I'm a bloody moron. I just turned into this thing, I don't know what, and all of a sudden, I want to fight bloody demons! Spiderman gave me perfectly clear and good reasons for not tagging along, here I be, along for the ride like a wee idiot.

Pan got us here, then Spiderman made her go home.

"But why can't I help? Angus is gonna stay here." she begged.

"Angus has to make his own decisions for now." declared Spiderman, "If your father, or your mother for that matter, found out I let you stay, I'd be a dead wall-crawler."

Now don't ask me how this happened, but while me father was a Protestant, me mother was Catholic. That being the case, I knew enough to recognize who was fighting Gaia.

"The Archangel Michael!" I gasped.

Spiderman looked up, "Oh boy. Well while they're having fun, we have our own problems. Demons ahoy!"

I looked, and saw a demon charging straight at us. I charged too. At the last second, I jumped and extended both feet toward it. The resulting collision left the demon crushed, but before I could attack another one, Spiderman grabbed me with a web, and pulled me onto the roof of a building where he was standing.

"Not bad for your first one kid, but before we do anything more, I want you to repeat to me what I told you."

I sighed. "Rule one: follow instinct. I probably don't know about all of me powers yet, so if they manifest themselves during a fight, don't stop to wonder. Just flow.

"Rule two: try not to kill the badguys, they may turn.

"Rule three: Never kill an innocent."

"Good, so let's fight."

Just before Spiderman swung off, I said, "Wait!"

"What?"

"What I said earlier, my father said it all the time. He was a boxer."

"Right."

Alright, now to kick some demon-arse.

I woke up. Slowly, I lifted me hands. They were me normal flesh color. I sighed and and lifted meself off what seemed to be some kind of medical bed.

"You're finally awake!"

I looked the the right. There was a cute girl there, who looked close to me own age.

"Finally awake?" I asked.

"Well yeah, you've been sleeping like a log forever. Are you feeling okay?"

"I suppose. Where be I? Who are you?"

She turned to walk out, and gave a 'follow me' signal. I complied.

"My name's Pan. This lab belongs to a friend of my father. When Spiderman found you, he brought you here 'cause he couldn't figure out what was wrong with you."

I didn't want to be knowin' what was wrong with me yet, so I asked, "Who's Spiderman?"

"You don't know? It's okay, you'll find out soon enough. What's your name anyway?"

"It's... I no remember."

"Really?"

I looked at her. "Really."