[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/krev7SC.png[/img][/center][center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center][center][b]Pacific Point, California[/b][/center][center][b]late May (less than 1 Months Before IC Starts)[/b][/center]
	Tomorrow, Will was going to fly out of Pacific Point, which would end his short stay here while I was settling into this west coast city.  Therefore, today we had made reservations for dinner as a sort of ‘good bye’ date.  Since the forecast for the evening was supposed to be a clear, nice evening, we decided to walk there because of the weather, even though we would be dressed in some nice clothes.  We even left a little bit earlier than we needed to so that we could window shop if there were any good shops on the way.  And I of course had to pick up something cute (or tacky, mattering on who was judging) for my new apartment.

	That night seemed to just fly by, just as it does whenever you’re having fun.  The hostess seated us at our table.  The waiter took our orders and delivered them to us.  After we had finished our meals, we even dawdled just long enough before the staff could give us a subtle (or not so subtle) hint that we need to get going.  However, when we exited out of the front doors, we were surprised by the downpour of rain that met us outside.  Even if we had not checked the weather forecast, rain like this was untypical for Southern California during the summer.  This definitely threw a wrench in our plans.

	Will attempted to hail a cab for us, while at the same time dodging splashes that any oncoming traffic would produce when they would drive by.  During that time, I stood close to the building, allowing the overhanging roof to shield me from the torrents of rain.  Once he had finally gotten a cab to stop after a couple minutes of trying, Will opened the rear door to limit how wet I would get walking from where I was standing to the cab.  However, once inside the cab, I slid to the far side so that Will did not have to walk all the way around to enter the cab.  He had already been out in the rain long enough.

	“Quite bizarre weather we’re having, aren’t we?”  The cabbie greeted us, “I normally would offer you some bottled water, but I assume you two have had your fill of it.”

	“Meteorologists sometimes get the forecast wrong, but never [b]this[/b] wrong.”  Will commented.

	[color=b22222]“It feels more like Ohio than Southern California.”[/color]

	“So, you’re tourists?”  The cabbie continued to pry.

	[color=b22222]“No.”[/color]  I replied, not wanting to divulge any more information, like how I just moved here.  [color=b22222]“We just need to go down a few blocks and make a right.”[/color]

	The cabbie just nodded after hearing what I said.  As the cab drove down the street, I kept counting the number of blocks that we had passed.  However, as the ride continued, I began to smell bubble gum, or at least a scent that mimicked that odor.  I didn’t know whether it was a coincidence or I was just worn out by our date, but I started to feel drowsy at that same moment.  I almost lost count of how many blocks that we had already passed.  Only one block left.  However, when we got to our turn, I was concerned when the cabbie continued straight instead.

	[color=b22222]“Hey, you missed our turn.”[/color]  I expressed my concern to the cabbie.  However, he ignored my plea, remaining silent.

	I was horrified when I saw that the locking mechanic on the door was missing, preventing any backseat passenger from unlocking the door.  I bet the child’s lock had also been activated.  Panic had already set in and it only became worse when I realized that Will had somehow fallen asleep, or rather he was knocked out.  I knew that bubblegum scent was out of place.

	Not again.  I was not going to allow myself get kidnapped for a third time.  During the first time, that Doctor Diplodoc weirdo gave me my powers.  Then, when that crazy bitch, who wanted to sell me into human trafficking, abducted me, I was left with a body that you would more likely see in a comic book instead of the real world.  Since I was determined not to see these be repeated, I reached down and deactivated my power nullifier.

	My costume crawled up my body as it replaced the dress that I had been wearing that evening.  My lower body morphed back into what seemed like a giant widow spider.  Once this transformation was complete, my entire body almost occupied the entire back seat.  I even heard the cabbie utter a mumbled curse under his breath when he saw my appearance in his rearview mirror.

	[color=b22222]“Pull this car over right now or we’re going to have some problems.”[/color]  I demanded.  However, the cabbie instead began to fumble around in his glove compartment.  When I felt a buzz in my head, I knew that whatever he was reaching for was bad news.  I pressed all of my strength against the backseat door that was on Will’s side.  Under the stress of my strength, the door popped off its hinges.  With my extra spider legs taking hold of my unconscious boyfriend and my purse, I pulled us out of the backseat and onto the top of the cab.

	Once we were on the roof, I placed Will behind my back.  I wrapped some webs around our waists and around his wrists after I had draped his arms over my shoulders so that he would be safely secured to me.  While I was trying to figure out what I should do not, I heard a gunshot go off from within the cab.  The bullet barely missed one of my eight spider legs.

	I could have easily just jumped off and ran back to my apartment with my boyfriend on my back, but that would leave this weirdo still on the streets.  However, I could not just abruptly stop the cab because there were other cars behind it and I would have caused a pile up.  I had to be creative to minimize any collateral damage.

	After I had attached several weblines to the roof of the cab, I leapt off and onto the sidewalk on the right.  While I was still in the air, I yanked on the webs, pulling the cab sideways and causing it to roll over off the street.  Since I knew that this would draw a crowd, I hurried over to the cab and pulled the man out.  Then, I wrapped him up in a thick coating of webbing, just like a spider would do to its prey, and left him for the police.  Once he was immobilized, I began my trip back to my apartment in the rain.  However, as I traversed over the rooftops back to my apartment, one thing haunted me.  The man who tried to kidnap us said that he would remember my face.