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Part three: Spider.

A girl in a pink, torn dress and with brown, dirty, loose hair approached the table, holding a teddy bear in her hands.

Hoodie, where are you going? She asked quietly.

The man in the yellow-orange sweatshirt inserted the rifle part and, without looking at the little girl, answered:

On a mission. What a stupid question, Sally!

Toby said we might be having a baby and I…

No.

The boy already knew what this child wanted, but he also knew what would happen to the three of them if they took her with them. And if Toby didn't even feel pain, the same couldn't be said for the other two. They and Tim weren't made of iron.

Why? Sally continued to insist.

At the very least, it's dangerous. At the very least, Slendy will rip all three of our heads off.

These words upset the little girl a little, but she didn't press the matter further, calmly leaving the boy to his thoughts. If the owner of the house was against it, then why irritate him when people were just food to him? Be that as it may, since the mission, according to Hoodie, was dangerous, there was no point in going.

Lilith was awakened by a loud crash. It was coming from the first floor, where she could also hear the young man's swearing. Jumping up from her pillowcase and sitting up, she listened.

Damn. Argh, that hurts so much… He ran away, so to speak… I hope there's no one here, otherwise the boss will kill me if I bring my tail.

It looked like he was a mercenary or something. He couldn't get to the top floor, unless, of course, he could fly. After all, there were no stairs or other auxiliary structures here; everything had long since collapsed. Which meant he didn't need to be disturbed; there was nothing to worry about. Lilith stopped paying attention to him, but she still kept her ears open, in case she had to resort to drastic measures to calm the rebellion.

The day was drawing to a close, which meant it was time to prepare for a nighttime stroll. And it looked like she'd have to meet this wanderer, as there were no good machetesharpening stones on the floors above, so she'd have to search for them below. So she headed for the landing where the stairs used to be, spread her wings, and flapped them feebly as she dove down. As she approached the ground, she swooped down and landed softly on her feet, folding her wings back into place. She'd managed to pull her mask back on while walking down the hallway to the landing, so she wouldn't have to turn anyone into shreds of meat now. But before she could take a single step, a kitchen knife stopped at her throat. Lilith even chuckled, but didn't resist.

What kind of little bird are you?

A voice came from the left. It seemed to be a teenager, maybe a little older than the girl. She spread her wings slightly and used one to push the boy away, knocking the knife from his hands. Without even deigning to glance at him, the "angel" walked forward, scanning the floor for stones suitable for sharpening. If it weren't for her keen hearing, she wouldn't have heard someone running towards her from behind, swinging a huge weapon.

Go to sleep, bitch! She heard.

But Lilith had no desire to speak. She didn't turn around. She had to choose the right moment, which turned out to be the distance between them, five steps. The boy didn't even have time to comprehend what had happened before he was thrown back by a wave of sound. His body hit the wall, then sank to the ground, and after that, only groans came from him.

You know that ability of one character in the game "Mortal Kombat," where a certain woman can create a pink sound wave with a scream? Well, Lilith had roughly the same ability, which she was using now. True, the scream wasn't loud enough to accidentally kill the guy.

The stone was found quickly enough, so within five minutes she was sitting on the sheet, sharpening one of the machetes. She heard the boy come to and go about his business. After a while, he left too. Lilith was alone again.

Masky left before Jeffer returned, so he didn't hear about the "object" they'd talked about over dinner. He also didn't know where to go first, so he decided to scout out the situation in the city first. And the situation wasn't great. Soldiers with machine guns were stationed everywhere, at almost every turn, the city was completely cordoned off. Something had happened here recently, and it had to have happened within the military base, since there were so many of them outside it now. Someone had caused a huge commotion here. This was bad, since getting into the city seemed impossible. Unless, of course, someone helped. And no one except Slender would do that. Bad. Then it would be worth at least observing from the sidelines. Although the chances of learning anything from here are extremely slim. And yet, they'd have to go back.

Lilith knew she was taking a risk, but she also knew she had nothing to lose. They wouldn't have time to do anything to her, because the hologram was controlled and could easily trick them. At least, that's what she thought. Luckily, she was wearing dark clothing; she was almost invisible in the night. And her wings were fast in the air.

Pulling on her mask and hood, she jumped off the fence in front of the building where she'd been staying overnight and headed toward the small town. The path led past a lake, behind which stood a pine forest. Judging by the memories she'd already recovered, it was in this forest that they often walked with the dog, and it was there that they'd gotten lost on purpose. Maybe Lilith would go there someday, but for now she'd just pass by. Right now, she had a specific task that needed to be completed as quickly as possible. Otherwise, she'd have to build somewhere in the forest herself, felling a few trees. It would be difficult. Although Lilith had good striking power, she was weak on her own. And wings wouldn't help, unless she could find some rope that could support the weight of the wood. Holograms might help, but energy doesn't last forever. Spending it on construction would be neither safe nor logical. You never know when it might come in handy.

The cloak was still wet and cold, creating a contrast against the already dry and warm spot on her leggings. Nothing bothered her anymore, come to think of it. Emotions had become something on par with… On par with procrastination. Why show someone your feelings if you know they can take advantage of it, pushing a sore spot? And to whom? Besides, the mask concealed her face, so no one could see a thing. Isn't that just pointless?

In fact, people have a lot of similar things. Lilith didn't understand much of it, but it didn't bother her. People aren't judged by themselves, much less their lives and customs.

As soon as Lilith entered the city, her soul immediately became restless. She became afraid. Why? What was she afraid of? Was something wrong? Or was she being watched? She'd have to use the hologram. The right wing unfolded, and a small "feather" separated from the frame structure. It quickly floated in the air in front of the "angel," creating an image of a man in military uniform around itself. The young man looked around and headed forward, into the town, toward the multi-story buildings. Sometimes it's better to be safe than sorry.

Looking around, looking for a place to hide, she spotted a military truck. Its cargo area was covered with a sheet, making it difficult to tell if anyone was inside. She took a chance and peered inside. No one. No one in the cabin either. Good for her. Jumping in, she sat in the farthest, darkest corner to make herself harder to spot, and began tracking the hologram.

The guy disappeared a couple of minutes later, leaving a small "feather" in its place, as there was a risk of it opening up. The feather itself clung to the ground, leaving a centimeter beneath it, and continued on. It flew past buildings, giving Lilith an image, and sometimes flew under cars. And that's how Lilith would have found refuge if she hadn't lost visibility. A white noise formed before her eyes, and because of this, she had to disconnect from the dagger. But she managed to spot a shadow on the asphalt. It was a person. A girl, to be more precise. And she had long tendrils behind her back. She may have broken the "feather" with one of them. Or maybe with her heel—who knows? The fact remains: she understood everything and is already looking for the weapon's owner. And the owner doesn't need that. But it seems she will still have to face her enemy, if that's what he wants. Well, Lilith will give her what she wants, whoever she is.

Varessa recognized the feather. That devil was up to something again. But she wouldn't go anywhere without the feather, which meant Varessa could finally get rid of her. However, the professor wouldn't be happy if he learned that the "spider" had helped the military. So what should he do? Bring him the "thirteenth"? He'd forget about his favorite again and devote his time to the feathered one. But that way, he'd restore the contract and be happy. And what about Varessa herself? No. She'd destroy that hick and live happily with the one who changed her for the better. She'd make Eleanor regret that she'd ever survived the experiments.

The legs opened and landed on the ground, lifting the girl above it. Her kimono shook slightly, and her knees bent. The "spider" dropped slightly, then jumped sharply.

Oddly enough, no one approached the truck. This was both good and suspicious. Although Lilith couldn't be killed with a knife or a gunshot, all her wounds healed only during sleep. She also experienced pain, and it wasn't pleasant. So she wouldn't want to get stabbed in the back.

She looked around—no one. She jumped out, looked around, listened—nothing. After some thought, she decided not to climb onto the rooftops, to get a better view of what was below. And below, there were soldiers stationed at almost every turn. This was bad. But what could she do? She'd have to stun and knock out the guys. Although Lilith didn't have the strength for that, she'd have to do it with the handle of the machete, which she'd grabbed just in case. Taking it from under her cloak, she headed in the direction where she'd last spotted the blade.

She found it quickly. As expected, someone had pierced the mount, which contained numerous microchips. It even left a dent in the asphalt underneath. But Lilith didn't know anyone with such power. Picking up the "feather," she examined it and was about to put it in her pocket, but heard a whistle. Before she could react, she found herself pinned to the concrete. Her arms were pierced by the sharp, claw-like tips of the clench, which extended upward and hid behind the back of someone the "angel," unfortunately, didn't know. Her wings were also pinned to the ground by another pair of spider-like iron legs, but they weren't pierced like her arms. The broken "feather" was somewhere to the side, while the spider slowly lowered her body, landing on her feet.

Now Lilith was very glad that she had the willpower to keep her from screaming, and the mask that hid her grimaces. The little bird didn't know how she managed to hold back a scream of utter pain as she writhed. But one groan still escaped her lips.

Varessa looked at her with disdain. If Lilith had seen that look, she might have been surprised by the amount of hatred in the "arachnid"'s eyes.

And he said you were more experienced than me. But what do I see? Pathetic, whiny, weak… Did he really overestimate you?

Varessa spoke slowly, as if she were exerting pressure not only physically but also mentally. And what a shame that this method didn't work on the bird. Gathering her strength, she took control of her feathers, and the blades, free of the clench, separated from her body. Controlling them was difficult, but Lilith managed it. She immediately aimed them at the stranger, trying to distract her. And she succeeded. At least the "spider" jumped back against the wall, trying to fight her off, and Lilith managed to get up and reclaim her "feathers." But Varessa reacted quickly, leaping at her opponent again, wanting to pierce the girl's head, but her clench blades collided with the cross of machetes, which Lilith barely managed to reach. Then the spider tried a side attack, but her wings blocked her reach there too. She tried a kick, and…! The ballet shoe blade missed the bird's belly by a centimeter. Lilith dodged just in time.

To her credit, the spider was quite nimble and agile. But Lilith would certainly have more experience. With a flick of her wings, she charged straight at her opponent, knocking aside one of the machetes and slamming the girl's chest into the wall. At that distance, only speed and strength could have affected the blow, but neither was of much use to the bird. Then she added: first, she struck Lilith's stomach with her knee, and then slashed it with the machete. The spider screamed and swung her claws at Lilith, catching her cheek. The claws also began to unleash a hail of chaotic blows, smashing into her wings.

Lilith was distracted by the stomping of boots. They were already coming this way, and that was bad. And this distraction turned out to be her mistake. The spider pierced the bird with her claws, sinking them into the flesh, then pushed the weakened body of the shocked girl away and fled somewhere upward, abandoning the wounded woman to her fate.

When the soldiers arrived, they found nothing but damaged asphalt. And no one paid attention to the new crack in the building's façade.

Flying was difficult. Lilith tried to stay conscious, so as not to fall from such a great height, but her eyes threatened to close. Her vision was blurring, her strength was fading, and the pain refused to leave her. She didn't even think about where she was flying, crossing the town line and finding herself above the forest. Finally, she began to descend, feeling her strength draining away. This time, the landing was hard: she couldn't even get to her feet and passed out in midair, rolling along the ground for several more meters.

Nina emerged from the fog, skipping, followed by Zero and Smiledog. They'd asked Splender for permission to leave, as they hadn't been in town in a while. The girl in the pink sweatshirt stopped and turned to look at her companions.

Well, where shall we go first?

Zero paused for thought. Honestly, she didn't care, as long as they didn't get into trouble along the way. She'd only gone with Nina because Splendor had asked her to; otherwise, she'd be sitting there, reading a fascinating book, engrossed. But Splendorman was worried about Nina and wouldn't let her go anywhere alone, given her personality and lifestyle. And why did she even need to go anywhere?

It seems like you needed this. Personally, I don't want to go anywhere.

The girl in pink was not surprised by this answer.

Oh, don't choke me. Nobody forced you to follow me.

Zero groaned, rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue.

Yeah, right. And tell me I can go back.

Well, yeah. I don't need a nanny.

Nina spun on her heel and stomped forward. Zero merely sighed wearily and followed her.

Splendy thinks otherwise.

Splendy needs a nanny, but I don't.

Realizing this lady couldn't be changed, Zero said nothing. But her companion refused to calm down.

Um… Zero? Do you see what's there?

Nina pointed somewhere into the distance, glancing at the monochrome one, but she saw nothing in that direction.

It looks like you really do have schizophrenia. There's nothing there.

But Nina suddenly became more serious and continued to stand her ground.

Can't you see? There's something shiny there! Do what you like, but I'll run and check it out.

And she really did run ahead. There was nothing else to do, so Zero had to follow her. Smiledog also ran after Nina, and when he stopped, he barked at something behind the bushes. The girl ran up, stopped, and looked surprised.

Zero, I was right! Go faster! Wow! Just look at this!

After a while, Zero began to see a glimmer of something behind a bush. She wasn't particularly interested, but she didn't resist.

Nina looked at the girl covered by an iron wing. The fabric of a torn, angular hood lay on her head, and a cracked mask covered her face. The girl was unconscious.

Zero, however, wasn't indifferent to what she saw on the ground. Quite the contrary, for some reason she became uneasy and immediately began examining the cold body.

Smile, run to Splendy, he needs to see this.

Having somehow managed to slide the wing off the body and onto the ground, the girls rolled the carcass over onto its back. Zero immediately ripped open the bodice and tossed it aside, beginning to examine the wound, which had already begun to quickly regenerate.

What are you doing?

Nina didn't understand this reaction, but she had no intention of interfering. Zero didn't answer. She examined the pockets under his cloak and found kunai knives, shuriken shaped like playing cards, and two machetes. Glancing at the mask, she noticed three cracks smeared with blood. But underneath them, there wasn't a single scratch. Apparently, this girl had the ability to regenerate, otherwise she would have been in worse shape. But that didn't mean she needed help. Taking the pouches and machetes, she asked Nina to keep an eye on the creature and ran toward the mansion.

Nina wasn't happy about this. She was bored. Why should she watch over a corpse anyway? Who was this, anyway? Crouching down next to him, his playful hands reached for the mask. It was a white mask with no face. It had only eye sockets covered with dark lenses and black patterns. She had no nose or mouth. Nina touched the edge of the mask, startled—the half-corpse had grabbed her hand and was holding it tightly, refusing to let her remove the element of concealment, despite the searing pain in her now-bleeding hand.

Hey! Let go, you crazy woman! I don't give a damn about you!

Nina pulled her hand back, feeling how easily the stranger let go. She, in turn, remained motionless, biding her time.

Splendorman arrived, already agitated. It was clear he was worried about his guest and had no intention of leaving her. The smile on his face twisted, betraying concern, and his thin arms gently scooped up the poor woman's limp body.

Nina, please take this corsage, wash it and take it to Trender. Let him fix it.

A corsage? What is it? Does Nina know?

Are you talking about this? The girl clarified, pointing to a torn piece of clothing on the ground. Splendor nodded and walked toward the fog, carrying the girl's barely breathing body with him.

Varessa wasn't idle; she was trying to wipe the blood from her claws and the tips of her cleavers. She was succeeding. Professor Aristarkh Vissarionovich was due to arrive soon. This fact worried the beauty, as she didn't want to tell him what had happened. She had also changed her clothes, as she had had to throw out the old ones, and her stomach had already returned to normal. Now all she had to do was keep quiet, but that shouldn't be a problem.

After washing the blood from the rag, she wrung it out, hung it on the pipe to dry, and left the restroom, folding the cleavers behind her back. She walked down the hallway into the darkness. A clicking sound, like the clicking of her pointe shoes, echoed across the floor. But at some point, the clicking stopped. The girl stopped.

How interesting. But the professor said you were dead.

Varessa turned around. An officer stood a few meters behind her, his hands behind his back.

Colonel? Herman Pankratovich? She clarified.

Exactly. And you, as I understand it, are the previous—the twelfth—subject. Am I correct?

Perhaps. Why did you come here?

Varessa tensed. She hadn't expected strangers here, much less military personnel.

I wanted to ask Aristarkh Vissarionovich a couple of questions. But I see I can get the answers sooner. Allow me to ask you a few questions. Let's not wake the professor. You don't want him to find out about your mistake today, do you?

Varessa already realized she couldn't get away with it. The only way was to kill this insolent commander. But even killing him wouldn't work—there would be too many consequences.

And to make sure you don't have any ulterior motives, I warn you: I have the report in writing. If I'm gone, it will fall into the wrong hands.

The old man hedged his bets. What a bastard. Oh well, he doesn't have long left.

Follow me, Colonel.

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