| The Prodigal Hero |
[12 Apr 2008|11:03am] |
To say Sofia Santiago was tired was an understatement. She had spent many late nights sorting through the vast amounts of paperwork coming into her makeshift office in the Gotham Police Department. It really was some kind of storage room they gave to her at the last minute. Desperate times call for desperate measures as they say. She had needed a break, so she went for a bite to eat at a small restaurant for some wine and tapas. It was nice to get away from pizza and donuts every now and then. The woman, wearing her business suit as always, rubbed her tired eyes and yawned as she fidgeted with the cross around her neck. Deciding to take a quick short cut, Sofia turned down a corner that seemed like it had been through an air raid. It saddened her to see the state Gotham was in. She had been sent to help, but so far she felt she wasn't able to do much. Suddenly the overwhelming feeling she was being watched came over her, and she whirled around, gun in hand.
One of the hatchlings, if you could call it that, had moved out from the shadows, climbing down the wall in a spider like fashion - which is exactly what the damn thing looked like: a big, mutated, hairy spider clicking it's fangs as it savored the scent of the meal to come. Before it reached the ground the alien sprung at Sofia, thrusting it's two front shorter legs to impale her in the shoulders as it brought her down. The creature gave a deep, loud hiss as it leaned in to smell it's prey. Two big red eyes, rather than the typical eight that *real* spiders had locked with hers and it leaned back, spreading a nasty set of jaws as it set to move in for the kill.
( The Last Samurai )
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