Jessica

Radioactive Spider Blood Part One

It was a quiet autumn night in the Siberian wasteland. A young man, sporting a buzz cut and a little moustache, wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying a rifle was guarding the entrance to a hidden hideout.
The base belonged to a group called the "Watchdogs", formed entirely by white men who believed in the superiority of their race and armed themselves to "keep the others under control", as they put it.
A blonde man with a strong jawline and no sign of facial hair walked outside the fence to greet his partner: "Nice night, mh?"

"Nice? I'm freezing out here, bro!"

The blonde chuckled and said: "Well, it's still better than Pittsburgh, with those race traitors telling on us!"

The other didn't seem phased at all by his statement, he groaned: "I still can't believe they treat us like 'terrorists', we're doing all of them a favour!"

Judging by their twisted choice of words, it wouldn't have been surprising to see one of them raising his hand in the sky to perform that salute.

Suddenly the sentries heard an alarm go off. They couldn't believe it, that would mean that somehow they were found and someone infiltrated their hideout.

As they were instructed, the soldiers, barely men, quickly left their spot and went looking for their comrades.
Outside of the entrance to the computer room, five soldiers, including the sentry, grouped up, led by their field commander.

All the vigor in those men's hearts had suddenly vanished, they didn't know exactly what was waiting for them in that room but they knew one thing for sure: whoever it was, they could fight back.

With a coordinated kick, the field commander and the strongest soldier out of that little group violently opened the door; however, what they saw was truly unexpected. They didn't find a group of Navy Seals or anything along those lines, it was a feminine figure sitting on a chair in front of the computer. She took a usb drive and turned around to face her new opponents.

Now that she had turned around, the dirtbags could look at the intruder: she was wearing a mostly scarlet uniform; some parts of the suit, like the fingers, were pure white; she was wearing a very familiar full mask with large white lenses; she let her long bronze hair out freely; on her torso there was a large white symbol that reached behind her back, those who wouldn't know better would describe it as a dragon but it was actually a spider. She was just average height for a girl her age, the guards didn't find her threatening at all.
The girl told them in a very calm manner: "Hey, I hope you don't mind me using your computer. I just needed to log on to my Twitter."

Before the guards could pull the trigger on their rifles, she launched her hands in a forward motion and shot webbing out of her fingertips that incapacitated the six gunmen. They couldn't break out of that gooey web-like trap no matter how hard they tried, it was like being encased in a cocoon of steel.

The young woman ran out of the room into the corridor. While running through the dark corridors at inhuman speeds many tried to stop her but she was simply too agile for them to catch, to their eyes it was as if she was in two places at once.

Suddenly a large man, standing at 6 foot 4 and full of muscles, holding a minigun appeared out of a corner and started blasting at the intruder's direction; she effortlessly dodged the gun fire and when she reached the gunman she rammed him into the wall, knocking him out.

That man trained every day to achieve peak strength, he could have competed against the very best but that was insignificant against an opponent with the strength of twelve men his size.

Seeing that there was no other way out of the building she jumped out of a window at the dismay of the men chasing her. They then saw her shoot a web and start swinging to the opposite building, dodging gunfire coming her way.