The Dark Spider

Five

TW: blood and stuff

The room was empty. All of the workers on the floor had received a day off. Escorted by what seemed like an army of guards, the spider walked into the musty smelling office room. 

"Your workday ends when all of the work is done. There is a note taped to each desk that will tell you what you have to do," a guard said in a bored tone. All of the guards separated to surround the room, not taking their eyes off the spider.

The spider let out a sigh, then settled into one of the chairs near the first desk. "Sort and file these." It was a simple note. He could think of many ways to do exactly what the note said, but not what they wanted. It didn't specify exactly how to sort it.

He looked at the first folder. Arachnid Project: 1940-1950. The guard said something about arachnids, unless he heard him wrong--which was very unlikely. His hearing was top notch, and sometimes was something he wished he didn't have, but he had gotten used to it in time.

He flipped the it open and was met with a black and white picture of a girl who had a look of terror on her face, probably because of the eight bloody spider legs sticking out of her back. The next picture was more gruesome than the previous. The girl had grown long fangs that were about a foot long and her spider legs had been stabbed into her stomach, chest, and legs. She was clawing her ears out with her long spindly fingers.

Written next to the pictures was a description. She lived only five hours after being "changed". Killed an assistant scientist and two guards after she abruptly woke up during her surgeries. She had been twenty-four years old when she died. There was a note that said she was too old to adjust and her previous knowledge was a problem.

"Hey! You're supposed to be working, not staring at the files," one of the guards standing near him barked. Then the spider glared, making the guard shrink down against the wall. The spider was well known among Hydra, but no one was really sure how good he was. 

Turning his attention back to the files, he found they were already sorted. Weird. He found the folder with the most recent date. Arachnid Project: 2000-present. He flipped it open and was faced with a school picture of a smiling kid. The boy's name was Peter, the same one from the spider's dreams. Beside the name was the number he was looking for. 42.

A guard was walking towards him. He left the first desk and moved on the the next. The next one was completely normal. And so was the one after that. He kept sorting until all but the first one was done. By then, it had been five hours and he was itching to go back to subject 42. He had never felt that kind of urge before— at least not that he remembered. 

Flipping open the folder again, he was faced with the smiling face of Peter Parker, subject 42. He began to flip to the next page. He could almost piece it together. Everything was making sense. He just needed to make sure. Was he P-

Bzzzzzzzz 

The taser shocked him. Hard. He could see stars sparkling around the room. The dizziness and pain took over and then it was dark.