Stories Of The Twisted

Crystal Wallsmith

Crystal was your typical high school girl. Not many friends, and bullied daily. She hated everything about going to school and even tried to get out of it everyday, though she knew her dad would beat her if she stayed home. She sighed as she walked to school in November.

Her once perfect, white jacket was ripped, making her shiver. She glared at the sky, "Why does even the weather hate me." She didn't want to know the answer as she heard someone calling for her. "Well if it isn't the local pig!" Crystal winced and dashed down an alley, climbing over the wall. She slipped and fell once over, landing harshly on her side but she didn't care. If she could make it to school, to her classroom, she would be safe until passing period.

Things didn't go as planned. She got to the school but tripped and fell, hitting a student and knocking him down. She looked at him, his pale white skin, his red lips, his eyes hidden by shades. Crystal stood up quickly, "I-I'm sorry." She mumbled. He stood up and put out his hand, scaring her half to death thinking he was going to hit her.

She flinched when his hand moved, but he rested it on her shoulder, patted it, and walked away. She was so confused about his actions, she didn't hear the bullies. All she remembers is a lot of force on the back of her head and everything going dark.

When she awoke, a pile of books was beside Crystal, with a note, 'You were sick today. Thought you might want your work so you can catch up. -Jeff.' Crystal didn't know anyone named Jeff so she shrugged, picked up her books, and attempted to stand. That didn't work to her favor. She fell back, using her hand to brace her from crashing to the ground completely. She then noticed the jacket she wore was turning red and her hand was rested in a pool of blood.

She sighed, "Great. This is exactly what I needed today. Now how do I get home, can't quite walk when I'm covered in blood." She sat down and took of her jacket, tossing it onto the blood before standing up slowly, mindful of her injuries. Crystal picked up the books again and limped home, her right pants leg ripped open, showing a huge gash.

She got home and went straight to her room, closing and locking the door to stop her dad from entering. She sighed and looked around. This room was in the attic, constantly full of dust. She dressed it up with a mattress, thin blanket, a mirror, and a doll that her mother gave her. Crystal gazed at the doll sadly and looked at the plaque, at the name her mother gave it, Lizeth. Crystal smiled, "Hi Lizeth. Sorry that I'm late coming home, I fell unconcious this time." The doll didn't answer, it never did.

She sat on her mattress, "Stupid Ashley Coleman and her gang. Anyways, do you remember when mother gave you to me?" No answer.

Crystal laid down, her back meeting the mattress, "It was in September. My mother said she found you on the side of the road and thought you were adorable. She brought you home and handed you to me before she committed suicide. Remember? She hung herself in the living room while father was out drunk. I know this isn't something normal to talk about, but I feel like you understand me." Again, no answer.

Crystal sighed and closed her eyes, "I wish Ashley would suffer. Not disappear, just lose someone close to her like I did." She drifted off asleep, not noticing the doll smiling more than usual.

The next morning Crystal changed quickly and ran downstairs, knowing her father was already gone. She ran down the sidewalk towards school, as usual. But this time, Ashley's friends were there, but no Ashley. She shrugged and went to class. The school day was uneventful. Crystal sat down on the steps outside the school when someone pushed her from behind. She fell down the couple dozen steps, blood dripping from her nose as bruises formed slowly. Crystal looked behind her, seeing Ashley.

The girl screamed, "You killed my boyfriend you bitch! I'll kill you!" Crystal tried to get up, but her head was still reeling from the fall.

When she stood up she felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder. She looked over to see a knife embedded in it. Ashley stabbed her. Ashley pulled the knife out and Crystal winced, instantly grabbing her shoulder as she fell.

Crystal noticed a shadow behind Ashley as she raised the knife, "Die Crystal Wallsmith!" Crystal closed her eyes.

The pain of death never came. She opened my eyes to see the boy in a white hoodie fighting Ashley as a woman bent down.

The woman smiled, "My name is Alyssa. I can make all of this pain go away but we must leave before he realizes you are gone."

Alyssa pointed to the man in the hoodie and Crystal nodded, "Yes, help me please!" She nodded and helped her stand, racing off. The man in the white hoodie watched them run off with a smile across his face, Ashley still in his grasp, her knife in her throat.

All Crystal knew was being in a cell, and tests. I, Alyssa, did them myself. She didn't expect to be in so much pain. It even changed her green eyes to a deep blue and her white hair to black. I went to check on her in the cell one day and she was fine. More or less so. On one occasion, she tried to attack me after a test. She was thrown into her cell and given no food or water for three weeks. I didn't know what I put her through.

When the weeks were over, I checked on her. Crystal was speaking to a spider that was in the top left corner of her cell. I ushered her out of the cell when I realized it was a black widow. She wasn't too happy about that. "He's my friend!" She whined and I glared at her, "Tomorrow you leave. Don't push your luck!" I growled, making her grow silent.

I checked on her the next day and her new cell was full of webs. She smiled when she saw me, "Wanna see something cool?" She asked. I don't know why I nodded, but I did. She nodded to the spiders and they started spinning something, it started to turn black as they went. Eventually, they stopped, revealing a beautiful black dress. Crystal handed the dress to me, and I accepted it as I released her. I put on the dress over my coat and winced, something pierced my neck. Crystal grinned, "You are now my pet. If you don't let me out, I'll kill you with the venom that dress infected you with. You won't stop me from killing. In fact, you can't!" I nodded solemly, agreeing to also give her injections that slow down her transformation process. She didn't want to become a complete spider.

I shouldn't have let her out. The whole town, every house, everyone, became her prey. She created a giant trantula she named Rosey. That spider was taller and wider than Slender's forest and was practically indestructible with its adamantium body.

I'm sorry for creating such a monster.
This is the story of Crystal Wallsmith.
The story of the Black Widow.

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