The Venom Queen

Ch 1

Only footsteps can be heard clicking through puddles of sticky, partially coagulated blood. In the distance, some sirens can be heard, but none close enough to worry anyone still living within the building. Corridors and hallways are lined with bodies and large pools of blood. Some bodies are completely drained of all life and nutrients like a deflated whoopee cushion and others, others covered in millions of small black widows, which are progressively sucking the life and blood remaining from them.

The clicking stopped in front of a man with just enough life left to beg for mercy. The man sobbed and whined like a 10 year old child while a woman in dark clothing and a hood over her head kneeled down to his level. In a venomous tone and sharp toothy smile, she spoke, 

"Here's what's going to happen, you are going to tell me where your little friends are hiding the bag and I'll let you live. If you refuse or lie, I'll have my little ones feed on what's left of your life and you will feel every last minute of it in writhing pain." 

Before the man could answer, small black spiders began crawling out from her sleeve and from the ground behind her, up the man's legs an arms. In response, he tried flailing to shake them off but was overall too weak. In a panic, he looked back at her sharp teeth lying in the shadow of her hood and stammered as well as he could. 

"Down the hall in the room to the right, there's a painting with a large vault behind it. Even though you know where it is, you'll never be able to get in the vault."

Almost forgetting that he was at her mercy, the man seems spiteful, as if he'd won. 

"Oh don't worry about how I'll get in." The woman seethed, as she stood and began walking away.

"I have that covered. What you should be worried about is the amount of pain your about to feel while the life slowly drains from your body." To this, she gave a slight giggle.

"What?! But you said you'd spare me!" The man seemed angry enough to stand and fight her but, being that he was weighted down by millions of spiders, this was not possible.

For a brief moment she turned back and spoke with an evil smile, 

"Oh, whoopsie, I lied. Sorry about that. Enjoy whatever you believe comes after death. It'll be here real soon." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away while hearing his cut off screams. To this she gave a smile.

"Now lets see... Room on the right and there should be a picture frame here. Ah, here." Pepily, she skipped over to the frame and removed it from the wall. Before throwing the frame aside, she stared into the eyes of the bastard behind it all and spit viciously at it, 

"This is what you bastards get for taking what doesn't even belong to you to begin with."

Without hesitation, she threw it harshly aside, hoping it would break, in which it splintered into a thousand pieces and she proceeded with the safe. She placed her left hand on the edge of the safe and from her sleeves, a few thousand baby spiders crawled out and into the siding of the safe, some crawling just behind the dial. Without much effort, the dial began turning and the safe opened to reveal an empty steel inside. 

"Dammit! Of course they wouldn't keep it here." She quickly slammed the safe shut and moved toward the frame that laid in tatters. 

"Damn you!! Where the hell is it?! It's not even yours!!" She screamed while picking up picture frame pieces and glass and began throwing them in pure anger.

Before she could grab the last piece, a shard of glass had slid through her hand and sliced it open, causing blood to stream down her arm as she jumped back in shock. She took a minute to look around the room and just as her eyes locked on the door, a wave of black widows began flowing through into the room. 

"Shit!" The woman said before beginning to run toward the window, picking up a solid piece of frame and throwing it at the window to shatter it. Sprinting toward the window, she leaped and took  a dive through it, feeling shards of glass break through the clothing on her arms and legs just enough to nip her skin and draw more blood. The Cool night air bit through the tears in her clothes. Falling quickly through the air, the woman landed in an alleyway on a large pile of black trash bags on her back. She gave a loud groan in pain and sat up coughing and spitting up small amounts of blood. She quickly rose to her feet as her hood slid off her head, revealing her soft, shiney brown hair in the dim moonlight. The woman slid the hood back over her head and just as she did so, a voice from behind her called out, 

"Hey kitten, what's a young girl like you doing in an alley like this at this time of night? Don't you know it's dangerous?" The voice was a low raspy tone that held a darkness to it. 

The woman quickly flipped around but saw no one. She planted her feet, then looked back up to the window she jumped from to avoid a flood of bloodthirsty insects. She looked back down the dark alleyway in front of her and gave a small huff before deciding to turn around and begin running the opposite direction. Behind her she could feel a sense of heat and on the walls beside her, she could see a blue glow. After making her way out of the alley, she quickly turned through small yet busy streets to blend in with the shadows of the night. After finding a small corner between two buildings with shadowing, she curled up behind a trash can and kept her breathing silent as she heard running footsteps come to a slowing halt then walk away after a few seconds. After peeking to ensure no one was there, she let out a held breath and shook her head. 

Not only had she not found what she was looking for, she was almost killed twice and now felt a sense of drowsiness hit her as her adrenaline faded and the stinging of her wounds surfaced.

"damn." She whispered to herself as she stood to her feet and began walking along the shadows of the street toward a small abandoned building.

Making her way inside, she sealed the door behind her and heaved up the stairs, using the railing for support, since she was losing a significant amount of blood at this point. The woman, now barely walking while leaving a trail of blood behind her, walked to a door marked 06 with the 6 hanging slightly sideways. She trudged through and secured the door before plopping herself on an old torn couch that was covered in stains, tears, mold and mice nests within the seats. 

She took a deep breath then removed her shirt from over her torso and her pants from her bottom half, revealing cuts all along her legs, arms, and a large gash along her hand. She reached out to the makeshift coffee table made from trash around the building, grabbing a roll of medical wrap made from old t-shirts that she outgrew and began wrapping her arms and legs, tying them tight. AFter tying the last wrap on her leg, she made one for her hand and wrapped it while flinching and groaning in pain, while cursing here and there.

Once all wounds were wrapped, the woman moved herself carefully to lie back on the couch as she felt herself falling into a sleep. whether it was from blood loss or exhaustion, she was too tired to care and let it happen. Her grey eyes shut softly as she ventured into a fast sleep.