Re: Prologue: Out of the Web

by **Admin** Tue 12 Nov - 17:45

With 7 and half strong legs that can stick to surfaces, she had a strong advantage in regards to stability in such an environment. Therefore, she had no problem aiming for the man's arm. Both seemed to hold onto the claw, so, she made a bid for the one she could hit with the least difficulty. She mangled the arm to a bloody mess and the man curled over in pain before being swiped off his feet on his side. Small favor of fate, he fell on the intact arm. But it made no matter, for his heart filled with venom mere seconds later. He convulsed, shaking like a madman on the floor and lost consciousness.

She was now on the lower level of a ship. Next to her, an impossibly wounded man with magic words stood shattered and broken... yet somehow still alive. Up above, looking through a hole in a wall, the last human was rendered stupid in sheer terror. It was screaming so hard it was likely to injure its own throat. No one else lived on the boat, or if there was, it knew well how to remain hidden.

She had decisions to make.

by **Seb** Tue 12 Nov - 19:29

She needed to feel safe. For her to feel safe, she needed to not have enemies around her.

So she started weaving webs around her the two surviving moving things around her. Her "not enemy", which could, coincidentally, also be food when the time would come. She trapped him inside her webs, and she would do the same with the other surviving human.

The screaming human did not seem to do much except being terrified; she would deal with it later.

by **Admin** Wed 13 Nov - 17:08

The dying man was easy to web, the broken one not so much. He fought back, but did not strike or hurt her. His body was too damaged in the end to be much of a challenge even with the incredible strength he seemed to possess.

Once it became clear he could not get free, he ceased his struggles and accepted his fate.

by **Seb** Wed 13 Nov - 19:14

That having been taken care of, she headed for the side of the boat, and she would climb the walls up to the second level, from an angle from which the screaming human would not be able to see her coming. She thought the stairs to be fairly obvious, and being a spider, the idea of taking any wall she would like to get to a final point had been rather natural.

by **Admin** Thu 14 Nov - 14:07

She tried to get into the room where the last human stood... and failed. Any and all holes in the walls she could find where... solid. As if the air itself had been frozen in place. She could see though it, observe the hysteric human trying to stay as far away as possible, but her limbs simply would not cross this air barrier.

by **Seb** Thu 14 Nov - 14:15

She tried hitting it, as wood and stone could be broken, perhaps this could be broken. The human could get inside, and it was bigger than her. So she hit repeatedly with one, two and then four limbs at a time.

by **Admin** Thu 14 Nov - 14:51

The air cracked. It could be broken, it seemed. It was quite hard, but so was she. Every one of her hits made the human inside scream. It was crying, it was praying, it was losing control of its bladder and fouler things yet. When the air broke under her last strike, the human lost it entirely and opened a part of the wall to try and flee. It began by running down the stairs, but blinded by its tears and wearing wildly limiting clothing, it slipped and fell. Breaking an ankle beyond repair.

Wounded, exhausted and terrified beyond its compehension, the human removed its high heels and slowly and painfully began puling itself towards the water.

by **Seb** Thu 14 Nov - 14:58

She needed the food. Would the human swim away? She could not permit this. She ran towards the crawling thing, and would try to weave its limbs and face. It needed to stop seeing and moving. She would bite if necessary , but felt she had not much poison left: she never had bitten so much in so little time.

by **Admin** Thu 14 Nov - 19:21

The human fought back with everything it had, which amounted to very little. It threw pretty much everything it had at the spider, but nothing that had the slightest chance to hurt. The spider continued to advance.

The human began to gag. As if it was struggling for air. Just as the spider made it up to it's broken foot, the human's eyes rolled back and its heart gave up a second later.

by **Seb** Thu 14 Nov - 19:29

...

That was it. It was dead. She hardly had to move towards it, and it just died. How frail those animals were. None other had reacted this way. Still, she weaved him into a cocoon, the kind of huge balloon that would strike fear into their hearts, something the Komaci did not yet know.

She came back to the main deck, still trying to sense vibrations around her, see if any one of those humans would pop up again. They roamed in packs, and although it seemed most of them were dead, she still feared there might be more.

If she sensed nothing more, she would head to the first cadaver she had created, in her "prison". There, she would feast. She needed the food to be strong, and to heal her leg.

This is what she would do. Weave them, make cocoons out of the cadavers, and spin more web around the boat to catch what flew around. With rotting corpses around the boat, she thought getting more insects would come naturally. She would eat the cadavers one by one, and keep the freshest ones last.

by **Admin** Mon 18 Nov - 13:52

End of Prologue

Continued in Part 1: Listening to the Cosmos

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