The Fly and the Spider: MP 100 fic
There have been eyes on Shigeo for the last several months.
Not the usual ones, the ones that leer with thinly disguised malice and search his face for weakness. Those have been there for as long as he can remember. Those he’s lost hope to get rid of.
No, these…they’re not filled with anger or hate. He can’t even see them, he just feels them, like intricate webbing spreading across his thoughts. It feels like he knows them, even though there’s no way that’s possible. He doesn’t know anyone. He’s been alone for a long, long time.
Sometimes Shigeo can hear the eyes speak. Don’t you see? they say. They’re not loud, instead perfectly gentle and calm. You are like me. This is what happens when you aren’t lucky enough to be born with people who love you. To say you won’t use your powers against others…well. I almost envy that kind of naivete.
I know I’m naive, he thinks as all of his things sink to the bottom of the river.
I know I’m alone, he thinks as milk soaks into his hair.
I know there’s nothing special about me, he thinks as blood pours out of the poor snow white cat, the only thing that ever saw him as someone worth knowing.
When the world turns upside down and he starts to see the color red instead of just shades of gray, he feels the eyes become his own. A spider crawls out of his ear and out of the webbing that it’s been meticulously spinning, waiting and waiting for prey to arrive. It looks out at the feast it’s now presented with, and wonders if this could heal all the rotting within.