It seemed like such a bland, boring day to many but to one person this day represented a new beginning in her life. This would take place in a city filled with foreigners, at least to her they were. Their voices were monotone, flat and they used very little intonational modulation when they spoke, most notably the men she had come across. As they struggled to comprehend what she was saying most of the time, she tried not to exaggerate the pronunciation of her words. Her usage of the english language was not the case as she had already perfected it before coming onto foreign grounds but it was the way she spoke that depicted her as a stranger to them. Her accent was actually the least of her problems. Whenever she smiled, her canines stuck out like those of shark's teeth. That gleam in her eye didn't help with the situation either as it created a rather monstrous look which kept people from getting too close to her. Don't get me wrong, there was no flaw in her figure at all. Had she been expressionless, people would consider her a model. A statuesque figure who was idolized by women who strived to look like her. Her hair had good length, she had bow shaped lips and a round face with porcelain skin. Her body was shaped like an hour glass and her legs were slender. But because of the added details, she looked like a venomous woman; someone who demanded fear and easily got it. A small fire was lit to lighten the area around a home. The skin of a caribou was stretched out and nailed to what looked like a handmade large frame. There was little indication as to how long it had been kept there but the reason for it's existance was quite clear. It served food perposes and could also be used to make a parka for the cold winters. In this case, it wasn't the latter. A woman sat next to the fire with a pen and paper in her hand. The pen moved so swifty, you'd think the abrasion would have created a fire and burned away whatever she was writting. She dare look up from her work as she felt it required all of her concentration. After writting what was meant to be a letter, she placed it in an envelope and then sent it away. 40 days later. News of W2K coming back for it's eleventh season had spread around the wrestling circuit so quickly and Arachne felt that it was her opportunity to make a mark. She had been watching from behind the scenes for quite a while now. She had her favourites and the ones she despised down already and it was just about time to come face to face with them. The lights were off indicating that no one was currently present in the room but as he switched it on, he came face to face this very distinguished woman. She just stood there staring at him with an expressionless face. She didn't even blink! We all knew that the man who was standing before her was Jacob Mitchell. He even arched the prodigal brow. Jacob Mitchell - And who are you? Still no answer but she had a sudden movement in her body though. She raised her eyebrow as well as if she were trying to imitate what he just did. He just stands back and looks at her awkwardly until she finally answers. Arachne - Jacob Mitchell, I'm Arachne. I wrote you a letter a couple of months ago. He takes a moment to recollect the number of letters he had gotten and then just shrugs. She flashes him a smile and then it suddenly hits him. Jacob Mitchell - You're the one who wrote me that hand written letter? The one about wanting to become a wrestler. Arachne - An American wrestler just like you. She immediately steps up and corrects him. He just laughs at her enthusiasm. Arachne - I think you are a very talented wrestler and the best. Ever since I saw you, I wanted to be just like you in the wrestling ring; dominant and superior to everyone around you. You are also a man of good looks and you have dated some of the most gorgeous and talented women in the world. Maybe you can help me find wrestling man of my own? He lets out yet another chuckle. Jacob Mitchell - Well, thanks for your appreciation. She nods for a moment and then begins to explain more about herself. Arachne - Can I tell you a story? Jacob Mitchell - Sure, go ahead. He takes a seat on the couch but she prefers to stand as she felt that sitting would only make her comfortable thus making her less aware of nearby dangers. Arachne - When I was 18, I decided that I wanted to become a doctor. Not because I wanted to help people but because I needed more information and a wide selection of people. I then remembered my childhood doctor who my parents used to take me to when they were alive, Dr. Braun. He was a very smart man, although he loved touching my cunt when I hit puberty. Jacob shot her a quick glance and then shuddered. If he only knew it was going to get worse from there. Arachne - So I went to him again. He seemed rather happy to see me but I on the other hand just wanted to get it over with. I attacked him without his knowledge and then proceeded to split the skin covering his skull with my teeth. Jacob Mitchell - ... He seems disgusted as she divulges into unsavoury details about her past cannibalistic experiences. Arachne - All his tools came very much in handy when I broke a portion of his skull and removed his brain. Jacob Mitchell - ... Arachne - I ate it expecting to gain all the knowledge he had of my medical history when I was young and the history of others. I thought his memory bank would have provided me with useful information on my future patients/prey but it did nothing of that sort. I thought that if I had just kindly asked, I would have gotten more answers than I did but it was too late for that. That is why I am here in front of you today. I want to ask you to help me please. I would really appreciate it if I could study your every move. In turn I will offer to kill and devour anyone you want. Jacob Mitchell - ......... ........... Oh no, it's about to turn into a Cross promo. TADA! Cross pushes the door to Jacob Locker room open and walks in with Seifer. Cross - I'm getting laid tonight! Without thinking, Arachne grabs hold of Cross's arm tightly, digging her nails into it and trying to push him away. He pushes her and she falls back but manages to catch herself before she hits the ground. Cross - What the hell is your problem? He asks with much irritation but once he takes a closer look at her he lets out a gasp. Cross - I know you. You're that Arachne chick. Wow. Is she going to eat me? She glares at him but instead of snapping, she smiles sweetly. Arachne - That could be arranged. I like the way you look. Jacob and Seifer laugh as she grins at Cross. Cross - Oh, screw you assholes. I'm outta here. He walks out leaving the three of them alone to stare at his behind. Well, only Arachne is doing it really. Seifer - He smells like a woman. I wonder what perfume he used. Arachne - Desert Lily.. and Amber. It's pure turquoise by Ralph Lauren and well.. a hint of sex due to the excessive semen surrounding his crotch. He also has the scent of a woman on him meaning that he has been involved in sexual activity with her. There is a moment of awkward silence and then Seifer decides to leave without saying a word to either of them. He turns around and winks at Arachne to help her feel welcome and then shuts the door behind him. Arachne - The blonde man seems interesting. Jacob ignores her for a second but then suddenly realizes something. Jacob - No. No! I know what you're thinking and it's wrong. She nods and hangs her head in slight dissappointment for even considering it. Arachne - I'm sorry. I'll find someone else to eat.