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Yesterday's Spider

Posted on Thu Mar 22nd, 2018 @ 6:11am by Category V: Supervillain Frederick Hollywood
Edited on on Fri Mar 23rd, 2018 @ 8:24am

Mission: The Villain's Spire
Location: The Spire
Timeline: The Year of the Apocalypse

“You are an insect caught in my web.” Arachnia fired her bow quickly at the human that had dared to enter her home. She had used her ability to imbue the arrow tip with poison that would paralyze the man in his tracks.

Spending a bit of his inner energies, Lorde boosted his agility quickly. Long ago he had picked up a special skill. The mock Spartan snatched the arrow from the air and examined it for a moment. “Wow, that would have really been inconvenient.” He smiled at the inky black woman before dashing at her in a blur.

Again the queen of webs fired, but this time she could not find her target. This fly was to fast and to hard to see. She turned to run back out the door from which she had entered the room.

The insane time traveler appeared right in her face. He stepped onto the great spider’s leg closest to the woman's body and grabbed her face in his palm. Lorde dumped massive amounts of positive energies into her mind. an effect that would have had no use if he had engaged her in combat or hurt her in some way.

Never before had someone held her in such a way. Her face felt warm, as if the sun was shining down on her. Her body began to heat up, and a strange sensation began to take hold. “What are you doing to me?” Even her mother had never held onto her as a child in this way.

“I am trying to show you that monsters like us need to stick together if we are going to survive in this world.” His smile was genuine and his fingers ran into her hair, touching some of her vital points, both stimulating her mind and relaxing her body.

Now the queen felt as if she was the spider in the web. “You don’t look like a monster to me.” She wanted to fight back, but something was draining her of all her aggressions.

Lorde chuckled softly. “Sometimes the monsters we don’t see are far worse than the ones we do. I want to take you away from all this. To a whole new world. Where there are more of our kind. Someday I am hoping if we work together we can make these humans pay for what they have done to us in the past.” So many wrongs needed to be put right. After giving her a small kiss on the lips, he asked, “Would you rather stay here in your forest of the dead, or do you want to join me in my castle?”

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Just like so long ago, Stryde’s master’s hand felt so warm and loving, although she knew it was some kind of power he held. She had never seen him use it in malice. His fingers felt like electricity running up the back of her neck.

With his face close enough to hers that she could feel Frederick’s breath on her face, he whispered, “Now just remember what you have learned from all this. Don’t attack Fractal.”
She shook her head. “No, no, never.” Suddenly she realized another strange sensation. Stryde screamed out, “What… What have you done to me? Is this a trick?” The ebon woman was no longer standing on eight legs. Now she only stood on two. When instinctually she tried to move her legs, strange appendages appeared from behind her back.

“You have evolved, my dear. You have accessed more of the totality of your x-genes. If I am right, you may be able to be trained to use even more abilities than we have seen.” Frederick still stroked her hair, calming her mind and body. His words came forth in a slightly strange tone, much like a mythological bard or demon. “For example, your webs phased through solid matter and found your true oppressor, the holodeck.”

The spider queen’s face scrunched up. “How long have I been in the holodeck?” As her mind cleared, she began to wonder just how much time she had missed.

Lorde smiled again. “Not long at all, but...” He shook his head. “As you know, we have time compression techniques. You have been here seven days. Quite a bit longer in the box.” He took a deep breath before continuing on, “I hope you now know what is at stake. You have a perspective no one else on the team has. That scenario is based on why I have come to your world.”

Her body still felt as though it was vibrating or something else was wrong with her. She took a step back from Lorde and looked him over with her eight eyes. “So is this how I will be forever?”

Frederick was both pleased and a bit excited to see that look of fear in her eyes again. “Oh, if my guess is correct, you will likely only have to focus your mind and concentrate on your primary form to return to it. Why don’t you give it a try while your body is still in flux? So that your cells don’t atrophy to this or something.”

Her crimson eyes closed and she slowed her breathing. Slowly her mind formed the image of the half woman, half spider she had always known.

“Now, my dear, open your eyes and look.” Lorde couldn’t help but sound excited.

She did. Once again, she was the monstrously large half spider. She ran her hands over the regained body in a sense of disbelief.

“Before this flux fades, let’s try and have you focus on a couple more things. This time try and see yourself without any extra legs, including the ones that remained on your back before.” He felt like a kid in a candy store.

She did as her master asked and imagined how she might look without her extra spider parts. Suddenly she could feel that she was only standing on two legs again.

“Oh my, look at that Arachnia! You look like Lolth herself, if I do say so.” He wished the holodeck was still online. He would have made a large mirror appear to show his queen what that reference had meant. “Okay, okay, lastly, before we decide how to keep you for now, try and envision just being a large black widow.”

Stryde’s eyes widened at the very idea of becoming a full arachnid. As she did, pain shot through her. Lorde’s voice shot into her head. “Fight through this. You can do it, my dear.”

His hands had gone back to her head, both to try and help with the pain and to use a spell that allowed for a telepathic bond of sorts. Before him the ebon woman began to transform, more like the Hulk than anything else she had done so far. This was likely far more taxing and alien to her system, but he felt his champion could make it through the fire intact.

Arachnia would reward him handsomely for his belief in her. In moments she transformed into a black widow two times taller than her master. She tried to tell Lorde that the feeling was strange. Instead, only whispers came out, almost more like several people grinding nails on chalkboard in rhythm.

“Hey, Stryde, I think you could learn to talk like that. Who knows, maybe you could even talk to or even command spiders in the future.” To him, the inner workings of the mutant genome seemed limitless. “Okay, now back to one of the two legged forms so we can fit you for some armor soon. What do ya say?”

She concentrated. Her thoughts kept trying to slide away to food or sex, but she held fast, and soon she was in her new form. “Like this?”

He clapped. “Very nice. I think we should get you fitted up rather quickly for armor in that form, don't you?” Still she looked like a drow from the other universe he had come from. She would have made a great addition to the menagerie “Alrighty, I am going to bed. You need food, then rest. Go and head to the mess hall. I will join you shortly.” He couldn't help but wonder if he had done the right thing letting Stryde out so soon, but she had always been a good soldier before Beth. Maybe now she could move past that. While he would always keep a sample of her DNA to use for cloning and research, this would be the spider’s last chance to show him what she was made of. This was her real body and mind. Not a copy. Although Frederick had ways even beyond that to bring someone back from the dead, he wouldn’t mention it, and those were not guaranteed.

He summoned Aryel to his side. “Well? What do you think? Do you think I made the right choice?”

She paused before answering, “What you have done is not without risk. She is still highly unstable, both physically and mentally. I will say it went better than I expected.”

“Only time will tell, Aryel,” he mused.

The golden mephit groaned at the underlining pun.

 

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