The taxi let us off in front of a vast, white building. Of course I had to go with my sister because Emily was too busy sleeping or whatever she claimed to be busy doing.
Rebecca squeeled as we neared the entrance. We waited in a long line, Rebecca trying to point things out to me that she could see from where we were in line.
"Oh! I bet that's the panel that talks about his Spidey-Sense!"
I just nodded. "Oh cool."
We were finally let through the stuffy line and into the actual exhibit area. Rebecca pretty much dragged me everywhere.
"See!? Look at how many people he's saved! An estimated 12,789! And that's only the ones they know about! That's me..."
I shook my sister out of her daydream. "Becca! Come on. You've been staring at those statistics for about 20 minutes now!"
"No! Not 20!" she objected, but let me pull her away to another exhibit. She perked up again once she saw it. "Yes! This talks about the radicoactive spiders Oscorp produced!"
My interest peaked a bit at the mention of Oscorp. "Who was over the project? Does it say?"
"Um..." She slid her finger along the script. "Dr. Curtis Connors and Richard Parker."
"Connors..." The name was familiar. Before I had a chance to dig through the vault of my brain to pull out the answer to where I had heard that name before, Rebecca had bolted off again.
"Becca! Wait up!"
She stood in front of a dark wall with a large glass window. A small door stood to the side of it with a sign that said, "Authorized Personnel Only," and, "Danger! Research in Progress."
"Look!" Her eyes were wide as she looked through the glass. There were several spiders all lined up in a tangle of webs, each in seperate cases.
They looked like normal spiders to me.
"You're sure these are 'radioactive?'"
"What!? It's not like they would be glowing green!"
"Right. But I mean, do you think they would keep something that dangerous in a museum? They probably caught a bunch of spiders off the street and-"
"Oh but look! There's research equipment back there! I want to see!"
Of course she wasn't listening to me.
"Oh sure except it clearly says on the door that only specialized personnel are allowed back there."
"But I just want to see it really quick. I can just peak inside."
"It says 'Danger' for a reason, I'm guessing. Besides, it's not like they would just leave the door unlocked-" My sister had already cracked the door open to look inside.
"You said yourself they probably aren't even the real deal anyways, right?" Then she slipped into the room.
"Becca!" I hissed. I peered around before reluctantly following.
I entered a small room full of lab equipment and scattered documents. I found my sister peering at the spiders from this side of the glass.
"See!? It's totally a better view from in here!"
"We aren't supposed to be back here!"
"Hold up!" She squeeled in excitement. She unhooked a latch and slid the small panel of one of the glass cases open to peer at the spider inside.
"What are you doing!? Are you crazy!?"
"It's not going anywhere!"
I rushed over to her, clutching her shoulders to pull her away from the spiders. She struggled against me for a moment but finally resigned with a huff.
"You're gonna get us thrown in jail or something!"
Rebecca frowned, hopefully realising how stupid she had been.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Sorry."
I rolled my eyes then turned back to close the glass case. But the spider was...missing.
"Becca!" My sister had already trugged out of the room. "You lost a creepy spider! Becca!" I hastily looked around the floor near my feet.
I can't beleive her!
"Ow!" My hand stung.
I flung a spider off my hand with a yelp of surprise and ran out of the room like a madman, slamming the door behind me.
It was probably just a harmless spider. Completely fake; not radioactive at all..
I grunted, looking down at my hand. A small bite seathed at my skin. It looked normal enough. I sighed in relief.
"There you are! What took you so long!?" My sister smirked.
I yanked my sister by her collar. "We're leaving. Now."
"What!? Why!?"
"I am so done with you!"
"What!? I'm sorry I went somewhere I shouldn't have! I was just excited! Come on!"
"No! I'm leaving. And I'm the one with money for a taxi. So you can either spend the night here or-"
"Alright! Fine!"
My hand burned.
Rebecca and I stumbled into a taxi. My sister just stared out the window with a pout written on her face and her arms folded.
"Oh grow up," I mumbled.
She didn't respond.
Is the AC on?
It suddenly felt like I was roasting in an oven.
"Could you turn the AC on?"
"It is on," Becca muttered.
My forehead broke out into a sweat.
"Maybe turn it up?" The driver was nice enough to do so, as I heard the click of the AC.
I laid my head back on the seat as a sudden wave of exhaustion struck me. My eyelids threatened to droop shut several times. The temperature around me didn't seem to feel any less suffocating. I finally let my eyes close, sweat dripping from my face. I heard my sister say something about wanting to go back to the museum later on. I simply grunted in reply. That's when the nausea rolled in. I groaned, turning in my seat.
When we stopped in front of the house, Rebecca had to take the money for the taxi out of my pocket. I tumbled out of the car and nearly fell before Becca yanked me back onto my feet. The whole world was fuzzy.
"You okay!? Trish!?"
"M'fine," I mumbled.
She helped me inside the house and up to my room. Mom and Dad must have been in the basement.
"You sick?"
I nodded groggily. "I just need sleep." She begrudgingly left me at my room to let me rest.
Suddenly I was freezing cold. My stomach still felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. I leaned against my doorframe.
I glanced down at my hand. The bite was huge and swollen. I tumbled towards my bed but the world spun around me. The last thing I heard was my ragged breathing as the world went black.
New chapter coming soon! Hope you liked this one. ;)