This is just something that sparked in my head when I learned that spider silk is about five times stronger that the equal amount of steel, and thus this story popped out. I know, my mind is a terrifying and twisted place :)
-Araneae Amet-
Prologue
The sounds of flabby flesh meeting fragile emaciated flesh reverberated around the, completely normal, household. When a light crack sounded out though the sounds stopped and doors could be heard slamming. These sounds had come from a cupboard as an obese man with a ridiculous mustache was beating a stick thin six year old child, with jet black hair and astonishingly gem like emerald eyes.
The man had only stopped his punches when he had heard the sound of bone cracking, so as to not waste his precious well-earned money on the boy (who had not let out a sound through the whole ordeal, not even when his bone cracked did he, just keeping a stony expression plastered on his gaunt face) for medical assistance.
The fat man huffed and puffed and eventually calmed down enough to speak to the lad.
"Now listen here, if I hear ONE WORD of anybody learning of what you deserve for your freakishness, then you will go without food for another two weeks, is that clear?" The boy just nodded slightly, knowing that if he spoke it would earn him another beating. The man nodded and walked up the stairs to his own room while the boy, painfully, crawled back into his cupboard without a sound. When he closed the door he felt at the place he felt crack, sensing it was already healed so he sighed, the first sound from him since the beating.
The boy looked around his dwelling, it did not look like anybody had ever lived there, except for some well cleaned dark spots on the wooden floor. It did not even have something to cover up in for sleep. The boy curled up on the floor and closed his eyes, descending into slumber.
He had been sleeping dreamlessly, like he always had, when smoke started to seep into the tiny space from the crack of the door. Coughing as he woke up the boy opened the door, his bad vision barely able to see the flames as the man had never allowed him anything he needed except for two things, a simple grey shirt and trousers, hand-me-downs of course.
What he could see caused him fear as he could see that the hallway was filled with smoke and falling debris, the blaring sound of sirens from outside and the panicked screeches of the man's wife pierced his ears as he tried to get to the door, a support beam falling in the way before he could exit. The boy coughed more as his breath quickened, he was panicking.
'I don't want to die like this! Not before I've escaped from this hell!' The boy wildly tried to push the burning beam away from the door, burning his arms but that did not stop him, he was focusing on nothing else but the desire to escape, away from the fire, the cupboard, the house, the humans.
Then suddenly something inside him sparked, a will long suppressed and forgotten for survival burst forth from his newly found desperation and the fire stopped burning him but he did not notice, still desperately pushing at the beam. Wisps of translucent energy swirled around him rapidly, pushing away the flames and engulfing him. Finally he suddenly felt himself be squeezed briefly by pressure before falling over onto the pleasantly cold patchy greenery of a dark forest. He then felt the world fade as he closed his eyes exhausted, smiling for the first time since infancy for he was now, finally, free.