& A r a c h n e .                                          . H a r d    L i n e s   S u n k e n    C h e e k s .   εïз . o o c :     .If only the lambs were silent .  Our scene commences in a rather cold area, a place that is unknown to the likes of strangers. Inside this hell hole, only a minimal number of people were allowed. Guests were forbidden, if they ever had any. Enclosing this land was water, ice water to be precise, that kept strangers from coming in. The entrance had some sort of a grass patch which was covered in snow and beyond that was a big wooden door. The door was meant to be made out of steel but unfortunately wood was all they had. This was marked as the land of the survivors. The ground which only these people stood on, one that had plenty of secrets that never got out to the real world. One of them in which they sacrificed one of their own to be eaten if there was a lack of food. But upon making that choice, they had created a monster amongst them. One that swore to kill them all to prevent the secret from bleeding into the lands where cannibalism was unacceptable. A loud thud echoed as something was throwing itself upon the wooden doors. Two men stood on either side, from the inside, with guns in their hands as the door was being torn into by this creature. "She has arrived!" An announcement was made regarding the arrival of this so called enemy as if it couldn't already have been sensed. Whoever it was, we knew that it was a she at least. A few more men stood a few feet back from the door with guns in their hands as their women and children stood behind them trying to cover their faces. "Let the bitch in." said one of the men who seemed to be standing a in front of what was his people. At once, the doors swung open and bullets were fired without stopping. Two oversized wolves jumped into the air and onto their well equipped attackers to stop them from firing followed by none other than Arachne. She stood at the gate with blood on her hands from repeatedly banging on the doors. After the wolves had died, the noise began to die down as well. Silence fell upon everyone as the woman made her way towards them, unharmed by their bullets. Arachne, although being against them, was simply one of their own. They refused to touch one hair on her head until it was time for her to be fed on. However, there was one man who didn't approve of this. He believed that this unholy woman was a threat and keeping her alive was a way of praying for their downfall. He rebelled against the leader of the pack but was held back due to the majority of people against him. An arrow suddenly hit Arachne in the side of her neck and she felt to the floor causing gasps to be exchanged. Everyone's attention was focused atop the houses where their so called savior stood. He had milk white skin and hair that passed for pitch black in the moonlight. His face, however, caused fear amongst the people which was a sign that he couldn't be trusted. Without uttering a word, he jumped from the roof top and landed on his feet as soon as they touched the ground. He made his way through the crowd and towards Arachne, picking her up from the floor. Her head hung low as the wound in her neck was exposed. Pulling the arrow out of her neck, he pushed her towards one of the men in the crowd who caught her in his arms immediately. "Take her upstairs." he ordered and then turned to the rest of the people. "I want everybody inside now." They hesitated at first but he spoke with such rage that they feared him and were forced to get inside for their own safety. Who was this man? Could he possibly be the only one who could save this damsel in distress? Hold on a minute, who could this other woman possibly be? The only woman we've heard about was Arachne. She was terrorizing, she obviously had tricks up her sleeve therefore making her a memorable woman. Could there be another female of significance other than our Arachne? Nope. This damsel, my friends, was just another blonde trollop. She was the typical seductive siren who denied the fact that her existence on earth was going to be scratched right off by the claws of Arachne, nothing we haven't already witnessed. Therefore being the typical, plain woman that she was, they planned to offer her to Arachne as a sign of peace. Perhaps they were hoping to buy time to enhance their bigger trap. It was now past midnight and all the chaos had died down. The lights were off all over the small village, if you can call it one, with the exception of the side bedroom. The silhouettes of three people were seen in the light of the small hallway leading towards said bedroom. One appeared to be bigger than the other two. "What is this nonsense?" said a husky voice which obviously belonged to the man who had trapped Arachne. "By feeding that disgusting thing we are only letting her out number us. Do you think she'll be satisfied by this little whore?" he questioned pointing at the blonde woman standing besides a rather corpulent man. "We are simply using this girl to lure Arachne into our little trap. Once she gets ahold of Kayla Steve.." "My name is Jayda Evans!" she shouted at once putting a stop to the bulky man's reasoning. "And you're using me?! I thought I was going to benefit from this." "Shut up, slut!" the dark haired man ordered. "You've given me herpes after that horrid night we had together. I would have had better sex with a donkey." "Me too!" exclaimed the fat man. "Any ways, what I am trying to say is we let that bitch get her hands on Jayda Evans and she disappears for a couple of weeks. By then, we'll have ourselves time to figure something out." "Figure something out? You mean you haven't already hatched a plan to get rid of that disease we call one of us? She will devour this little whore in no time." Jayda sighed and so did the fat man. This was clearly not the way he expected things to go down. "Well, I do plan to fatten this little one out. It would take Arachne weeks to eat this giant meat ball when I'm done with her." The blonde rolled her eyes. The men in this place were nothing but full of insults for her. Well, what did she expect after giving more than half of them her sexually transmitted diseases? Before another word was uttered by either of them, the sound of what seemed to be a combination between a wolf and something out of this world echoed throughout the place. "What the hell was that?" asked the very worried Jayda. She was obviously disturbed by this unfamiliar sound. The dark haired man smirked and then approached the blonde. He was now very close to her, a little too close for comfort as one would put it. "That, my dear, was the sound of Satan's minx, a whore that will soon be cast into hell, where she truly belongs, once I'm done with her." he walks off grabbing hold of his gun and swinging it. "Remember when you first met her, son? You loved that woman and don't you forget that!" shouts the round man but his advice not paid any heed to. "She is not a woman anymore." he replied softly and then exited. He walked outside in the blistering cold without a coat on. It had seemed as though he was used to this weather after living here for nearly a decade. He passed all the small houses and that only brought back the memories of his childhood. He remembered seeing this demon in human form when she was only a young girl. It was then he realized that he fell in love with her from the first time he laid eyes on her. But what our rebellious child failed to comprehend was that Arachne was never human. Either that or she never came to terms with that side of her. She felt nothing, especially not remorse. Maybe, just maybe he had seen through those thousand layers of skin she hid under. Stopping at the other side of the place, he knocked on the wooden door in front of it. It was immediately answered by an old man, most likely an elder who had earned the respect of this gentleman. "Take me to the whore." he requested and got inside the house. The only thing in that room was a fireplace to keep it warm and of course, yet another door leading towards our beloved Arachne. After walking through several passages they arrived at a caged door. The man pushed a button opening the cage to reveal a shatterproof glass cage. Inside that very cage we came face to face with her. She was dressed in all white so that she could be spotted from within miles if she escaped since it was dark all over. There was a mask over the lower half of her face completed with bars over her mouth, something that Hannibal Lecter would wear. "Hello Arachne, there is a guest here to see you." said the old man who pushed another button that lifted the mask from her face. Below the mask, she wore a smirk revealing that she was not at all afraid of the man who managed to render her unconscious. "What brings you hear, darling?" she asks after bringing herself closer to the glass. Perhaps she wished she could touch him once again. "I thought we swore never to see each other again. But you couldn't resist, could you? You thought I was unconscious when you hit me? I knew you were trying to cop a feel when I was down like the true gentleman you are. I'd like my panties back when you're done with them." He punches the glass causing her to back away a bit but it does not break. This only prompts her to laugh. "I wish there was a way for me to shut you the fuck up. It used to work when I had you in between my knees with my meat in your mouth." he says, cleverly thinking back to old times. "But you wouldn't dare try to pull that one now. I don't think you'll be able to take it out once you put it in." He cringes at that thought but shakes it off immediately. "If you must know, I am here to kill you." She arches an eyebrow and begins to laugh. The thought of him murdering her was beyond unimaginable but he didn't hesitate to take her down earlier. "The others won't approve, darling. They believe you've been blinded by hate and they don't like that. These people kill but they don't do it out of rage like me. They do it because they believe in the benefit of their brothers and sisters which includes me and you." "They plan to sacrifice a girl to try and get you to leave for a while." "Oh, do they? Have you seen the whore yet? I could sense her heart beating through the pulse in her neck. Do you think I could rip her head out of her shoulders while I'm eating at it?" she pauses for a moment and then nods with dissappointment in her eyes. "And you're trying to kill me in order to protect the little whore. I see. I'm not your first priority anymore, am I?" She looks a bit sad and in order to exaggerate it, she pouts at him. "You were never my first priority, bitch." he replies without a care in the world. "I wasn't? Is that why you risked the lives of many to save mine when I was up for sacrifice? Is that why you risked your own life when you wanted to take us away from this horrid place?" she smiles upon seeing the look on his face. "It doesn't matter where we go, sweetheart. This place is going to follow us around everywhere. We have eaten the flesh of it's ancestors and they dwell inside us. Its eat or be eaten and I'm never going to be eaten therefore I plan to take everyone down, maybe even you." She loved teasing him to get inside his head and it looked like she didn't have to make an effort as he was already engraged. He lifted his gun and held it at her through the glass as if he was going to shoot. Arachne stood back waiting for him to try but before she could attempt to tell him otherwise, he turned the gun on himself and shot his own head off. "He's gone." she said standing over the little blonde prostitute. "Now there's absolutely no one in the world to save your little soul when I'm eating it." The two women sat near a fire lit in the middle of the village. One of them was tied to a chair and the other let loose to do as she pleased. She stood with a knife in her hand and a glass of red wine. They weren't alone though, people peeped out of their houses to watch Arachne feast on their sacrifice. They were as quite as mice while she was out there in hopes of letting her believe that they didn't exist. Because after she was done with this needy, worthless little cunt she was going to come after them and slowly they would all die by her mouth.     Cherie [c] 2006

& A r a c h n e .                                          . H a r d    L i n e s   S u n k e n    C h e e k s .   εïз . o o c :     .If only the lambs were s i l e n t .  Our scene commences in a rather cold area, a place that is unknown to the likes of strangers. Inside this hell hole, only a minimal number of people were allowed. Guests were forbidden, if they ever had any. Enclosing this land was water, ice water to be precise, that kept strangers from coming in. The entrance had some sort of a grass patch which was covered in snow and beyond that was a big wooden door. The door was meant to be made out of steel but unfortunately wood was all they had. This was marked as the land of the survivors. The ground which only these people stood on, one that had plenty of secrets that never got out to the real world. One of them in which they sacrificed one of their own to be eaten if there was a lack of food. But upon making that choice, they had created a monster amongst them. One that swore to kill them all to prevent the secret from bleeding into the lands where cannibalism was unacceptable. A loud thud echoed as something was throwing itself upon the wooden doors. Two men stood on either side, from the inside, with guns in their hands as the door was being torn into by this creature. "She has arrived!" An announcement was made regarding the arrival of this so called enemy as if it couldn't already have been sensed. Whoever it was, we knew that it was a she at least. A few more men stood a few feet back from the door with guns in their hands as their women and children stood behind them trying to cover their faces. "Let the bitch in." said one of the men who seemed to be standing a in front of what was his people. At once, the doors swung open and bullets were fired without stopping. Two oversized wolves jumped into the air and onto their well equipped attackers to stop them from firing followed by none other than Arachne. She stood at the gate with blood on her hands from repeatedly banging on the doors. After the wolves had died, the noise began to die down as well. Silence fell upon everyone as the woman made her way towards them, unharmed by their bullets. Arachne, although being against them, was simply one of their own. They refused to touch one hair on her head until it was time for her to be fed on. However, there was one man who didn't approve of this. He believed that this unholy woman was a threat and keeping her alive was a way of praying for their downfall. He rebelled against the leader of the pack but was held back due to the majority of people against him. An arrow suddenly hit Arachne in the side of her neck and she felt to the floor causing gasps to be exchanged. Everyone's attention was focused atop the houses where their so called savior stood. He had milk white skin and hair that passed for pitch black in the moonlight. His face, however, caused fear amongst the people which was a sign that he couldn't be trusted. Without uttering a word, he jumped from the roof top and landed on his feet as soon as they touched the ground. He made his way through the crowd and towards Arachne, picking her up from the floor. Her head hung low as the wound in her neck was exposed. Pulling the arrow out of her neck, he pushed her towards one of the men in the crowd who caught her in his arms immediately. "Take her upstairs." he ordered and then turned to the rest of the people. "I want everybody inside now." They hesitated at first but he spoke with such rage that they feared him and were forced to get inside for their own safety. Who was this man? Could he possibly be the only one who could save this damsel in distress? Hold on a minute, who could this other woman possibly be? The only woman we've heard about was Arachne. She was terrorizing, she obviously had tricks up her sleeve therefore making her a memorable woman. Could there be another female of significance other than our Arachne? Nope. This damsel, my friends, was just another blonde trollop. She was the typical seductive siren who denied the fact that her existence on earth was going to be scratched right off by the claws of Arachne, nothing we haven't already witnessed. Therefore being the typical, plain woman that she was, they planned to offer her to Arachne as a sign of peace. Perhaps they were hoping to buy time to enhance their bigger trap. It was now past midnight and all the chaos had died down. The lights were off all over the small village, if you can call it one, with the exception of the side bedroom. The silhouettes of three people were seen in the light of the small hallway leading towards said bedroom. One appeared to be bigger than the other two. "What is this nonsense?" said a husky voice which obviously belonged to the man who had trapped Arachne. "By feeding that disgusting thing we are only letting her out number us. Do you think she'll be satisfied by this little whore?" he questioned pointing at the blonde woman standing besides a rather corpulent man. "We are simply using this girl to lure Arachne into our little trap. Once she gets ahold of Kayla Steve.." "My name is Jayda Evans!" she shouted at once putting a stop to the bulky man's reasoning. "And you're using me?! I thought I was going to benefit from this." "Shut up, slut!" the dark haired man ordered. "You've given me herpes after that horrid night we had together. I would have had better sex with a donkey." "Me too!" exclaimed the fat man. "Any ways, what I am trying to say is we let that bitch get her hands on Jayda Evans and she disappears for a couple of weeks. By then, we'll have ourselves time to figure something out." "Figure something out? You mean you haven't already hatched a plan to get rid of that disease we call one of us? She will devour this little whore in no time." Jayda sighed and so did the fat man. This was clearly not the way he expected things to go down. "Well, I do plan to fatten this little one out. It would take Arachne weeks to eat this giant meat ball when I'm done with her." The blonde rolled her eyes. The men in this place were nothing but full of insults for her. Well, what did she expect after giving more than half of them her sexually transmitted diseases? Before another word was uttered by either of them, the sound of what seemed to be a combination between a wolf and something out of this world echoed throughout the place. "What the hell was that?" asked the very worried Jayda. She was obviously disturbed by this unfamiliar sound. The dark haired man smirked and then approached the blonde. He was now very close to her, a little too close for comfort as one would put it. "That, my dear, was the sound of Satan's minx, a whore that will soon be cast into hell, where she truly belongs, once I'm done with her." he walks off grabbing hold of his gun and swinging it. "Remember when you first met her, son? You loved that woman and don't you forget that!" shouts the round man but his advice not paid any heed to. "She is not a woman anymore." he replied softly and then exited. He walked outside in the blistering cold without a coat on. It had seemed as though he was used to this weather after living here for nearly a decade. He passed all the small houses and that only brought back the memories of his childhood. He remembered seeing this demon in human form when she was only a young girl. It was then he realized that he fell in love with her from the first time he laid eyes on her. But what our rebellious child failed to comprehend was that Arachne was never human. Either that or she never came to terms with that side of her. She felt nothing, especially not remorse. Maybe, just maybe he had seen through those thousand layers of skin she hid under. Stopping at the other side of the place, he knocked on the wooden door in front of it. It was immediately answered by an old man, most likely an elder who had earned the respect of this gentleman. "Take me to the whore." he requested and got inside the house. The only thing in that room was a fireplace to keep it warm and of course, yet another door leading towards our beloved Arachne. After walking through several passages they arrived at a caged door. The man pushed a button opening the cage to reveal a shatterproof glass cage. Inside that very cage we came face to face with her. She was dressed in all white so that she could be spotted from within miles if she escaped since it was dark all over. There was a mask over the lower half of her face completed with bars over her mouth, something that Hannibal Lecter would wear. "Hello Arachne, there is a guest here to see you." said the old man who pushed another button that lifted the mask from her face. Below the mask, she wore a smirk revealing that she was not at all afraid of the man who managed to render her unconscious. "What brings you hear, darling?" she asks after bringing herself closer to the glass. Perhaps she wished she could touch him once again. "I thought we swore never to see each other again. But you couldn't resist, could you? You thought I was unconscious when you hit me? I knew you were trying to cop a feel when I was down like the true gentleman you are. I'd like my panties back when you're done with them." He punches the glass causing her to back away a bit but it does not break. This only prompts her to laugh. "I wish there was a way for me to shut you the fuck up. It used to work when I had you in between my knees with my meat in your mouth." he says, cleverly thinking back to old times. "But you wouldn't dare try to pull that one now. I don't think you'll be able to take it out once you put it in." He cringes at that thought but shakes it off immediately. "If you must know, I am here to kill you." She arches an eyebrow and begins to laugh. The thought of him murdering her was beyond unimaginable but he didn't hesitate to take her down earlier. "The others won't approve, darling. They believe you've been blinded by hate and they don't like that. These people kill but they don't do it out of rage like me. They do it because they believe in the benefit of their brothers and sisters which includes me and you." "They plan to sacrifice a girl to try and get you to leave for a while." "Oh, do they? Have you seen the whore yet? I could sense her heart beating through the pulse in her neck. Do you think I could rip her head out of her shoulders while I'm eating at it?" she pauses for a moment and then nods with dissappointment in her eyes. "And you're trying to kill me in order to protect the little whore. I see. I'm not your first priority anymore, am I?" She looks a bit sad and in order to exaggerate it, she pouts at him. "You were never my first priority, bitch." he replies without a care in the world. "I wasn't? Is that why you risked the lives of many to save mine when I was up for sacrifice? Is that why you risked your own life when you wanted to take us away from this horrid place?" she smiles upon seeing the look on his face. "It doesn't matter where we go, sweetheart. This place is going to follow us around everywhere. We have eaten the flesh of it's ancestors and they dwell inside us. Its eat or be eaten and I'm never going to be eaten therefore I plan to take everyone down, maybe even you." She loved teasing him to get inside his head and it looked like she didn't have to make an effort as he was already engraged. He lifted his gun and held it at her through the glass as if he was going to shoot. Arachne stood back waiting for him to try but before she could attempt to tell him otherwise, he turned the gun on himself and shot his own head off. "He's gone." she said standing over the little blonde prostitute. "Now there's absolutely no one in the world to save your little soul when I'm eating it." The two women sat near a fire lit in the middle of the village. One of them was tied to a chair and the other let loose to do as she pleased. She stood with a knife in her hand and a glass of red wine. They weren't alone though, people peeped out of their houses to watch Arachne feast on their sacrifice. They were as quite as mice while she was out there in hopes of letting her believe that they didn't exist. Because after she was done with this needy, worthless little cunt she was going to come after them and slowly they would all die by her mouth.     Cherie [c] 2006