Hey guys! Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I've been sick a lot, and I've had little free time, since I've been really busy with schoolwork. This chapter is pretty short, I'm sorry, but it's what I got. Thank you for all your support so far.
Claude had hazy memories. He only remembered the day he woke up, and the Spiders looked down on him like he was just another brick in the wall.
Claude Flashback
"Get up, brat."
Claude groaned in pain. His head was throbbing. He felt a kick in the gut.
"I said get the fuck up!"
Claude got to his feet. He saw about ten men looking down at him. One was holding a syringe- strange.
"Do you remember anything?"
"No."
Claude had a bad feeling about this, but ignored it.
"Alright. You are one of us. We are the top of the food chain."
Claude groaned. "You are... at the top of the food chain."
"You will do whatever the fuck we say."
"Y-yes."
What the hell was this? Hypnosis? He couldn't do anything of his free will... crap.
Claude lost consciousness with a blow to the head.
The next day, he had escaped, but his whole mind had changed. He had become one of them. The serum. The serum. That was all he could think.
No memories. He felt them. But they were just beyond his reach.
Claude camped in the forest for a while. He had come to love spiders. He loved the webs they weaved to catch their pray. He loved the cleverness, the eight legs, and their cunning. The sickly sweet smell that deceived their pray. He had learned to love it. He had no idea why- it would be like explaining color to a blind man. But he loved them. Like a child would love lollipops. He kept a black widow with him at all times. He named her Muffet. Then, he had come to this school, to regain his memories. He felt a connection there.
Claude thought about the girl he had been tutoring- Mey- Rin. His head hurt looking at her- like he was grabbing at a bird who was trying to escape, the bird being his memory. He knew he had had feelings for her- he still felt them. But he couldn't remember. He also remembered the blond boy. Finnian. Some brotherly familiarity. But nothing had come- yet. He felt himself getting closer to the memory each time he saw them. Suddenly, he came up with a plan. He would hang with them more often to see if the memories would return. He didn't know if it would work, but it was worth a shot. Tomorrow, he thought, tomorrow I will begin.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I just wanted to say that I appreciate you supporting me with this project. Thanks y'all!