Post by Mother Spider on Aug 4, 2016 11:30:58 GMT -5
Sunday night at Target. Karim eyed his two cashiers. "No sleeping on the job!" He waved profusely at his two employees. Some of the energy jumped from the young manager to the cashiers. "You never know when it's going to be an exciting Sunday night!" Another hand wave followed. Then Karim walked into one of the aisles... right into a spiderweb. "What?" The young man tried to pull away from the sticky surface. He'd never seen such a large, thick spiderweb. Definitely not in his Target. Arms got even more entangled, but his feet were still free. He took a few steps back. Bump. Karim barely had time to turn around before a flurry of hands covered him. His mouth was covered, arms locked down and his whole body searched. An old, broken voice breathed behind his neck. "Mother says no." Karim felt his gun taken from its holder. "No words. Point me to the baking aisle."
Holly liked Karim, but he could be a little intense. Which was why she became a little suspicious when the boss didn't show up ten minutes after his last round of encouragement. "George. Can you check where Karim is?" She gave the overweight man a poke. "We all know you need the exercise." The sleepy man looked at Holly for a moment, then waddled along into Aisle three. Holly barely had time to exhale when a loud "Whoa!" was exclaimed. "What's happ..." Two pairs of hands emerged from behind. One quickly covered her mouth, while the other held Holly's hands down. Panicked eyes flickered left and right. She felt a sticky liquid cover her hands, then her feet. The initial wave of panic subsided very fast, leaving only a strange numbness. "Freshly squeezed panic, with a hint of surprise. Thank you my dear!" This time Elisabete's voice was suave, almost reassuring. "Now please stay still while I take care of the fat one."
Mother Spider effortlessly climbed over the cashier's counter. She could see where George was. The link from Holly pulsed brightly into aisle three. The man on the other side of the mountain of detergent hadn't even noticed her yet. "Trop facile." She climbed above the aisle, wrapping up the man in silk so fast that she had plenty of time to collect his full-throated terror. "Perrrrfect" She rolled the r in a latin style, her voice almost unrecognizable from her past two encounters. Then, with complete calm, she walked back to the cashier. As the spider helped herself to some cash, Holly boldened up again, yelling, "You won't get away with this, you filth!" Elisabete chuckled. "I think I'm in the clear, my dear. The police is quite occupée in a different part of town." She smiled, fangs gleaming. The spider then stuffed the cash inside her bag, right next to the flour and the chocolate. "And I don't plan to overstay my welcome."
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