| A time to destroy.
CHAPTER THREE
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When you look at a picture for a while, you start to see things you never thought would be possible previously. Perhaps it is only your imagination, your fascination with the situation that allows you to create these scenarios in which something strange would occur. People love to fantasize about the wild things in life, some which may never happen in the actual world, as it gives them the thrill knowing that those things might never take place in their lives. But what if we're not reading too much into something? What if what we thought was imaginary was right under our nose, outside our window, looking in and watching us? Sometimes we are able to read people like an open book and the reason they choose that root is because it's least expected. It wasn't the first time she had created a mess like the one last week. Her repeated attempts at escaping had driven the police to the point where she was whipped with a belt and chained to the wall. Several times, bullets have been used to keep her from chewing off arms. Her violent screams were heard at odd hours during the night as she sat in solitary, locked away in a cage with her freedom running away. But why was she allowed to roam within the halls of EPIC without a leash on? Arachne was a smart woman, she easily found loop holes to do her job, which she claims is to feed herself. What if they were strategically placed like mouse traps to lure her in like the victim she denied to be? Her case was closed and she was declared mentally unstable. She had a well written history of mental illness, rape, torture as a child which everyone believed led to her acts of violence. She's hallucinated several times, describing images of people that she killed but they never truly existed leaving enough room for speculation of her so called personality disorder. Some believed that the murders she had committed weren't done by her but she was led to believe they were by someone bigger, some mastermind who could commit such acts of violence without remorse. Perhaps Arachne herself was this dexterous character who had created another character in order to save herself from a lifetime of imprisonment. We weren't at all familiar with the ways of this immortalized woman so we did not know which of the aforementioned paths she chose. Perhaps the best way to find out is by observing her closely and putting her out for public view might help solve the mysteries behind her green eyes. The door to her given room in the hotel was left ajar. It was her only source of light in the room aside from the static screen TV. The volume was muted to give her an opportunity to relax but that was the last thing she felt. She sat on her calves with her legs crossed and her head hung low but she flinched as soon as the door was pushed open further. "He wants to see you." said the voice of a female. She didn't move a muscle really but the woman had left at once. We could hear the sound of a glass smashing against the wall from another room followed by a scream. She clenched her fists and got up at once, clearly it sent a chill down her spine. Now entering the main room with a brighter source of light, her face was more visible. She wore a serious look as well as someone else's blood on her mouth. A tall man with long gray hair tied up in a ponytail stood up over an office desk. He pointed at Arachne and yelled. "Cannibalism?!" He slammed his hands against the desk to emphasize on his feelings towards it. "Is that who you are now?" "They're lying, grandpa." she said through her soft sobs. It was as though she was a child again weeping about her silly mistakes. "Don't tell me you believe them." The anger in his face had subsided at that moment. His eyebrows sunk back into his head and he approached her with his arms out. "How could I not, sweet pea?" he says as he brushes her hair away from her face and wipes her tears. "I saw you eat the flesh from that girl's fingers. You even admitted to eating my daughter earlier and I just couldn't believe it. I didn't believe a word of it until I saw you that day. I saw the animal in your eyes as you chewed on her flesh and wondered.. was it like that when you killed your folks?" Nothing was said from then on, only silence filled the building. The faint screams were a sign to be silent, to hide before she found and killed them all. Nobody knew what happened that night as it was confirmed that Mr. Valentine checked into the hotel this morning. Arachne would never kill family, especially not the only man who helped her. "Sorry about last week." said the familiar voice from the other end of the line. The phone was kept on speaker as it laid on a coffee table in a hotel room. "There was no harm done." replied the voice of a man who appeared at once on screen. His face was not revealed but he wore a gray suit. "You do realize you are scheduled for a match, as is everyone else, for the battle royal this Sunday." "How could I forget? I apologize for not contacting you earlier this week. I was just taking care of some business as usual. You know how it is with me. I assure you that I will make an appearance later this week to confirm I will be competing in the battle royal." "How very kind of you, my dear." said the mysterious man. "Perhaps you shall come out the winner, if not shock the hell out of everyone else." "Yes, yes. Well, it was good talking to you again. I'll see you whenever I can. If not, you will be watching me from the audience. Goodbye and good luck." "I'd wish you the same but I know you don't need it." The man walks away and just like that the scene fades to black. | 
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