Arachnophobia

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     "Do you regret it?"

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   March 1st,  2018

    "You have no other choice, we must kill her." A prison guard said, Mr. White shook his head.

    "She can be saved." The man crouched down to the girl on the floor, her veins were white and her skin looked like it was turning a purple shade. Her black hair flowed over her face.

     The girl's red eyes were barely open, she felt weak though her powers were pulsing through her. She wished she could use them, she wished she could get out of this mess.

     I don't want to be a toy anymore.

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     "You can change, I know you can."

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    "Abuela?" The girl stared up at the stone statue before her. "Safiyah?" The girl looked down at the plate at the bottom of the statue, she bent down and brushed the dust off of it.

   The Spider Queen was written on it.

    "Michelle." A voice called out, the girl looked up, and the stone eyes of the statue blinked. "What are you doing here, dear?"
 
    "I... I want to know what I must do."

     "Oh, sweet child." The statue moved, stepping down off the base. "Continue my legacy." The statue gripped the girl's hands gently.

     "Okay.." The statue smiled at the girl, she slowly turned her head and a book pulled itself off the warped bookcases. The book opened and flicked through pages until it came across a page that was blank except for a box in the middle of the page.

     A picture of a girl slowly formed, "This is our enemy." The picture was of a girl with dark skin and pink hair, she dressed herself in attire nobody here would wear.

   "Autumn? Blossom's mother?" The statue nodded, "They're praised for what they did for this country, how they brought it together." The book closed and floated back to the shelves. "Our family's stories are shut out and forgotten... You make sure that you're not forgotten like I was."

     The statue raised and stepped back onto its pedestal. She had two pairs of arms, the bottom pair met in front of her, her fingers forming a diamond shape. The other pair raised out and vines drew down from the roof and wrapped around her arms.

    The girl inhaled softly before turning around to the face of the cave she walked into. Her purple eyes faded into red ones, and her mostly purple hair turned red. A smirk crept onto her face.

     Honor my legacy.

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