The Dark Spider

One

One - A Mission

Present Day.

The Dark Spider trained in his small room, which you could say was a cell. It was simple with bed, storage box, shower, and a place to relieve himself. It was bare of any personal belongings because he never had any. That he remembered of. His life before this one had no purpose. They gave him one. 

There was a quick knock on the metal door. The spider had already sensed the footsteps and guessed it was Snake because of the carefully measured clicks if his shoes. The door slid open revealing his guess as correct. 

 "We have a new mission, Dark Spider. Since you are my prized spider, my only spider really, you will be leading it," Master Snake handed The Dark Spider a slip of paper with a name and address scrawled onto it with Snake's familiar handwriting. "It is this simple, get in and past the heavily guarded walls, then kill him and bring me the package. You have permission to reply."

 It didn't sound challenging. There might be other Hydra agents he would have to command. That could be a bump in the road. "May I ask who else would be completing this mission with me and what the package looks like, Master Snake?"

Snake nodded. "Oh, did I say lead? You will be by yourself," he pulled out a screen of some kind and showed the spider an image of the package, "it is about three inches on all sides, won't be hard to carry."

This would be the first mission by himself, unless he completed others before his memory wash. He looked up at the white haired man. "This mission will be a success."

 "Good. Remember to always report to me if you start feeling something or seeing things my prized spider isn't supposed to see. We will fix it," Snake said. The Dark Spider had figured out based on things he had overheard with his super hearing from the workers that he would have his memory washed if he reported any feelings or if they found out. 

 "Yes, Master Snake," Dark Spider said without hesitation. He has no use of the feelings and images that will sometimes appear in his dreams only to be forgotten in the back of his mind by morning.

"You will depart in five minutes. I trust you will be ready by that time." Snake turned on his heel and walked out of the metal room that was specially made to contain the spider. 

Dark Spider quickly changed into his usual mission gear. It is a combination of a stretchy black long sleeved shirt, pants that were also made out of the same fabric, shoes, gloves, and a belt that was completed with web fluid, which they made the Spider make himself for the Hydra made web shooter. Everything he wore had the Hydra symbol on it, marking the spider as their property.  

He wasn't allowed to leave the small room without a guard or there'll be punishments. He didn't like to remind himself of the scars left behind by the various torture tools made especially for his boosted healing. Snake, or sometimes the guards used them when the spider wasn't following orders, or just to pass time. 

The door creaked open and one of the guards walked in. Some of them were scared of the Dark Spider, while others thought they could order him around since they were high ranking. He could tell by the looks in their eyes, they always had some kind of emotion in them, but he couldn't say the same for himself. 

"I-I am here to escort you to the roof." This guard seemed to be scared of the spider, which wasn't unusual. Dark Spider walked out the door with the guard trailing behind him. The roof was the normal spot for starting missions. The spider would usually swing off the top of the building and locate where he needed to be to complete the mission. Hydra would know if he went off task or tried to escape because of the tracking device embedded into his skin.

There were many guards waiting for the spider when he finally reached the top of the building. He passed them all and went to the edge, getting ready to swing down. There were twelve pairs of eyes watching him as he swung off the building and into the night.