I was shaking so frequently I could’ve been someone’s phone on vibrate. There was no difference between me and a silenced phone, except that I had to make sure I didn’t back up not one step or I’d trip over the building ledge and fall eleven stories down to my death.
There were nearly a hundred students in front of me, all with machetties*, miniguns, chainsaws, all weapons more powerful than my own. Antella, one of the only people who knew my secret and closest bodyguard at the moment, was holding a very scary battle axe that was longer than her, so she held it sideways. She turned to me and gave me a shaky nod, her way of cheering me on. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t fight PSYCHO. This rogue scientist was crazy, capable of anything. With his army of 8-foot poisonous spiders, my school was already dead.
Wait, are you one of those people that hate just rushing into the action before you even know anybody or what’s going on!? Me too! I mean, how can you care about my life crisis when you don’t even KNOW me!? Okay, so I’ll start from the beginning.
My name’s Kuler Jones, I like bagels and racing. Everybody else knows me as this strong-hearted apocalypse-durable hero because of an incident that happened eight months ago.
Last year, eight-foot carnivorous spiders began attacking the country led by an Aracnologist everyone had nicknamed ‘PSYCHO’ because that was the name given to him by the one woman who had survived his debut attack on the arachnid research lab.
I mean, he really was a Psycho. He ran around experimenting on spiders making them grow abnormally huge and injecting poison into their fangs so that they could bite to kill.
The whole country had been shook up because of this man and his fleet of ‘Massacre Spiders’ as they were named. He seemed to like the attention though, yelling at the government to make him lead scientist for animal studies, whenever he got a spot on the news.
The spiders he made had soon multiplied and some left his control to roam around and make silky homes out of playgrounds or apartment buildings, ready for a human to come home and get caught in their webs in time for dinner.
My Ma and Pa told me to be careful when going outside for this reason, but I never thought I’d actually see a Massacre spider.
I was taking out the trash one cold winter day when I saw a huge beast with eight shiny black eyes staring at me. I froze. It blinked all its eyes simultaneously. I took two steps closer to my garbage. It did nothing, but I could tell it was still watching me. It didn’t move. I screamed and threw the garbage at it, only for it to crawl over and bite me. Seeing that thing literally click-clack over, raise it’s fangs, and then sink those sharp black daggers into my skin was the most mind-recking scene of my life. I screamed until I felt my voice vibrating in my throat. You could’ve mistaken me for a girl. My parents ran outside, to see the spider crawling into the woods, and me on the ground, clutching my bleeding right arm.
They rushed me off to the hospital. The doctors drenched my arm with alcohol. It stung so bad even pain-killers couldn’t numb it. They wrapped bandages tightly around my arm, and told me that while the spider that bit me would normally be harmless if small, the spider I’d been bitten by had been mutated into a Massacre spider by PSYCHO. That meant its bites were filled with venom and with all the blood I was losing so fast, there was only a 8% I’d live through the night. Ma cried and Pa cursed up a storm. I sat there in my hospital bed, staring off at the sky, thinking, I can’t die like this. I can’t. Not to a spider. Just no.
I won’t die, something in me seemed to say. The next day, I woke up. My bandages were bloody, but besides that I was just fine.
“It’s a miracle!” Ma kept yelling, and Pa’s smile wouldn’t come off his face if you slapped it. “It’s something about his blood, that wouldn’t allow the poison to infect it!” the nurse informed my parents.
The doctor’s theory was that maybe my blood type, (O negative blood) was immune to all Masacre spider bites. The woman who had survived the debut Massacre spider attack also had this blood type, so it was considered fact that if you had O- blood, you can’t die easily from Massacure spiders.
Despite that, the trauma of the whole situation stayed with me. The huge, furry spider as it walked up and bit me, sinking it’s teeth so far into my flesh that its poisonous venom went right into my bloodstream, and nearly killed me. I had nightmares about spiders coming to get me again, the huge thing staring at me from one corner in my room, or maybe I open the fridge and there it is, somehow folded between the shelves.
Soon it was ‘Back To School’ season, and I heard my parents talking about what they were going to do about me going to school. “We can’t just send him back to Grewman high,” Pa said.
The next day, they sat me down at the table and told me what the plan was.
There was silence after they told me. Then, for my understanding as well as theirs, I repeated what they said to me.
“You’re going to send me two states north, to a maximum-protection boarding school, that is Massacre-spider proof… but it still requires me to bring a weapon?”
They nodded. “It’s the best option son. The spiders have multiplied, and lot’s of people are dying. I won’t lie to you. Our state is no longer safe, we're sending you to a protected school in Maryland.” Pa told me.
I just blinked at them. “I’m not going.”
“You’re going.” Pa said sternly.
“No, I’m not. Sorry cap.” I gave him a two-fingered salute and left the table. I was staying right at home, where I felt most safe, and where I could make sure my parents were safe.
“Boy, if you don’t get back over here-”
I ran right back to the table before Pa could finish. Looks like I was going to Maryland!
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