Nagisa Shiota: Spider-Assassin

Good Ol' Fashioned Revenge

As I swung across the buildings, I could see two familiar cars driving into the bad side of town, the place I was in when I first got my powers. I began to slow my pace and follow them into an old building, it looking almost structurally unstable. After landing on a nearby wall, I attempted to listen in on what the men were saying. "Did you do the job?" One of the guards asked. "Of course we did, his mom's dead and his house is gone. Bastard got what he deserved." I tilted my head slightly and slowly crawled down the wall, moving in closer. "Alright, come on in." The guard answered as the two cars drove into the building. I furrowed my eyebrows and slowly crept up to the guard, then quickly jumped on him, pinning him to the ground. "W-what?!" He asked, trying to break free of my grasp, but it was pointless against my super strength. I pulled out my knives and spun them in my hand, then held it against his neck. "I'm only going to say this once..." I said in a quiet and serious tone, "Who the hell do you work for, and why did you kill my mom?" The guard shivered, staring at me. "Y-you're supposed to be dead!" He yelled, and since he was too loud, I cut his vocal chords. He tried to scream, but I softly giggled as nothing came out. As he tried to press a button on some device he was holding, I kicked it out of his hand and stabbed him in the heart, watching as he slowly died in front of me. "It could've been so much easier." I sarcastically sighed, putting the knives back in my pockets, which began to become soaked with blood.

I began to climb the building and slowly made my way to the second story, entering through a slightly shattered window the best I could. I could see a huge group of people standing in the middle of the building, seemingly having some kind of important conversation. "Alright, we destroyed the kid's house and killed his mom, but we didn't see him anywhere." One of the men said, who I instantly recognized as one of the men who killed my mom. There was one female in the room, and judging by her clothing, I assumed she was rich and was the leader of whatever this was. "Excellent." She replied, taking a sip of some sort of liquid. "That's one less person I have to worry about that could ruin our little operation." Two guards escorted the woman out of the room while the rest of them seemed to stand guard throughout the place, some of them casually making conversation with one another. "Now's my chance." I thought to myself, slowly crawling along the ceiling and looking for a place to land on the floor. Due to the bad lighting in the place, it was really easy to sneak around without being noticed, so I moved as slow as I could, then dropped into a nearby corner. "Alright, let's do this." I whispered to myself, taking a deep breath before quickly turning the corner and shooting a web onto one of the guard's faces, causing an immediate distraction. "What the hell?!" He asked in a shock, trying to rip the web off of his face but to no avail. As I dashed out of my hiding place, all the other guards pulled out their guns and aimed them at me, but I didn't really care about that. I quickly grabbed the webbed guard's head and turned it in a way it wasn't meant to, a loud snap being able to be heard in the room. "Get him!" One of the other guards shouted, causing the little tingling sensation in my head to go off, telling me when and where each bullet would travel and when they'd be fired. As the sound of gunshots could be heard throughout the room, I quickly jumped up and began to crawl along the ceiling, quickly pulling out my bloody knives and looking for a move to make. I jumped down and tossed one of my knives directly into a guard's chest, and threw the other into another guard. I quickly landed back onto the ground, dodging each bullet and shooting two webs at each knife I threw, strongly yanking each web to bring the webs back to me. "He's a freak!" Someone yelled, beginning to run away, just in time for me to catch my knives and notice him about to flee the scene. I used the knives to block any bullets that came my way, then I threw one knife at the man who was trying to flee, stabbing him directly in the middle of his back, causing him to fall over. The last three guards tried to gang up on me with their guns, but before they could do anything, I shot a web at two of their guns and yanked them out of their hands, immediately catching them and shooting both guards in the head multiple times, until there was only one left in the room: one I recognized to have killed my mom. He dropped his gun and got on his knees, getting dropping down onto the floor. "P-please, spare me! I never wanted to join this cult, I swear!" He shouted, but I could tell that he didn't mean it at all. There was a good few seconds of silence before I spoke. "Spare you, huh? You want me to spare you after what you did tonight?" I chuckled softly, using the bloody blade of my knife to lift the man's chin so I could look into his cold, dead eyes. "P-please, I have a family." He pleaded, a fake tear dropping from his eyes. I giggled and moved closer to his ear, whispering "Maybe you should've thought of that before killing my mom and destroying my house." And with one swift motion, I shot a web at my other knife and yanked it towards me, then after catching it, I deeply shoved both knives into each side of his neck, blood pouring down and onto my gloves, which it eventually soaked into and got onto my hands. After putting my knives back into my pockets, I stood up and took off my gloves, looking at my blood-covered hands. I sneered and dropped the guards' guns onto the floor, stomping on and smashing them into pieces. I could hear footsteps quickly approaching, so I quickly jumped out of a window and shot a web at a nearby building, beginning to swing away from the scene. A few minutes after the event, my bloodlust quickly began to fade into nothing, and I snapped back to normal.