Before Sam could prepare himself for a fight, he heard a movement among the cobwebs. He heard a chatter. He heard hisses, and he heard the approach of a spider. He drew his sword out once again, knowing that it wasn't a fight that he could avoid. First, he slashed out at the webs that bound him. Then, he started moving ahead, searching for the spider. Soon enough, he found it. He knew he had, for he could see a vague figure of the arachnid, and it was huge. Standing before him was Shelob, the eldest daughter of Ungoliant who had helped Morgoth destroy the light of the two trees in the Blessed Realm. Sam was way too small in comparison, but he was going to give it a try. He hadn't come all the way, nearly to the gates of Mordor, losing so many people, only to turn back in defeat. Even if it was only the first time he was wielding a sword without company, he would make it count. He would show the creature what hobbits were made of. That they were much more than that met the eye. That he wouldn't be easy to get over with.
As Sam fought, he swung his sword towards the spider with surprising speed and power. Fear of death, and thirst for revenge can often power people to unexpected victories. He struck the evil creature, but couldn't do much impact, for he hadn't struck with the right part of the blade. He fought with a renewed strength, anger surging through his mind, and fueling his speed. Everything he was angry with came back to him once again. He wanted revenge. Revenge for all that had been happening. For Frodo's death, for Boromir's death, for the death of all the poor souls of Middle-Earth, and for all those that this wicked spawn of Ungoliant had killed without any warning, without any cause. Of course, it wasn't easy for him, with all the cobwebs. After all, it was Shelob's home turf, but he tried. Thinking one last time of revenge, with all his might, Sam struck the spider, who wailed out in agony. It gave a deep hiss, and retreated once more into the dark. That is when the disaster came. He had made a mistake. He had been so relieved with the retreat of the spider that he hadn't noticed anything else. He should have known that evil spawn would stop at nothing to win. Specially, when they are predators like Shelob. Slowly, he tried to make his way out of Shelob's lair. His arm was hurting from the sudden movements. After all, he hadn't been trained to wield a sword, much less, for battle. In fact,the weapon he had in hand was the one Strider had leant him and his companions at Weathertop. They weren't too sharp, lest they harm themselves. Sam's strength had left him, and every time he moved, it hurt like he was being impaled by a thousand knives. Suddenly, it hurt so much that he couldn't bear it any further.
Sam supported himself on the walls of the passage. He was clueless. He didn't know what was causing so much pain. He grabbed his arm, hoping it would soothe some of the pain. It was only then that he saw a massive wound on his arm. It was turning into a hue of black very soon. He hadn't escaped the fight unhurt. He had been stung, and it was taking its toll on him. He was becoming dizzy. His legs were starting to fail him, and it seemed to him that the world around him had become nothing but a blur. Then, it came again. This time, it hit him from the back. It passed right through him. He saw it protruding through his front. It had pierced him, right through his heart. He crumpled to the ground. Blood was pouring through his wounds, and the poison was spreading. His life was leaving him, but not his guilt. Every time he gasped for breath, his guilt would only grow. Every time he coughed and struggled for his life, more blood would pour out of him, until it lay in a pool around him. It wasn't usual to bleed when he had been bitten by just a spider, but it had pierced his vitals. There was no hope for him. His breathing grew more labored, and his skin was losing its color. The poison had spread throughout his body now. He could see himself dying,but his face did not have the peace that most souls usually did. Death was not the end,when he could rest in peace. Neither was it the beginning of much more. It was full of pain, much more than it had been in life. It was full of regret, for now, with his failure, all of Middle-Earth had sealed its doom. He had started shaking violently now. He shuddered one last time and then lay still. Forever.