ARACHNID ARCHER
Introduction
Brooklyn Navy Yards, New York, USA
Warehouse 31
Meeting place/Cache for the Run'n'Gun gang
"C'mon, move those crates into the truck, hurry!" growled one Paul Fitzgerald, more commonly known as "the new Jesse James." He watched his men load millions of dollars worth of weaponry into a truck, and he grinned. New York City would soon be his, with this latest shipment he robbed from the Pentagon.
"Baron, report," he said into his walkie talkie. Baron was the code name they gave their lookout team. He received nothing but static. He growled in frustration, and trying again, barked, "Baron, report, NOW!" He was about to send another team out when something came back. The team leader, Alvin "Deadeye" Duncan, fearfully screamed, "PAUL, HELP! I-I-IT'S... EVERYWHERE! THERE, CARL, SHOOT RIGHT THERE!... OHMYGOD, CARL! IT'S COMING! Oh no... No! NonononoNONONONO! AAAAAAGGGHH-" the transmission was cut off abruptly. Suddenly, a quiet kind of laughter came from the radio.
"Let's play a game..." the voice sang, as the doors to warehouse closed, and the lights turned off. The windows darkened, leaving the room in total blackness. Guards with guns turned on flashlights, scanning the vast warehouse. Paul grabbed his Uzi submachine gun, turning on his flashlight. He wandered through the warehouse, until he found his second-in-command, Diane "Ballkicker" Culombo. She was scanning the upper part of the warehouse with a AK-74M, watching for any sign of the apparent assailant.
"Where do you think it is?" whispered Paul. Diane shook her head, and shrugged. Paul turned away for a second, and when he turned back, he noticed a white grey like string attached to Diane. "What the he-?" he started, and stopped as Diane was suddenly dragged, kicking and screaming into the darkness. Lights flashed towards her, but she was gone. The screaming, however, continued until a sudden sickening cut sounded.
The gangsters continued scanning fearfully, until one saw something and screamed. Two hooks were hanging down, holding something. One was the body of Diane- the other had her head, the hook coming out of her still screaming mouth. Several people vomited, and others dry heaved. Suddenly, another was dragged into the darkness.
After the screaming and the cutting sound, they found his body hanging as well. "What the fuck is this, boss?" asked a panicked Daniel West. "I don't know, West..." Paul responded. Daniel too, was then dragged into the dark, screaming. But he could see a different injury: a grappling hook had pierced his chest and deployed out the other side. A dark red trail led into the shadows.
More and more kept disappearing, either with a thwip! or a twang! Soon only a half dozen were left with Paul, and they too disappeared. Paul frantically waved his gun back and forth, then resorted to spraying into the unknown. He didn't notice the figure hanging upside down from the ceiling on a web-like material.
The figure smiled under their black face-mask, before tapping Paul's shoulder and whispering, "Boo..." He screamed like a little girl, and fell backwards. All he could see was two dark red eye-like slits in the dark. "Paulie, you've been a bad, bad boy..." the man, judging by the deep voice, said. "Bad boys... get PUNISHED!" He suddenly yanked out a 2 foot long gleaming hunting knife, and lopped off Paul's left arm, severing tissue, bone, and nerves.
Paul did the natural thing. He screamed. Suddenly a substance that felt wet and sticky like glue was covering his mouth, muffling his screams of agony. "Tsk, tsk..." the man continued, walking around the shocked and agonized gang leader. "Now what... Oh, right... MORE PUNISHMENT!" The man cut off Paul's right leg at the mid-thigh.
The screaming continued, and didn't stop. Finally, after all his limbs had been severed, the figure moved away as to leave. "Oh, one last thing..." he trailed off, before faster than the eye could see, snapped open a bow, and fired a single arrow. Paul's penis and testicles were cut clean off, and his eyes widened in shock and horror. He leaned down, and whispered in Paul's ear, as police sirens began to whine, "Don't mess with the Arachnid Archer."
The lights turned on, and Paul saw, on the ceiling, painted in blood, the words, "The Arachnid Archer was here." He watched as the roughly 5'7 man jerked his wrist forward, and shot out a web-like substance. "And NO," the Archer called back over his shoulder, "I am NOT Spider-Man." With that, he pulled himself off the ground, and started swinging.
As the officers and paramedics swarmed the warehouse, and the red and blue lights faded into blackness, Paul Fitzgerald's final thought was, 'My God, I have been punished for my sins by your angelic vengeance. Have mercy on me, O Father...'