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REWROTE THIS CHAPTER
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YOU LOOK INTO MY EYES, you can't recognize my face. You're in my world now. If it hurts to breathe,open the window. Oh, your mind wants to leave, but you can't go. This is a happy house. We're happy here. Oh, this is fun, fun, fun, fun.
Herds of people fended for themselves. Hands shoved their way through the crowd, slamming whoever and whatever was in their way. NYPD cars were scattered all over the streets. Shouts and commands blurred in the background as more people stumbled about out of thin air.
Ines landed right up on the streetlight, surveying her surroundings. A man dressed in a black and white dotted suit stood on the hood of some car with his frantic palms facing away.
"Hands behind your neck!" Her uncle Alis shouted to the stranger. Officers behind held their guns up high ready to shoot. Ines widened my eyes. She quickly shot a web line and swung down to the spotted man. She blocked the man away from the force.
"Easy, easy!" Ines shouted to them, "No one has to get hurt."
"Step aside Spider-Woman" her uncle sneered at her, "NYPD has it under control!"
Ines shook her head as her attention frantically shifted to other officers, desperate that at least someone would listen to her, but with her uncle not knowing who was who really behind the mask, she doubt she could truly get to him, "Come on, you've scared him enough. You're not gonna hurt anyone, right?" Ines looked over her shoulder to look at the Dalmatian man.
