The Spider's Emerald

- Chapter 1 -

y/n pov

Blood trickled down the slightly sloped path in a vein-like pattern into the ocean. Boots clinking along the gravel path, making rocks skid in all directions. I looked to my right, towards the ocean. The ocean was pitch black. A glassy endless abyss. The full moon shone ahead casting an eerie glow across the ocean and the sky. I looked down at the reflection of the Sydney Opera house in the water, the city shining in the background.

I shake my head and refocus.

I'm here to kill them.

Nothing else.

I'm wearing a black tight top and pants. The material is flexible and good for hand on combat. I have a belt with a gun attached to my left hip and opposite it I have a thin, silver dagger strapped to my thigh, concealed by my cloak. The cloak goes from my shoulders down to my knees all the while hiding my face from anyone who bothers to take a quick glance at me. I have my hair down as to hide my face even more so in case someone decides to do more than glance at me.

I make my way up the weathered down path and make it to the Sydney Harbour Bridge. I go past the bridge and walk up to the abandoned jetty just 100 metres away from the bridge. If you look more in-shore of the jetty you'll find a worn down building that looks just about ready to collapse. I walk up to the building attempting to not kick any rocks as to not draw unwanted attention to myself. I find the back entrance to the building and slowly push it open. It makes a loud "creak" and I wince, hoping no one heard. I creep past the ajar door and press myself against the wall. I move without making a noise from room to room.

I'm almost about the give up, thinking that they may have gotten word that I was coming and fled. That's when I heard a radio. Softly at first but I followed the sound and naturally it got louder. I stopped in front of a particular door hearing for the first time the radios static buzzing and muffled voices come from behind it. I put my hand on the door handle and twisted. Locked of course but worth a shot. I considered kicking it down but that would alert too many people too quickly so I look for another way in. My gaze latches onto the ceiling.

Vents.

I place my hands on the wall and start to climb up, my hands and feet sticking on the wall. 

narration

My powers sometimes seem like a curse but honestly I would never give them up. I got bitten by a radioactive spider on accident in a testing lab. As luck would have it instead of dying from the radiation as I should've it gave me powers. Surprise surprise, how convenient I know. I can do many things a spider can. I can stick to walls, I have super strength and I have almost a sixth sense. It's supposedly my Spider Sense but Miles calls it my spidey tingle and that kinda stuck. And to top it all off Miles and I invented what we call web shooters. They take our web fluid formula and shoot them out as either webs or almost like a string. And these powers come in real handy when your trying to kill a bunch of people believe it or not.

y/n pov

Once I got to the vent I grabbed the thin bars and yanked at it. The screws flew everywhere and clattered to the ground. I froze. I heard surprised voices behind the door and heard the muttered phrase "check on it". I scrambled to get inside the vent, once inside I held it in place. Not a moment later a male guard walked through the door looking around trying to find the source of the noise. If he just looked up then I'd have no choice but to lose my advantage of discretion. After looking around for 10 seconds he headed back inside, closing the door behind him. I pull the vent up into the cramped space with me and made my way forward. I stopped at the next vent peering down. It was the vent into the room. I move up towards the next vent and dropped down into that room. I walk up to the door and make out the outlines of 3 guards. Screw it, there's no way I can kill all these people while staying discrete forever.

I unstrap the dagger from my thigh and rest it comfortably in my palm. I shove open the door and throw my knife at one of the guards. It lands in his chest with a "thwack". The other two guards stared at their companion still processing what had happened. I took advantage of their shock and ran up to them, aiming for one particular guard swinging my leg against the lower areas of his legs, my momentum making his legs fall out from underneath him. He landed hard on his back probably winding him for the time being. In the time I did this the third guard had figured out what was going on and went for a punch to my nose.

I moved my head to the side and while his arm was still extended I went underneath it and landed a punch to his ribs, the force pushing him backwards. While he was still stunned I punched him hard across the jaw and kicked him in his chest with the flat of my foot pushing him even further backwards. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my calf. I looked behind me seeing the guard I'd knocked onto his back not a moment before back on his feet holding my dagger in his hand. My blood dripping from it's tip. He went to stab me again this time aiming for my side. I grabbed his wrist in my hand mid movement and twisted it behind his back his hand letting go of my dagger. I snatch it out of the air and press my knee into the small of his back pushing him to the ground. I scramble to get off him to regain my bearings. By this point the guy I'd stabbed is assumingly dead and the other two are now advancing on me slowly.

"Oh come on guys, can't you let me have a little fun with this?" I smirk

"Who are you?" the one on the left asked

"First of all what a boring question, and second of all wouldn't that ruin the fun hmm" I responded 

"Here's a proposition, we kill you and rip that cloak off your pasty, white corpse?" the one of the right sneered

The both started coming towards me and I slowly backed away, my dagger still in my hand making drops of blood leave a trail across the floor. I wouldn't have to worry about evidence. To the government, I didn't exist.

"That's a tough choice although I'll have to give it a hard pass thanks. Although I'd like to see you try."

"Was that a challenge?"

"Was it? Yes I suppose it was. Come on then"

They both charged at the front which even if I was going to fight was a stupid move. But instead I pulled out the gun hidden on my other side under the cloak and shoot them both in the head. They both swayed on their feet for a while until they finally fell forward and landed with a thud. I walked over to the guy I threw my dagger at and shot him in the head just for good measure.

I tear a piece of cloth from the bottom of my cloak and tie it tightly around the wound in my leg, my blood soaking it, making it a deeper black.

 I was going to save my energy for people who actually be able to fight. 

I loved a challenge when it came to combat.

I had 3 bullets left.

1 needed to remain so I could kill the leader.

The other two were just in case.

I strap my dagger back to my thigh and hold my gun in both hands, holding it in front of my face. I walk over to the door I came in and made my way over to the next door, kicking it open. Almost as soon as I did the lights cut out and were replaced with red LED lights, lighting up the hallway that lead from the door. 

This was it.

Finally my training would pay off.

I would kill every single one of them.

Wasting no more time I tread quietly down the dimply light hall, the gun never leaving my hands.

I would make hell rain down on them all.