You stare at the spider with leery eyes. It is not moving, but you are afraid that one glance away from it would cause the spider to disappear from view. Without taking your gaze off of the arachnid, you feel around the floor for something, anything to kill it. Soon your hand closes around a solid object. A shoe. You creep closer to the devil spawn until your face nearly a foot away from it. The spider moves. Uttering a frightened battle cry, you hit the spider with a ferocity found only in the most terror-stricken of humans. Spider remains are glued to the bottom of the shoe, but the deed is done.
Heading to school, you grab your toast and leave your house. You think nothing more of the innocent bloodshed from that morning.
Fast forward to that very evening. You are eating smuggled junk food in your room, burrowed away in order to escape your parents' scrutiny when all of a sudden you see a spider. The very one you killed that morning. The ant on which you stepped on the way to school yesterday. Not that you would remember. The wasp you smacked to death in the classroom last week. Not that you cared then. But now you do. Every single insect, pest, or arachnid you have killed, millions of them, crawling towards you with a bloodlust. Their thoughts are in unison: Revenge. Revenge. Revenge. You try to run away, but your attempts are cut shorts the army of bugs accelerate their speed, catching up to your frantic running in an instant. They cover your entire body, stinging and biting you ferociously. Before you fall unconscious from the pain, the last thing you see is a blurry spider eye.
When you awaken, you look down to find no arms attached to your body. They lie on the ground a few feet away. A trail of blood leads from their sockets to the new location of your lovely limbs. Your arms were replaced with legs, certainly not your own. Two more pairs of legs were rudimentarily sewn onto your midsection, obviously with a non surgical device and some sort of fishing line. You scream, appalled by your now grotesque body, and soon after, a realization hits you. You have eight legs. You are now a human arachnid.
