(Spiderman--Deadman?) Mik + macromantula [Day 2]

Blood. Blood spilled from the wound in the things leg. But it didn’t look like blood, well it did, but it was so much thicker, slowly drizzling out of the things wound. I try not to stare, I try not to watch as it slides down one of its many legs.

Oh no, what had I gotten myself into. Swallowing hard, I turn my gaze away from its leg, trying to focus on something else. I find my eyes locked with its once more. Something in my stomach twists. I see something in its eyes, something that almost tells me how excited this thing is, I wouldn’t be surprised if it started salivating. In its eyes I see myself reflected, I see fear, fear splashed across my, pale face- is this how I was going to die? Fear written all over my face?.

I didn’t want to die looking weak, looking vulnerable. I wanted to look strong, I wanted me death to look like it had a purpose. I didn’t want to be just another kid to die, to be another added piece of entrainment. I wanted my death to be remembered. I didn’t want it to be like the others, the ones who had been so mutilated beyond recognition. I wanted to e recognised. If I was going to die, I wanted people to know who I was.

But I didn’t want to die. So that might cause a little problem here. Someone- or thing- was going to die. It was going to be either me, or this mother trucker.

Then without warning the thing lashed out at me, its pincers aiming for my throat. Struggling in the arms of the web, I try to avoid the attack, but I couldn’t. One of the things pincers caught my cheek, sending hot thrills of pain through my whole body. I try not to scream out, I didn’t want this thing to know that it had hurt me. It would only make me look weak. I didn’t want to look weak, I needed to look strong. Bitting down on my tongue, I hold back the grunt of pain that had formed on my lips, threatening to escape. Come on… come on… this is even pain. Look at Andy. Now that’s pain. This is a scratch. Rub some dirt on it or something and get over it. I scold myself.

Taking one more deep breath I try to pull myself free from the web once more, kicking out my arms and legs in hope that its hold on me would loosen. But no. It didn’t. It held me tight, like a mother might hold its frightened child. Yeah like a mother would hold a child to its death. I tell myself sarcastically.

“Someone’s going to die here,” I tell the thing, tightening my hand on my sword. “Let’s just hope it is you, not me. No offense or anything. But really, I never thought that we would work out anyways.” I wasn’t sure f I looked insane to the people watching me, all I knew is that me speaking, well, it was, in some way, calming me, setting my body a little at ease. I had always been good with words, it was just the other stuff, like wielding a sword, that I was not so good at.

[attacks macromantula: Sword]
[dice=200+1000]
[Deep Gash on Left Calf -- 8.0]

My sword slices through another leg, but it stays connected. I watch as the creature stumbles, testing out its newly damaged leg.

Yeah, take that. I wasn’t giving up without a fight. Triumph surges though me, giving me the energy that I needed. I could feel hope return to me, as I watched again as the thing tried to use its leg. If only I had cut it clean off, then this would have been much more interesting. Breaking my gaze away from the creature for the first time, I try to pull free from the web, flailing around in its grasp. I kicked, my legs jutting out in all directions, my arms grabbed at the silky string, trying to tear it in two.

Surprisingly, it budged slightly, lowering me enough for my feet to touch the earth once again. I smiled, despite everything, as feet landed on solid ground. I never want to fly in my life, ever. I like the ground. The ground is pretty cool, I might hang around, on the ground. Ground. I like it. I wanted to collapse on the ground, I wanted to feel safe, knowing that the ground was beneath my feet, but I couldn’t I was still trapped in this web. I was still trapped by this thing. The ground could wait, it didn’t want to rip my life away from me, but this thing on the other hand, looked like it wanted to eat me for breakfast. I wasn’t ready to be a meal.

I was not going to be a meal. For this guy, or for anyone. I was like that chock, the one that you would chance around the street for hours and hours before you could catch him, even then, to actually kill him? To cut his head off? Yeah well he didn’t make it easy. I was that chock. I was not about to let this spider catch me and rip my head off. I wanted me head. On my neck. Where it could be of use.

Something white hot slices across my neck, sending pain shooting though me, like a wild fire spreading though my body. My hand flies to my neck instantly, feeling around. Ouch. Pulling my hand away I see that my blood coated it. I turn to the spider, my eyes blazing. “What the fuck man! I wasn’t even looking at you, that’s cheating? Have you ever heard the word fair? Yeah, well that was unfair. Why don’t you pick on someone your own size!” The words escape my lips in an angry snarl before I could stop them. Now, instead of fear etched on my face, I’m pretty sure there was anger.

Pulling my sword back, I looked the thing in the eyes, mustering all the rage and anger I could into my shoulders and arms, hoping that it would be enough to end this. Hoping it would be enough for me to go find Andy, and Yaa, and Deimos. I didn’t want to be on my own anymore, I needed to be with them, I mean look at me, I was talking to a bloody Spider.

[attacks macromantula: Sword]
[dice=200+1000]
[Severed Left Arm at Shoulder -- 10 ]