TheSarcasticLittleB-tchYouHate: Sh, I'll sneak him in, no one will notice ;)

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In case you guys get confused, I'm a huge Halloween fan, so my pen name will be changed to Pumpkin-Spice-Latte-is-my-life until November. :)

In one swift movement, the Titan lifted AJ and I and crushed us against him in what I guess was a hug. I winced, the pain in my chest flaring. AJ shifted gingerly, like it hurt to move.

Bob frowned. "Ow." He said sympathetically, looking first at AJ's wounds then at mine. He extended a long silver finger and touched AJ gently. As soon as his skin made contact with the wound, it began to heal up. They stopped bleeding, faded into a small scar, and then it vanished. AJ smiled uneasily, like he wasn't sure why Bob had healed him, but flexed his arms nevertheless, tensing his muscles.

Hell yes.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. Bob placed a finger on my chest, humming to himself, a tune that sounded suspiciously like Pina Coladas.

"MEOW!" Something purred, stirring from inside one of Bob's cavernous pockets. With newfound strength, I looked up and stared as I felt something soft, but surprisingly heavy, pad across my chest.

Paws. Okay then.

Four furry legs. Right…

A sleek, muscular body. Um, yeah?

Bulbous yellow eyes and pointed ears. Alright then.

A cat. Ok. (I told you I'd sneak him in ;))

No, not a cat. Well, not exactly. A cat that happened to be roughly the size of a fully-grown male lion. I groaned, trying to shove it off me.

"Little help?" I asked sarcastically, my voice sounding a lot more alive than it had before. AJ snorted quietly and tried to lift the creature off me.

"Small Bob! This is Small Bob! My pet!" Bob smiled, petting the cat. It yowled and stalked back into his pocket, retreating to the warmth.

"Very small," I agreed, nodding insincerely.

"Tiny." AJ murmured, cracking up.

Laughing. In the middle of Tartarus. We were laughing in literal hell. I could just imagine some evil force watching us frustratedly, thinking no! You're supposed to be dying, not laughing! Goddamn it!

Of course, we weren't all easy though. As we walked, protected by Bob, the muggy air slowly drained me, making me feel tired, thirsty and more importantly hungry. My legs ached, my back ached, and my eyes were stinging with the effort of keeping them open. For once, I was hoping for something to attack – yes, hoping – because at least it'd wake me up. At this rate, I'd just drop down asleep and no one would notice.

The soles of my shoes began to wear out as we trudged across the murky black landscape. I felt the loose black stone cutting into the raw skin of my feet as we stumbled along. In my daze, I bumped right into Bob as he stopped abruptly, his hands out to prevent us from moving. Blearily, I peered out to see what he was protecting us from.

I recoiled in horror. It was a zit or a wart, some huge bubbly blister on the floor. It looked soft, and kinda squishy, like the top of a jellyfish, and it was radiating with heat. I felt bile rise in my throat.

"Oh sweet mother of Zeus." I muttered, turning away. I retched emptily, having nothing to actually vomit out. Biting my tongue, I tentatively spun around to have another look at it. Bad move. Something was scrabbling at it from the inside, clawing to get out. Nauseated, I put a hand over my mouth and held my stomach.

"Di immortales! What is it?" I whispered to AJ, who was staring, morbidly transfixed, at the blister.

The scrabbling became more intense. It was clearly getting angry now, thumping and thrashing like a trapped animal. My throat felt as dry as sandpaper as I tried to swallow the rest of my nausea.

Suddenly, there was a stomach-churning schlock-POP, and a long, hairy black leg poked itself out. Then another, then another…and then five more.

Without thinking, I tensed and grabbed AJ's hand, squeezing it maybe a little too hard. I was a complete wreck. I was shaking all over. His hand was warm and strong, unlike my own cold, shivering ones. I quivered as I tried to enunciate what the thing was – but it turned out I didn't need to. Arachne.

She arose from the blister, her face in a sickeningly-sweet smile, her white mandibles protruding from her face like daggers.

"Well," She purred, scuttling towards me. "It's been a long time since I met a demigod like you…" She caressed my face gently with one of her front legs and circled me. I stayed still, stiff, frozen to the spot. My mouth was set in a line.

"Your mother…" She hissed pitifully, "She sent me here…condemned to weave, with no one to appreciate the weavings…" She stroked my hair and laughed softly. Then she turned away, and pulled out something that looked like a roll of fabric. Unfurling it, I saw it was…me.

Perfect me. I didn't have that ugly red spot on the end of my nose. My teeth were straight. I didn't have freckles. My curls were less frizzy and untameable. Longer eyelashes…fuller lips… It looked so real, as it were a photograph taken with a HD camera. I could even see AJ ogling it.

"No one to see them…" She uttered again, still circling me. It was about that time that I noticed I couldn't move. The she-devil had been slowly binding me in spider-silk, an impenetrable prison. Her grin widened as a army of black shadows came out from the darkness – no, not shadows – spiders. They crawled under me, knocking me over, biting me, dragging me away. They were in my eyes, my ears, my nose. I tried to scream, but they just entered my mouth too. I thrashed violently and tears began leaking through my eyes as I struggled. I could see AJ, screaming, beating as many away as he could, kicking Arachne but it was no use, I was too far away.

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