It had been days, or even weeks since his encounters with a centaur-like jester and a walking cat like amalgamation. He had retained several severe injuries and had helplessly dragged himself to where he had first popped into. The large room. Dr Marlow Swan was now sitting on the incredibly large bed like thing smack dab in the middle of the room, now replacing the bloodied bandage around his belly with a brand new and much cleaner one. His gashes had almost fully healed, now they were nothing more than tiny little cuts and scrapes and bruises along his body. He was so engrossed in this, that he hadn’t noticed there was something in here with him, stalking him, up on the high ceiling, violet eyes burning it’s glare into the back of his head. The thing was deathly silent as it stayed still, not moving an inch as it watched, then it takes a step with one of its long metal appendages.
Each step, was silent and precise, no indication was given to the man below so blissfully unaware that he was in immediate danger and now the thing hangs behind him, it’s metal legs latched tightly onto the wall as it’s purple clad humanoid half hangs from his spot on the ceiling, a dark smile plastered on it’s masked face. A smile that he used to always where with the other now just laying in broken pieces on the vanity like mirror just at the right side of the room. The thing stares, it’s long purple hat tails hung low, the bells unmoving as to not alert the human below as the mask subtly twists in the thing’s face, the clicks it made goes unheard. Too bad for the human.
Then the thing’s upper half twists with ease and one by one those long metallic legs fall until the last one unlatches and it lands with barely a tremor right behind the unsuspecting human still too engrossed in making sure the bandages around his belly were secure. The thing rises to it’s full height behind him. Dark smile only growing as those eyes glare down at the man, a manic look in it’s eyes. This thing now knew Dr Swan was here. Good. It was about to make itself know very soon.
Dr Swan’s eyes grow wide immediately and his body shoots up at the word right behind him. He is shaking, but doesn’t dare look for fear of finding out what he in fact already knew. Yet no matter how much the man hated it, the thing’s claws reach out and gently take the man’s bare shoulder, making sure to be in enough of a peripheral view to show exactly who they belonged to. Swan’s pale blue eyes dart to the gentle touch and he holds back a squeal of terror as he watches that massive metal hand ever so gently rest on his shoulder. He dares not move from his spot, but his chest is heaving, his heart beat fast and pounding in his ears. His fragile little body trembling as his eyes stay glued onto the hand, until it moves and carefully wraps around his throat, clawed tips barely pressed to skin and Swan shivers. He still can’t see behind him, but he does feel something rest on his head, and his eyes shut tightly as he mentally prays he gets out of this alive. A voice, the same voice crackles out of what he only knew as a voice box now dangerously close to his ear, it was a miracle he could hear it past his own labored terror filled wheezes as he shutters in place. The voice extremely quiet as something gently runs through his short brown locks.
“Welcome back. Did you miss me? I sure as hell missed you.”
Dr Swan squeals as the hand around his throat grips a touch tighter, forcing the man to stay in place. He swallows a lump forming in his throat, shivering and shaking in the thing’s grip, desperately wishing he could be free, but he is too terrified to move or even speak or move. He feels more gentle caresses of the object on his head that he only assumes as another hand, he can feel the cold steel against his scalp as it runs through his hair. His blue eyes darting around the room until he watches in horror as massive spider like appendages cross into view and wrap around his view, gently resting around him. He feels something sit right behind him and he shivers again, desperately wanting to look but dreading not to for fear that his life was on the line. He knew damned well it was, and then he feels the thing move closer to his right ear, the jewel hanging from it fluttering as a breath wafts onto him. The voice come back and the man holds his breath.
“Are you not going to say hello? That is very rude. Introduce yourself.”
He can’t. He was too terrified to do so and it his silent for a good few minutes until the tips of metal on his throat slightly grip tighter, he stammers immediately to give the thing a response.
He barely chokes out through another forming lump he desperately tries to get rid of. He feels the thing smile and now the other hand removes itself from his head and wiggles it’s fingers right into view then wraps around him and pulls him closer. His bare back presses against soft fabric and now on that arm around him he could see a clear view of something purple covering it’s upper arm. He could feel the thing’s slow steady and calculated breaths against his own hurried ones. It felt strong. It felt like one tiny moment was enough to snap his puny body like a twig in its iron yet careful grip. Silence for a second until another slight grip forces him to speak up again. He can’t talk past his cracking voice, but he desperately tries to keep it in check.
“H..Hi Ol..Oliver! H..How are y..You!!”
He feels the thing tense at it’s name and Swan’s eyes shut tightly as he mentality curses himself at the very mention of it. He was going to die now. He was definitely going to die now! But not until this thing had it’s fun with him first. The thing’s voice box crackles again, and he dreads to hear it speak more.
Swan immediately hears something click beside him and a face thrusts into view and in some miracle he is allowed to pull away and snaps his body around to keep his front facing the thing. He wheezes as he watches in horror as a massive elegantly purple clad spider rises to its full height again. He shivers and his hands lift, shaking as he shrinks to make himself look smaller in front of it, his blue eyes glued to it’s violet ones, the smile on it’s mask ever so slightly dropping as it watches the man immediately crumble and fall to his knees. Hands clasped together begging the thing to spare his miserable life.
“Please! P..Please Oliver! I…I…”
The right hand thrusts out slapping something beside the man causing what looked to be just a steel support beam shatters into pieces at the thing’s power. Dr Swan yelps and jumps then immediately staggers to his feet as he watches it carefully stepping closer towards. He watches the long sharp fingers flutter then form a horrifyingly familiar pose and immediately Dr Swan presses his back against the wall. The thing moves closer, the readied hand swaying then swiftly thrusts deep into the wall just beside the man’s head. Dr Swan’s eyes fill with tears and he jumps and falls sitting against the wall as the hand is pulled out of the thick wall. A massive hole, debris crumbling as the thing toys with him, his eyes snap back to it, watching it elegantly stepping closer, preparing for another strike.
“Day can’t save you, Butcher…You are stuck here with me.”
Dr Swan immediately catches one of the thing’s front legs lift and as fast as his little body could muster, he tears at the floor, on hands an knees as the leg crashes into the space where he just was. The thing missed but now it’s head turns to follow him, loud clicks and scrapes coming from it’s neck joints as the head swivels to meet the human desperately trying to get away. It moved unnaturally, like it’s neck hadn’t been oiled or hadn’t moved in years, though Swan knew damned well it was not the case as he staggers and plants his hands on the wall, eyes facing the thing again as he kept moving. The thing turns to face him fully, the legs clicking and moving carefully across the floor towards him slowly, like an actual spider playing with its meal before an untimely death. The was no longer a smile on this thing’s face, and now his eyes widened in horror as it got right to his face, lowering its face to his trembling one. Those eyes bore into him, hands up and shaking the only thing between him and this massive powerhouse. He desperately calls out again, his words shakey as the thing lifts again for another strike, it looks like a slap.
“O..Oliver please!! P..Please I’m b..begging you-“
The thing’s hand swings outward, but the slap is extremely held back as it knocks him to the floor. He grunts until he feels something sharp and heavy drop onto and twists his leg, right at the ankle and he cries out in agony as he grips it just as it stops. He meets eyes with it and there is no remorse in that expression or in those eyes staring down at him like hr is nothing but a piece of dirt.
“Just like when I begged you to stop? Right?”
At the word “right” the leg inside his thigh twists slightly, making the man scream out again, blood gently trickling at of me new forming wound as the man writhes painfully on that floor.
“S..Stop!! Stop please! I..It hurts!”
“Oh it does, does it? It’s a pity. You never listened to my pleas when I begged for you to stop. Why should I listen and stop when you ask me now?”
