[Sl'askia]

Is anyone reading this? If not i will stop posting chaps...

Chapter 4

He had just hatched and he shivered from the coldness of the room. He cried out, frightened of the new world he had just hatched into. A large figure appeared over him, it had four long thin arms and a huge head. He backed away, squealing in fright.
"Its ok little one." it said as it wrapped him up in a small blanket and picked him up.
He relished the new found warmth he was feeling and squealed happily. He started gumming at the blanket, and the figure chuckled softly putting him into a large clear bin.
"Bastek!" another figure just like the first called out.
"What is it Myron?" the first, Bastek, said in an annoyed tone.
"I thought I had specifically told you to let me know when Crossbreed 738 was about to hatch!" Myron said, clearly aggitated.
"He was fully hatched when I came into the room."
"Oh wonderful, so he has imprinted on you by now, just great." Myron said throwing his hands into the air.
"And there is a problem with that?"
"For a fellow Vykker, you are too gentle with your subjects!"
"So what if I am? I get different results by showing kindness to them."
He heard no more of that conversation, for he had fallen asleep...

A year later he was at his 3/4 of the way to his full size. He was going through a book Bastek had given him to read. He shifted in his pants uncomfortably. Big bro pants were not designed to accomadate his tail. He looked up to see his 'father' walk into the room. The Vykker was pushing something on a trolly toward him. It looked like a pair of pants, but it didnt look like any pants he had seen before. Instead of the usual two or four legs, this one had eight, and reminded him of a spider.
"Enjoying your new book I see." he said.
"Yes father." he said, "what's that?" he pointed at the odd looking pants.
"This is the prototype of a new type of pants for the Big Bros."
"They look cooler looking then this thing" he pointed at his pants, "and more comfortable. Wish I could have em"
"Well..." Vykker had a mischievous grin on his face, "I DO need a volunteer to test them out, would you be interested?"
"Oh yes, please please please!" he said putting on his best 'cute' look.
"There's no need to beg. Here.." Bastek laughed as he put the pants on the floor in front of him.
He eagerly got out of the BBS pants and climbed into his new ones. He immediately felt a big difference, there was even a hole where his tail could poke through. He sighed with relief and the comfort. He moved around a bit, and found his movement was much quicker now in these pants then that of the BBSs.
"This thing reminds me of a spider.." he commented, "much better then those blasted things" he motioned at the now empty BBS pants.
"That they do, if fact I think that will be your name now. Spider"
Spider smiled happily.

A couple of days later, Spider approached his father's lab to hear the sounds of shouting inside. He paused a moment to listen.
"You gave him the prototype! How could you!" he heard Myron shout.
"Someone needed to test it, and Spider was the best one to do it!" Bastek shouted back.
"Spider? You gave him a name now? You spoil him too much! He needs to be cruel and ruthless as the boss demands!"
"Get out! I will not have you talking of turning him into a killer like all the others in my presence!"
"Very well, but you have not heard the last of this.."
Myron stormed out the door, nearly running into Spider. He stopped to scowl at him a moment, then continued on his way. Spider couldn't shake the feeling that something very bad was going to happen soon..

A few months later, Spider was returning from an arin he was sent out to do.
"Father, I got those files you wanted me to get." he called out. Strangely, only silence answered him. "Father?" he called again as he explored the lab, looking for him. He rounded a corner, and found his Bastek's murdered body laying in a pool of blood...

Spider woke up with a start. He hated it when the memory of that terrible day came back to haught him, no matter how deeply he tried to bury it. It was not long after that day that his torchure started. He shuddered at the thought and pushed it back deep into the recenses of his mind. He felt tears welling up in his eyes and he hastily brushed them away.
"I will avenge you father." he said, "Then I'll be free. Just as you always wanted me to be."
With a whimper he settled down again, and fell back asleep...