Almost aimlessly, Victor began his walk from the apartment complex and onto the sidewalk, venturing far into the heart of the city. For some time, he merely walked without any sense of the world around him, passing by citizens that hurried past him, looking back at him with a perplexed or otherwise displeased expression as he occasionally bumped into others. He didn’t notice or care, he didn’t see past his shoulder or look up, he didn’t apologize or moved aside to let others by. He walked, and on his face was horrible, cold glare that caused these nameless strangers to avoid him at all costs. They saw the hidden anger beneath it all, and the raging madness that bore into his mind and sparked in his dark, sullen eyes. It was a face that forgot or left behind any remorse for his own life, something that became heartless towards the world, awaiting to tear apart anything that stood in his wake. Those eyes were burning with intense hatred.

It drove him further and further until he was in dark territory, where most citizens would not venture at night. By the corner was his nightclub, The Spider’s Lounge, which had become an overnight success with its exotic dancers, music selection, and drinks. It’s most notable characteristic is that it had become almost a sovereign nation where the law couldn’t not breach, anything could happen without consequence (drugs, vice, cage fights, etc.).

He entered though the back, without any notice risen from the other patrons, and ordered his drinks without causing any commotion. Furthermore, he avoided any conversation with the bartenders or any booze-hounds that would strike in their memory for later; shutting any attempt from anyone at all. He simply nodded silently, or shook his head without verbal continuation, and sat by the edge of the bar with his drink.

And for some time, this was the calm before the storm. Nothing eventful had transpired from those long hours.

Happy hour was finally over; it had been a long time before he started closing shop. The bartender asked quietly to Victor if the boss needed a ride back as she could sense something was off with him. With some attempt at polite gestures, he shook his head and paid his tab while tipping the bartender. He tipped his hat, only to hide his face further, and made his way out though the back again. He didn’t take two steps before hearing a shuffle near an alleyway from behind his establishment.
It may be his chance after all…

With some stealth and uncanny steps, he rode into the entrance of the alley, cluttered with a manner of debris and filth, and saw the confrontation unfold before him like the unseen audience and the actors on stage:

“I said NO!” cried the woman, her brown hair jostled behind one of her ears. She was forced onto the wall of an adjacent building, trying to push aside her assailant.

“FUCKING STUPID WHORE!” he snarled, his green eyes inches away from her face.

“Just. Stop. Now!” she cried once more, almost in tears as she tried to claw her way out.

He finally snapped and pulled out a combat knife from his coat, dangerously close to her neck and immediately she fell silent, her eyes beady at the gleam of the blade flashing before her. No sooner than he pulled it out, he disappeared as Victor snatched him from above and rode back up with prey in hand. Caught off-guard, Victor began wrapping the assailant in his silk-strands until he was blanketed in a cocoon of webbing. He couldn’t scream, only able to squirm violently and out-of-sight. Victor stared into his eyes: angered, confused, frightened, hated, defeated. These were feelings that Victor could relate partially, but he had no remorse tonight. He pulled out from his jacket a small egg-shaped, silk-wrapped pouch and, without any hesitation, he plunged it into the assailant’s abdomen with great force. It entered his lower stomach, bypassing the organs and smuggled the pouch into an open crevice that would house it for some time. The assailant remained motionlessly, overcome with pain and felt his insides shift as his skin, muscle, and bone broke apart to make room. He could feel his voice grow hoarse and then started to shake violently more than before as a wet sensation crept over him.

“I want you to know,” Victor whispered in his ear, “that you won’t be the only one dying a slow painful death tonight…”

Victor could hear, being close to the assailant’s face, the muffled sobbing that erupted from the corners of his eyes and mouth.

“As much as I’d hate to ruin the surprise, I’ll tell you… I’ve implanted an egg-sack that will eventually hatch very, very soon with new-born spiders. Once that happens, you’ll be slowly consumed from the inside-out as they make their way out from your stomach to your mouth, nose, ears, and eye-sockets…”

The assailant stopped, horrified beyond compare as he heard those words and echoed across his mind.

“This is going to hurt unimaginably for an uncertain amount of time, you may be conscious for hours before you finally die. If it makes you feel better, she’s next… but you’re the one who deserves this more… good night,” Victor finished, leaving the assailant behind above.

Victor descended slowly back down to where the terrified and petrified young lady had remained on that alleyway. She stared deeply at Victor, awaiting a response from him, to find out whether or not she was saved. For a moment, she looked back up and couldn’t see anything because it was dark and poorly lite to reveal the doomed assailant. Therefore, she told herself reassuringly that her assailant was dead, merely hung in that spot for the proper authorities to find later. Regardless, creatures like Victor were still feared the same way you would feel coming up to a venomous viper. She crept slowly up to Victor with caution, he who seemed to barely notice her presence as he looked around past her to each end of the alleyway. He fixed his jacket-collar and wiped off some of the blood from his sleeve as he turned a few more times to check his surroundings for anyone else he may have missed. They were alone…

“Th-thank you for-” began the young lady, before Victor raised his hand to stop her.

“You shouldn’t thank me, I’m not your hero…”

“But- but you saved me from-”

“I didn’t save you…” his eyes stared into hers, entrapping her in an almost hypnotic trance. She could only look up as he approached, unable to move or run away in time. Before long, he was inches away and looming over her, his presence eclipsing this young lady completely. Victor sighed and placed his hands over her face, beading with cold sweat, as he rubbed his fingers against her clammy skin.

“I’m sorry, I’ve struggled so long to keep myself in check, I fought against my demons for many years but today… I’m a broken man,” he lamented, “I don’t have the strength anymore, and I need to find some therapeutic technique to exorcise them properly…”

Before she could ask what he meant by that, his hands whipped and wisped across her face as he traced his fingers along her head. His fingers had strands of silk that tightly clasped her mouth, disabling her voice. Motionless and voiceless, her eyes darted to her legs and arms in the hopes she could take flight or fight against him but she found them immobile as well. Victor’s forelegs were also entrapping the rest of her body as they strung more webbing from the feet to her neckline in a silken blanket. What’s more she was disgusted to find tiny spiders crawling from each crevice of the walls, floors, and streets, creeping up along the amassing mold of silk that began to harden like steel. She looked back up, tears streaming in her eyes, pleading to Victor’s nature:

“The only thing I can offer,” he replied in response, “is that your death will be swift and painless. Try not to think about it and it’ll be over soon, it’ll be like falling sleep and when you wake up, you may be in a better place… a better place than where I am now…”

Her eyes started to droop as her head started to sway and toss back, but nevertheless she tried to fight it. Victor merely stared at her, hating her for her unrelenting spirit. It may have been from envy or wrath, it certainly wasn’t from pride in himself. Was there something more to it? Did he resent this strange girl for something, or to all the other girls out there in this hated world? He couldn’t bear watching her anymore, not like this. His hands wrapped alongside her head, and with a powerful swipe, he snapped her neck. And the deed was done.

He was still mad with anger. He decided to leave her stranded while the spiders did their work, and ascended back up to her assailant to find some “therapeutic” remedy. Perhaps he could strip some of the nerves in his muscles or pull out some bones…

End of Part 2

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