@savioresque
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIn the morning the rest of the Wolfe Pack would wake up to find their security forces webbed to walls, surveillance cameras destroyed, and Legion dead in his very own bed. Gossamer had been meticulous, ensuring that he didn't make a sound on his rampage through the grounds. Inside of the mansion he crawled upon the ceiling, traveling from room to room in search of his nemesis. Gossamer and Levi had been going at it for years, and never once had the spider ever came close to beating the hero. It was all because of Legion's stupid fucking power. Multiple enemies in such a close proximity confused his spidey-sense, making him heavily susceptible to defeat. He always managed to escape before capture, threatening Legion while swinging away. Tonight he would bring those threats to fruition. He would finally kill the bastard.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhen he discovers Legion, Gossamer is glad to find the man sleeping. He needed to work fast before he woke up and there was suddenly fifteen Legions swinging at him. Using a line of webbing, Gossamer lowers himself from the ceiling and onto the man's bed. He looms above his nemesis, glaring daggers into him behind red lenses. Sinking down and onto his knees, he crawls onto Levi. He slithers up his body like a snake, gently raking clawed gloves over his bare flesh. In the moonlight the tips of his claws shimmer with his very own venom, the same that had killed Trailblazer. He would leave a trail of dead heroes all across the city, murdering them in a fashion that would leave a stain upon the city.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤGossamer sits up, straddling the man while savoring the moment. It was a shame that Levi would die so unceremoniously. He deserved better than to claw at his own throat while choking on his blood. Ah, well. He lifts a clawed hand, four fingers straightened and poised for attack. All he had to do was slash at his jugular vein. Not enough to make him bleed out, but enough to administer the poison. It had taken Trailblazer two minutes to succumb. He had became a dizzy blur, trying to swipe at Gossamer who was always just out of reach. If the man hadn't been on a cocktail of drugs he might have caught the spider, but he had failed. Levi would be joining him soon, and there would be another obnoxious memorial service in his honor. Gossamer would be in attendance, of course. He wouldn't pay his respects to the only hero that had ever bested him in combat. It's what he owed the man, at least.
