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Spider-Man Volume 1, Issue #8: The Cat, The Claw, and The Talon part 1
Here I am in Psychology class, writing notes down in my notebook. Today's lesson is about dreams. From Sigmund Freud, to the theories proposed by Allan Hobson and Robert McCarley. Ironically enough, I almost fall asleep during this section. But then she moves on to how the sleep cycle works. There are four stages of sleep ranging from 1-4. Each stage is different in length, and what's actually happening during that certain stage. This cycle of four stages will repeat 4-5 times every night. Though, after going through the first cycle, the stages go in reverse. So 4,3,2, and then REM as stage one gets replaced by the REM sleep stage. Sorry I'm rambling in my thoughts again. Mrs. Gerard stops writing on the board, and turns to the class to ask us this question.
"Why might we have more negative emotions during REM sleep?" I raise my hand to answer as she's asking the question.
"Yes Peter?"
"Is it because our amygdala is more active during REM sleep?" I look over at Lana as I respond, and she gives me a thumbs up.
"Yes that's correct Peter. The amygdala is known to be associated more with negative emotions, so it makes sense that we would experience more negative emotions during REM sleep."
She goes back to writing down the rest of our notes for the class. My mind starts to tune out as I keep looking over at Lana, making sure she's ok. She catches me looking at her. I give her an awkward smile, and I turn my head back as quick as I can, pretending none of that happened. Soon enough, the bell rings, and I'm off to my last class of the day. Nothing of importance really happened there, so I just stayed quiet most of the time. Once schools over, I say goodbye to Lana and Harry, before I leave to get on the bus. The bus ride is noisy, as usual. Why do all the rowdy kids have to be on the same bus as me? I breathe a sigh of relief once I hop off the bus and arrive at home.
"How was school Peter?" Aunt May asks once I open the door.
"It was fine. New transfer student came today. She's in a couple of my classes too."
"Was she cute?"
"That's all you got from that? Seriously?"
"Well you're not denying it! Please tell me you were nice her. Poor girl probably doesn't know anyone." She says, with such enthusiasm.
"Yes.. I was the perfect gentleman about it. Now will you please stop with the 20 questions? I got to go do some homework."
More like research supervillains, but that's basically the same thing right?
"Ok ok." With that I make my way into my room. Placing my backpack on my bed, I sit on the chair that's in front of the computer. If I'm going to be honest, it's a hunk of junk most of the time. Slow as molasses, and it even freezes from time to time. Eventually I get on the internet. I spend the next few hours scouring the net for any clues to who this Princess is, or who Mr. Negative is. Princess Peach, nope.. Princess Zelda, nope. This is going to be a long night. Narrowing the search to New York, and I still can't get any hits. Same thing with Mr. Negative. Unless you count people being negative on Reddit. Guess I'll have to hit the streets. I grab my costume from the bottom of the backpack, and slip it on. Putting some pillows under the covers, I open the window, and crawl out, shutting the window as I leave. Crawling up the side of the house, I found myself on the roof moments later. Once there, I attach my swing line, and start swinging.
Minutes go by, and I'm already in lower Manhattan. I make my way north, when out of the corner of my eye, I notice a silhouette off in the distance. That's strange. Landing on a nearby rooftop I look over. I can barely make it out, but surely enough, on the side of the building, is what looks to be a silhouette of a person. It's a Roxxon building.. I'm going to take a guess, and say they aren't window washers. Let's go check it out. Leaping off the building, I start diving towards the ground. I reach out my arm and attach my swing line once more.
"WOOHOO!!" I yell out as I go towards the Roxxon building. Once I reach the building, I land on the same side as the silhouette. Making good progress by climbing. Well, the figure disappears as I look above me. Finally I get there. There's a cord, just dangling, along with an entrance hole. I enter through the hole, to see a figure dressed in black. They don't seem to notice I'm there, so I keep walking behind. All of the sudden, I trip to fall flat on my face. Nothing is even there.. How is this happening?
"Oww" I groan, picking myself up off the ground.
The figure turns around to face me. They have a hood on, with what looks to be a cat-like mask on underneath the hood. Seems like a costume that was just thrown together just for the sake of having one. Though who am I to talk? I wear red and black spandex.
"Well, well, well.. Looks like your luck just ran out Spider-Man." The voice though muffled, sounds quite feminine.
"And who are you exactly?"
"The names Black Cat."
"Well Black Cat, I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news today. But you're stealing days are over."
"Awh that's cute. You think you'll stop me. Sorry to disappoint you Spider, but I don't plan on stopping. Not until I get what I need."
"You'll be singing a different tune once you're in jail."
"Go ahead and give it your best shot. After all, you'll have to catch me first." She waves, and starts to run away from me.
Guess I better start running. I really thought she would give up once she saw the Spider. Ah who am I kidding? I've never been that brooding, intimidating type.
Spider-Man Volume 1, Issue #8: The Cat, The Claw, and The Talon part 1
Here I am in Psychology class, writing notes down in my notebook. Today's lesson is about dreams. From Sigmund Freud, to the theories proposed by Allan Hobson and Robert McCarley. Ironically enough, I almost fall asleep during this section. But then she moves on to how the sleep cycle works. There are four stages of sleep ranging from 1-4. Each stage is different in length, and what's actually happening during that certain stage. This cycle of four stages will repeat 4-5 times every night. Though, after going through the first cycle, the stages go in reverse. So 4,3,2, and then REM as stage one gets replaced by the REM sleep stage. Sorry I'm rambling in my thoughts again. Mrs. Gerard stops writing on the board, and turns to the class to ask us this question.
"Why might we have more negative emotions during REM sleep?" I raise my hand to answer as she's asking the question.
"Yes Peter?"
"Is it because our amygdala is more active during REM sleep?" I look over at Lana as I respond, and she gives me a thumbs up.
"Yes that's correct Peter. The amygdala is known to be associated more with negative emotions, so it makes sense that we would experience more negative emotions during REM sleep."
She goes back to writing down the rest of our notes for the class. My mind starts to tune out as I keep looking over at Lana, making sure she's ok. She catches me looking at her. I give her an awkward smile, and I turn my head back as quick as I can, pretending none of that happened. Soon enough, the bell rings, and I'm off to my last class of the day. Nothing of importance really happened there, so I just stayed quiet most of the time. Once schools over, I say goodbye to Lana and Harry, before I leave to get on the bus. The bus ride is noisy, as usual. Why do all the rowdy kids have to be on the same bus as me? I breathe a sigh of relief once I hop off the bus and arrive at home.
"How was school Peter?" Aunt May asks once I open the door.
"It was fine. New transfer student came today. She's in a couple of my classes too."
"Was she cute?"
"That's all you got from that? Seriously?"
"Well you're not denying it! Please tell me you were nice her. Poor girl probably doesn't know anyone." She says, with such enthusiasm.
"Yes.. I was the perfect gentleman about it. Now will you please stop with the 20 questions? I got to go do some homework."
More like research supervillains, but that's basically the same thing right?
"Ok ok." With that I make my way into my room. Placing my backpack on my bed, I sit on the chair that's in front of the computer. If I'm going to be honest, it's a hunk of junk most of the time. Slow as molasses, and it even freezes from time to time. Eventually I get on the internet. I spend the next few hours scouring the net for any clues to who this Princess is, or who Mr. Negative is. Princess Peach, nope.. Princess Zelda, nope. This is going to be a long night. Narrowing the search to New York, and I still can't get any hits. Same thing with Mr. Negative. Unless you count people being negative on Reddit. Guess I'll have to hit the streets. I grab my costume from the bottom of the backpack, and slip it on. Putting some pillows under the covers, I open the window, and crawl out, shutting the window as I leave. Crawling up the side of the house, I found myself on the roof moments later. Once there, I attach my swing line, and start swinging.
Minutes go by, and I'm already in lower Manhattan. I make my way north, when out of the corner of my eye, I notice a silhouette off in the distance. That's strange. Landing on a nearby rooftop I look over. I can barely make it out, but surely enough, on the side of the building, is what looks to be a silhouette of a person. It's a Roxxon building.. I'm going to take a guess, and say they aren't window washers. Let's go check it out. Leaping off the building, I start diving towards the ground. I reach out my arm and attach my swing line once more.
"WOOHOO!!" I yell out as I go towards the Roxxon building. Once I reach the building, I land on the same side as the silhouette. Making good progress by climbing. Well, the figure disappears as I look above me. Finally I get there. There's a cord, just dangling, along with an entrance hole. I enter through the hole, to see a figure dressed in black. They don't seem to notice I'm there, so I keep walking behind. All of the sudden, I trip to fall flat on my face. Nothing is even there.. How is this happening?
"Oww" I groan, picking myself up off the ground.
The figure turns around to face me. They have a hood on, with what looks to be a cat-like mask on underneath the hood. Seems like a costume that was just thrown together just for the sake of having one. Though who am I to talk? I wear red and black spandex.
"Well, well, well.. Looks like your luck just ran out Spider-Man." The voice though muffled, sounds quite feminine.
"And who are you exactly?"
"The names Black Cat."
"Well Black Cat, I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news today. But you're stealing days are over."
"Awh that's cute. You think you'll stop me. Sorry to disappoint you Spider, but I don't plan on stopping. Not until I get what I need."
"You'll be singing a different tune once you're in jail."
"Go ahead and give it your best shot. After all, you'll have to catch me first." She waves, and starts to run away from me.
Guess I better start running. I really thought she would give up once she saw the Spider. Ah who am I kidding? I've never been that brooding, intimidating type.