(ooc: last one)
Spider found himself in a dense forest in this dream. The foliage was so dense the he couldn't see very far into it. This didn't worry him, as he been in places like this before. Though it did seem a bit weird that he was wearing his pants this time...
"Nothin' ter fer me ter worry 'bout 'ere." he muttered to himself.
//Are you sure about that?\\ a voice said.
Spider spun around but didn't see anyone.
"Who's there?"
The voice just laughed. It was an evil sounding laugh and it sounded like it came from all around him.
//Someone you know...yet don't know.\\ it said with another laugh.
"What the frack are yer talkin' 'bout!? Who are yer!?" Spider growled, spinning around trying to locate the source of the voice, but he still couldn't see anything.
Suddenly the forest around him erupted into flames. By reflex Spider searched for a safe way out and ran. He ran until he reached the village...but the village was in flames as well.
//Thought you would find safety here?\\ the voice laughed, //boy were you wrong...\\
"What's is goin' on!? Why is the village on fire?"
//It's on fire because of you.\\
"That can't be right! I would never der such a thing!"
//Are you sure?\\
"Yes! I would never hurt innocents!"
Spider tried to enter the huts to try to rescue some of the villagers, who he could hear screaming for help. But the flames were too intense and drove him back.
The dark clouds above him thundered and a heavy rain began to fall, putting out most of the fires. Spider could then enter the huts, to see if he could find any survivors...but he only found charred corpses.
The rain then stopped and the sun came out, drying the dirt and ash.
//Some hero you are.\\ the voice mocked, //you couldn't save one villager here. tisk tisk. Not that any of them deserved to live anyway...\\
"Yer wrong! These people had the right ter live!"
//And why do you say that? They are inferior to you. Toy's that you could do as you please to. Their lives mean nothing to you.\\
"THAT"S NOT TRUE!" Spider howled, "WHO ARE YER!?"
A gust of wind came up, stirring up the dust and ash, blinding Spider for a moment. When he could see again he saw a figure take shape in the dust cloud. At first he couldn't see it clearly, but once he could his eyes widened in shock. Standing in front of him...was him. Exact in almost every way, right down to the pants. There were differences....the eyes were red and the tattoo and pants were black.
"No..." he muttered, stepping back, "It can't be..."
"You figured it out now eh?" his double said with a evil sounding chuckle, "That's right...I represent that which what you could have/should have become. Instead...you became this...pathetic goodie tooshoe, intent on undoing the 'evils' of your past."
"Wha...what der yer want...?"
"What do I want?" his double rubbed it's chin and looked like it was in serious thought. Finally it said, "What I want...is for you to forget your...," its face crinkled in a expression of disgust, "honorable ways and become what you are suppost to be!"
"Yer me like yer..." Spider said, narrowing his eyes, "Forget it."
"Oh come on now." his double started circling him, "You honestly think you can get far being the way you are now?"
"The path of evil and hate can only lead toward pain and suffering and I want no part of that."
"Ah..." his double suddenly appeared right beside him, "But you at one time enjoyed inflicting pain and suffering on others. Yes I remember that well..."
"Back then...my heart was full of hate and the desire ter avenge my father." Spider said, closing his eyes and shuddering at the memories, "and I have no intention of becoming like that again..." Spider opened his eyes and with a quick swipe knocked his double away from here, "No matter what yer say! I am not goin' ter go back down that route! I'd rather die before that happens!"
"Tch." his double said as it righted itself and rubbed the spot where Spider had struck it, "You are too good hearted for your own good. Perhaps..." Suddenly his double turned into raging fire, but keeping its original shape, "I need to be more...forceful."
It leaped at him then and Spider barely was able to dodge in time. It struck again, this time scoring a hit on his arm, leaving three burnt cuts. Spider screeched in pain and ran, knowing he could not fight this thing hand to hand.
"Fleeing now are we? How cowardly..." the flame double said and appeared right in front of him, "You can't escape me...you never can..."
With a growl Spider picked up and threw a log at the double, only for it to burn to ashes and the double to laugh at him.
"Is that the best you can do?" it said, mockingly, "I think you are too dependent on those pants of yours...let me...liberate you..." it lashed out then, grabbing a hold of his pant. they immediately melted and Spider screamed in agony as the melted metal fused with his flesh. The double laughed at him.
"You see there is no escape..." it said grinning, "I can 'get rid' of the pain...but of course there is a price...."
"Ter join the dark side I'm guessin'..." Spider groaned...grimacing in pain.
"Oooo you have a mind like a steal trap...so whats your decision?"
Spider looked around desperately, looking for a way out of this nightmare. He spotted a bucket and Odd-be-praised it was full of water. he kept looking squarely at the double as he reached for it.
"So what is your decision?" It said getting impatient.
"My decision is..." he grabbed the bucket and threw it at the double, "**** YOU!"
The water in the bucket spilled all over the double, sending it shrieking in agony. It started to turn to steam, shrinking and it cursed at him.
"You may have won this round! But I will always be in the back of your mind! Both in and out of reality!"
By then it was nothing but a small pile of ash...which a passing breeze blew away. The melted husk of Spider's pants disappeared and Spider started to limp his way out of the ruined village.
What did that creep mean by 'in and out of reality'? he thought.
Suddenly a bright white light appeared in front of him and it was blinding…
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Spider stirred and moved his head to get the light out of his eyes.
“Well someone move that frackin’ lamp!” he growled, irritated.
His outburst startled Olm and Hunter who both exclaimed: “He’s awake!”
(ooc: your turn...Rett or BD.)
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