Fist met flesh and for a brief moment he allowed himself to take a little pleasure in it. Then, he bridged the gap between them, dropped to a knee over him and reached out to try and touch him with her fingers.

Inside, Megan felt the first mental ping of a find come back to her. A spider had spotted a figure inside one of the buildings. She caught a brief glimpse of the image before the arachnid was on the move again. As a group, all of her sentry spiders converged on the room, wriggling under and through the gaps in various doorways. The slumped over figure by the window didn't stir... they crept closer cautiously, slowly, all eyes fixed on their target..

The last thing Ty sensed was the touch. Then, he was trapped inside his own mind as Megan had been. Ty smiled a bloody, evil smile, unlike any grin his face had ever grinned before. He let out a cold laugh, breathing in a breath of air as he clenched the knife, getting used to the new body.

This one was different. He wasn't much by means of size or physique, but he wasn't built for power. This body was toned, athletic. Built for speed and agility. He attempted a backflip, something Ty himself was never brave enough to try, but he landed somewhat gracefully on his feet. Then, he stepped forward, putting all his weight on his left foot, aiming a swift kick to Megan's midsection with his right.

"I could get used to this one...so graceful...so much energy and fire...."

Suddenly, she was back. With a disorienting jolt she snapped back into control of her herself, stumbled back, and tried to gain her balance.

"Oof!" Ty'd foot collided easily with her middle, forcing the air from her and sending her crashing back onto the pavement. It was a sudden, painful awakening, and she realized what had happened. "You sonofa-" Gritting her teeth, she struggled back to her feet and fell into a defensive stance.

"...I... am going to make you regret this..." First though, she needed to figure out how to fight him without dying, or murdering Ty. The key to that being wherever the guy was hiding; kill the roots, kill the weed.

Ty's voice gave a hollow laugh; inside his head however, Ty was trying. But try as he might, he just couldn't break the hold on his mind. He was held prisoner in his own self.

"I doubt that," he argued in his hollow Ty-voice. "I won't feel a thing." This time, he approached, feigning a left punch toward her face, then attempting to strike low with the knife.

The feign worked, and she moved to block it. The movement of his next strike was a blur too fast for her to follow, but something glinted and she felt a cold sweat wash over the back of her neck. Getting stabbed was never fun.

Fortunately for her, and not for him, she was almost always prepared for the possibility of shooties and stabbies. The point of his blade connected with the bottom portion of her protective vest, eliciting an deep grunt from her due to the force behind it. Her hand-made protection held however, and she moved to wrap an arm around Ty's more dangerous appendage. Though her vest had stopped him from dealing a serious injury on her, she seriously doubted that he would aim for the same spot twice, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that she was wearing some form up upper body protection. Add to that the fact that she knew through test run's that her product wouldn't withstand more than a few point-blank shots and stabs in the same general area before failing, and she knew she had to act fast.

If she managed to get a grip on him, she was prepared to yank him toward her and drive her forehead into his face. If not, well... she'd have to come up with a hurried plan B.

The evil grin didn't fade as the blade met its mark--albeit not in the manner he'd intended, exactly. What he didn't expect was her to catch his arm, or the headbutt. The force drove the nimble yet still lean Ty Fisher back, blood once again rushing from his nose. But there was still that creepy, bloodstained grin.

"You *****..." he hissed, wiping some of the crimson fluid away. "Damn..." he grinned. "I guess you really do secretly have it out for each other, hm? Judging by the force of that headbutt, I'd hazard a guess that you aren't lovers...then again, nowadays who can tell?" That creepy grin never left his face even as he spoke. He was stalling, in a sense, trying to get her guard down. But at the same time, he was trying to get inside her head. Sure, he could technically only control one at a time, but when mind games came into play...it changed the aspect of the game so much more.

Her tactic worked, and soon she had the knife wielding arm under her control. Though she had intended to try and knock Ty, or his body in this case, off his feet, she'd only managed to cause him to stumble. Her grip tightened on his arm, but she was unsure of where to go now. Freeing one arm would lessen her control of the knife, but give her something to defend herself with... but, at the same time, if she could just hold him until her spiders were ready, she wouldn't have to hurt Ty anymore.

Sh*t.

"As if, asshole."

Her eyes flicked momentarily away from the struggle, as she hazarded a guess at which building her spiders were in. Just a little bit longer... just a little longer until they were all gathered and ready.

Ty's face smiled even wider, an evil gleam in them. "Was that at the hating each other or the being lovers part?" he asked, just pushing her buttons right now. Even if she had his arm, he could still taunt. Spitting blood on the ground, his eyes met hers.

"I'm just killing you inside, aren't I? Making you have to hurt him...or the thought of him holding a knife on you? Invigorating, isn't it? Haha...now factor in that you've got him by the arm...Delightful..."

His gaze was unwavering; this was just TOO much fun.

An eye twitched, a clear sign that he was in fact getting to her, and she resisted the urge to headbutt him in the face again. Ty was in there still... it was Ty'd face, even if someone else's words were coming out of it.

"Oh, it's killing me alright. It's killing me that I can't punch your face in, instead of Ty's. It's killing me that this whole goddamn game of yours is keeping me from caving in the skull of that slimy illusionist. It's killing me that--"

The words died on her lips and her eyes widened considerably. What had stopped her mid thought? The tingle of realization up the back of her neck. A beat passed, and her lips curved slightly at the corners. "... Found you."

Keeping her grip on him arm, she attempted to pull herself in towards him sharply, and drive her knee into his stomach. Her children had finally all gathered and were currently situated all over the prone man's face, neck, and hands. Megan gave the word and each and every spider dug it's fangs in.

Her plan now was to detach herself from Ty and make a break for the building, with every intention of exacting every pain imaginable on gheppetto's real body... if, of course, her first hit landed.

"Awww...you do care," he sneered. "That's the point of the game; you can never get to the boss straight away." He paused when she smiled, his own grin finally fading from his face. And then...pain. Stabbing pain...Not in Ty's body, no; he'd never feel that. It was his own...

Ty fell to his knees, dizzy and trembling as he tried to regain his composure. "Damn..." he muttered, spitting more blood on the ground. "That was...****...." His face was pale and he was having trouble regaining his focus and balance; apparently the mind control--or the ensuing events--took a toll on the poor guy. "Go get the bastard, Charlotte...I'll be...right behind you. Damn this sucks ass..."

Across the street in a flash, she threw open the door to the apartment complex. Thankfully, it wasn't locked, and didn't require a buzzer to get in. Not that it would have stopped her at this point, she probably would have just tried to bust out a window, or shimmy up a fire escape.

On the inside, she turned left and bolted for the stairwell. It was possible that her target could have bee-lined for the elevator, but Ty was waiting in the street for him-- she wasn't worried. Instead, she followed the silent directions from her kids, guided by various mental flashed of what the inside of the room looked like, and the view from the window.

The bastard had been watching them from the window the whole time... or at least, so she assumed.

Huffing as the hurried climb up flight after flight of stairs took it's toll on her, she paused on the second floor and shut her eyes, reaching for the connection with her spiders. The image she got back was erratic and blurred-- various abstract shapes being tossed around in one direction, then the next. Reeling from the dizziness caused by that, she wobbled back into action and headed for the next flight of stairs.

Ty's head managed to stop spinning, but damn if his face didn't still hurt. And man did it hurt. But he wasn't about to miss out on the action. Not after that; there was no way.

Shaking the cobwebs loose, he saw that Megan was already quickly heading across the street for a building--she found him. And he didn't have a damn clue. Groggily, he took off after her, stumbling at first, but keeping his grip on his knife. After all, he didn't have a clue what to expect.

His energy was drained, and his entire body ached--he felt as though he'd just gotten the crap kicked out of him, though in a sense...he kinda did. He kept an eye on Megan--or her back at least; after the earlier escapades he made a point not to look at her butt as she ran. Even if she did have quite a lead on him. Finally, he caught up to her after having climbed flight after flight of stairs, and then she took off again.

"Ah ****...stupid ****ing stairs..." he mumbled.

Panting almost as much as Ty was, she stopped on the next landing and let her eyes unfocused again. She could see through her spider's eyes again; more reeling and erratic movement, but darker this time. Shadows of a bed and desk, wall, floor, more wall. Through the door beside her she heard someone shouting, and snapped back into reality.

"Through the door! He's on this floor." Her vision was blurry from having used her second sight too often in the span of a few hours. Blink as she might, she couldn't seem to get it to snap back as quickly as she had before. "Go ahead of me.. I.. I need a minute."

Dammit, she'd been having that problem more and more often. Seemed like the more she used that power, the harder it was to see things normally.

On the other side of the door and down the hall, the wanted mutant was slapping at himself, hollering, and stumbling around in his room. Spider bites decorated the majority of his face, stretching over his lips and eyes, and spilling down his throat. Red and painful, they were already starting to swell as the toxins kicked in.

Ty nodded weakly, knowing one of them had to take this guy out. But at the same time Ty also knew they were both in rough shape, and this was only the first stop of their journey. If they were this bad now...would they even make it to their final target? The lad had to chuckle, maybe not, but that wouldn't stop them from trying. And he knew it. Legs on fire, he power-walked down the hall, barging in through the door, his blade still tight in hand.

When he saw the shape the guy was in, he almost felt bad for the sorry bastard. Almost. Ty smirked. "Not so tough now, are ya? I was just gonna go up here and slit your throat but...I'm going to enjoy this...savor it..." His voice was almost as twisted as when the mutant had control over him, but now, it was just Ty.

The blurriness lasted longer than she liked, but the vertigo at least lessened. Not too long after Ty had left her, she was able to pull away from the wall and collect herself, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm her mind. Through the door and down the hallway she could hear Ty's voice, and so headed in that direction.

Stopping in the only open doorway, her gaze shifted from Ty's back to the man still stumbling around, though his attention was focused on the guy with the knife, who was threatening him. Megan could see that the various bites from her children were already starting to swell, and given that some of them had been graced with enhanced fangs, she knew why. At least a double dose of venom had been given by those spiders, which was exactly why she had created them. They were slower then the others, but they packed more of a punch.

"Y-you @#%$*&!" He stumbled and caught himself on a desk, reaching for a pen holder with a pair of scissors in it. Megan wasn't sure if he was going to try and attack with them, or if he had another idea on his mind, but she wasn't one to wait and see. Throwing the thing strand of femininity to the wind, she hawked a wad of silk at him, hoping to blind him.