outside of my cell and hold up in the guard room for some time while the FBI and the police were tracing the telephone so that they would know where we were located.

While explaining my story, I felt a buzz inside my head. I first thought that it was only caused by the extra attention that my new body was drawing. I swear that every male officer had stared at me at least once since I got to the station, while every female officer gave me a look of distaste. However, this could have all been in my head, but this is how it felt.

But my ‘spider-sense’ was warning me about something else. From behind me and the officer I had been recounting what happened in the last 24 hours came a second officer, leading in a woman who looked like she also was a hostage, like I was.

“I thought [i]this[/i] girl was the only hostage who did not need immediate medical treatment.” The officer beside me asked the other officer who just entered into the room.

“Well, apparently we found another one.” The second officer said. Something just did not feel right. The woman that this second officer had lead into the station looked worried. Why would she have any fear anymore? We were no longer captives and the mastermind behind it was killed. So there wasn’t anything to worry about. Right?

Well, I have been wrong before. Next thing I knew, my ears were ringing, the second officer had his arm around my neck, the other ex-hostage was cowering on the ground, and officer at the desk now had a bullet wound in the shoulder. Well, nice warning me that this was coming, spider sense. You could have hinted at what was actually going to happen, instead of just insinuating that some bad was going to happen.

“Nobody moves or this girl gets it in the neck.” The officer said as he inched toward the door behind him.

Why did I not knock on wood when I thought about the possibility of that woman altering her appearance to escape the police’s notice? Heck, I bet the ‘woman’ the police shot was one of that woman’s underlings ‘disguised’ as her.

Having me in his (or is it her?) grasp was her trump card. She knew that I had super powers, but, unless I wanted to reveal that fact to every officer in the police station, I was at her mercy. If I was concealed in my costume or if we were alone, I could easily subdue this woman (this is so weird referring to this man as a woman). But unfortunately, due to the risk of revealing my identity, I couldn’t do anything.

It seemed like an eternity for that woman to inch her way to the door with me in her arms. Once she was close to the door, she whispered into my ear.

“For being such a wonderful human shield, I’ll reward you by returning you back to normal.”

For hopefully the last time, I felt the agony of her ‘extreme makeover’. As I felt this wrenching pain crawl throughout my body, I fell to the ground, creating separation between me and the assailant. In spite of the situation we have found ourselves in, at least I was back to normal. At last! A great weight has been lifted off my shoulders, a weight both metaphorical and physical.

BANG!

Thank God for my healing factor or my ears would really be hurting tonight.

“Medic!” I heard someone scream. I quickly scanned the room to see who had been shot. A short bout of panic took me for a moment, as I thought that woman shot someone. However, when I looked to my right, I saw that someone had shot her after she turned me back to normal. Behind me stood one of the FBI agents, having shot a bullet through the glass door to incapacitate the woman who was ‘disguised’ as the police officer.

“Are you alright?” The FBI agent asked me. Although I never met face-to-face with the FBI agent who talked to me over the phone back where I had been held captive, from her voice, I could tell that it was her.

“I’m fine.” I said, trying to put on the best smile I could on my face, considering how the past 24 hours had gone for me.