Cloud Strife(): You stood up for pbs? OO Pox upon thee! Just kidding! It's okay. I forgive you. Hugs Now enjoy the next chapter! I'm so glad you're liking the stuff I'm doing!

In case you people don't know, here are definitions to some scientific terms:

1. Cephalothorax the fused-together head and body of a spider

2. Abdomen a spider's butt

3. Keratin what fingernails, hair, and generally claws are made out of

4. Pedipalps little arm things next to a spider's fangs

I paid attention during zoology class! Now on to the chapter!

Chapter 6

Voices

Billy, Fangora, and Rebecca walked down the bloodstained hallway. There were splatters and pools of red everywhere, but no bodies.

"Did you eat all of them?" Billy asked in amazement.

"Of course not!" Fangora answered, "I ate a heart or two and shoved the rest into the room in there." She pointed to the double doors to her left side.

"I see," Rebecca commented with a disgusted shiver, "I thought you said the mess was cleaned up!"

"I was referring to the bodies," she replied, "I dragged their remains into the room where I found the black wing."

"Is it just me or are you taller now, Fang?" Billy asked as they entered the conference room.

"Well seeing as how the T-Virus increases the host's size, I wouldn't be surprised." Rebecca answered.

"Either that or you two are getting shorter." Fangora joked with a smile.

"Well, let's see how tall you are now." Billy said as he pushed Rebecca and Fangora back-to-back.

"What's the verdict?" Rebecca asked.

"Well, she's as tall as you now, but you have shoes on which gives you an extra inch."

"And I'm 5'6"." Rebecca told him.

"So I'm 5'7"!" Fangora finished with an excited jump, "I'm bigger than Mommy! Right, Daddy?"

"Excuse me?" Rebecca reacted with a raised eyebrow at the thought of her and Billy having a child together.

"Our daughter's right, darling!" Billy said in a cheesy British accent while putting an arm around Rebecca's shoulders.

"What!" Rebecca exclaimed, pulling out of Billy's grasp.

"She DOES look like our offspring."

"Huh!" Rebecca still couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Seriously! Look!" Billy stood next to Fangora, "She's got a mix of our eyes, your gender, my hair (sort of), and my build (ish)!" Rebecca stood in silence and tilted her head to the side as she examined Fang for herself.

"Whoa! She does look like us!" Rebecca admitted, "And you know what's even freakier, Billy? You look like that singing guy next to the train!"

"Holy crap! You're right!" Billy exclaimed after he thought about the mystery man's face.

"And you know what's also weird?" Rebecca added, "You also look like one of my teammates: Forest!" Her smile faded when she remembered they were separated. She was so worried about the rest of Bravo Team. They were out in the open, fighting for their lives against the monsters that had so easily killed Edward. If they were separated from each other, they wouldn't stand chance. They knew nothing about Umbrella's secrets and they were so far away from the Training Facility.

"Enrico, Richard, Forest, Kenneth-they are strong and smart. They're probably sticking together like they should," Rebecca thought, "But what about Kevin?"

"Oh God! We left him in the helicopter! I hope he's all right!" Rebecca thought out loud.

"Who?" Billy questioned.

"Oh," Rebecca realized she said it out loud, "The pilot of the helicopter I was in stayed behind with the crashed chopper when the rest of my team, including me, set out to investigate the forest."

"Crashed chopper?" Fangora asked.

"How?" Billy wondered, "Was anyone hurt?"

"Nobody knows how, but we had an engine failure and had to do an emergency landing in an opening in the trees," Rebecca explained, "Everyone was okay when we crashed though."

"And what about this pilot of yours?" Fangora inquired.

"He stayed in the chopper for some reason," Rebecca answered, "I don't know why. I guess he wanted to stay behind and see if he could fix it. But he doesn't know about what's going on! He's so vulnerable out in the open like that! What if he-"

"Rebecca," Billy cut her off, "Don't worry about him. I'm sure he's in the helicopter, safe and sound."

"Don't patronize me! Even if he is, those leeches and dogs can still get to him! You saw how easily they broke into the train! Getting in the helicopter would only be easier!"

"Whoa! Whoa! Calm down, Becks!" Fangora advised, "You're probably right, but panicking about it will only makes things worse. If you're really worried about him, try contacting him on the radio." Rebecca nodded. Fangora was right. Rebecca already knew the logic, but somehow forgot just then. She suddenly felt like such a fool for not thinking of warning Kevin sooner. She hoped Enrico or somebody warned him a long time ago. She picked up the radio and pressed the button down.

"Please work. Please be okay, Kevin." Rebecca prayed in her head.

"H-hello?" Rebecca said into the radio, "Hello? Can anyone hear me?" She waited for a reply, but nothing came, "Kevin? Richard? This is Rebecca. Anybody there?"

"They could be out of range." Fangora suggested.

"Or maybe their radios are broken and can't respond." Billy added. Rebecca nodded before she spoke into the radio again.

"If anyone can hear me, please warn Kevin about the dangerous specimens in the area! Tell him to lock himself in the helicopter and hide! I repeat! Tell Kevin to hide in the chopper and try to make contact with RPD headquarters!" Rebecca put her radio away with a worried sigh. What was she going to do?

"I don't know how to get back to the helicopter or RPD headquarters even if I could," Rebecca thought while covering her face with her free hand, "And I can't even contact my comrades to warn and check on them! What am I supposed to do?"

"Listen Becca, the only thing you can do is pray for their safety and move on." Fangora answered as if she had read Rebecca's thoughts.

"I'm with Fang." Billy concurred while putting a hand on the cop's shoulder, "You can't linger on something you can't change."

"Sure thing, hypocrite." Billy's conscience told him.

"Just keep going with us and keep your friends in your prayers," Billy continued, ignoring the voice in his head, "You do believe in God, right?"

"Yeah. I'm protestant." Rebecca answered with a nod as she started walking again.

"I thought so," Billy commented, "You seem like the type who would believe."

"And you don't?" Rebecca asked as they entered the main hall.

"Never have."

"If God existed, he never would have let that incident happen," Billy thought, "If he exists, he's never given me a reason to worship him," He had never believed in anything at all. With the experiences he's had throughout his lifetime, he never gave a second thought about his atheism, especially after what happened a year before. Billy had tried so hard to erase the painful memory from his mind, but he never prevailed, "Why can't I stop thinking about it?" Billy shook the memory from his thoughts and regained his focus on the present situation.

"What about you, Fang?" Rebecca inquired as she pulled the bat wing out of her med pack, "Do you remember if you believe in anything?"

"I know I believe in something," Fangora answered while hopping up on the railing in front of the justice statue, "I can't remember what though."

"I'm sure you'll remember soon." Billy assured. Fangora stiffened when she heard something.

"Let me go!" the echo cried out. It sounded so faint and distant, like something in a dream.

"Did you hear that?" Fangora asked her comrades.

"Hear what?" Rebecca answered.

"That voice."

"I didn't hear anything." Billy told her.

"Sister." a different voice breathed. It was a man's voice that came from below Fang. She looked down onto the landing, but saw no one. She did a front flip pike with a twist off the railing and landed on her feet facing the huge portrait of Dr. Marcus. She kept hearing voices from behind it. They were a little louder than before, but they were still dream-like echoes that only she could hear. She couldn't understand what the voices were saying. They all said or screamed different things at once. Fangora feared for a moment that she was going crazy. All the while, she couldn't hear Billy and Rebecca talking to and about her.

Billy and Rebecca looked over the railing and watched Fangora. She was acting so strange all of a sudden. Was she losing it again? Did she hear something down there? Her senses were enhanced so much it wouldn't be surprising if she could hear what Rebecca and Billy couldn't. But what was the voice she said she heard? Was it actually there? Was it coming from behind the picture? Were there prisoners deep underground? These thoughts silently passed through Billy and Rebecca's minds as they watched their comrade stand like a statue, staring into the picture.

"She has acted like this before," Rebecca whispered to Billy, "Remember when she sensed the zombie around the corner?"

"And the centipede too," Billy whispered back, "I wonder what it is this time."

"Well, I bet that when we even the scales, we'll find out." Rebecca turned around to put the wing on the black statue.

"Fangora," Billy called, "Are the voices still there?" Fangora didn't look up, "Fang?"

Fangora got a strangle feeling from the painting that she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was as if it was trying to tell her something. She slowly reached out with her right hand to touch the painting. The sound of the voices became clearer. They sounded so familiar. Whose voices were they? Suddenly there were only three voices: two males and one female. One of the male voices was speaking Japanese, the other: English, and the female voice was speaking French. She couldn't understand the foreign languages but she had a feeling that she should. Fangora's fingertips were just inches from the portrait when she stopped and started to pull her hand back.

"Sister," the English-speaking voice said. It was the voice that made her drop on to the landing, "Beloved sister. You must remember. Please. Don't forget." Fangora started to get frustrated. Whose voice was that? Did she have a brother? Was the voice talking to her? Was it a memory of something someone said to his sister that Fang overheard? Was it the voice of someone being held captive in a secret prison behind the painting? Or was it a mystical connection between the world of the living and the dead? Fangora's eyes widened when she suddenly understood what the other voices were saying.

"Remember," the French voice pleaded, "Remember who you are. Remember us."

"Don't forget what we've taught you," the Japanese voice prayed, "Remember that we love you." Fangora felt a little excited that she knew, or better said, remembered how to speak Japanese and French along with English.

"Remember," all three voices said. Fangora reached out to the painting. She somehow felt like she had to, "Unlock your memories!" Fangora placed her palm over the painting and closed her eyes as a memory flashed back into her mind.

"Tranquilize her already!" a woman's voice ordered. Fangora winced as she saw herself get thrown against the portrait. She was battling against guards with tazer rods and scientists with needles full of tranquilizers. She was trying to get away from them. She didn't have her claws or anything, but she still put up a tremendous fight. She fought the same way she did when she went up against the horde of zombies in the dining room, except she wasn't as strong or quick in her attacks.

Obviously this memory took place before she was turned into a bio-weapon. She had a sense of pride and happiness in the back of her head. She felt happiness because she was remembering something about herself and pride because of what she was able to do without the strengths that the T-Virus gave her. A part of her wondered who taught her such advanced martial arts.

The sounds from her memory echoed in her head: the sound of her fists and feet hitting the guards, the crackling of the tazers, the snapping of a couple of the guard's necks, and her instinctual screams of fury. One of the guards shocked her in the kneecap with their tazer when she was in the air. Fangora screamed in pain and anger as she fell to the floor, gripping her burning leg. She tried to get back up, but the pain was too great. Her incapacitated leg kept her from rising again. Fang was frustrated with herself for letting her guard down. She struggled to get up and fight back with use of only one leg, but there were too many enemies. Fang knew this, but she refused to surrender.

A guard shocked her in the stomach, making her fall on her hands and knees. Then another sent electricity though her spine as a scientist approached with a needle. The shocks from the tazers made her vision blur and she started to lose consciousness.

"Leave her alone, you bastards!" a familiar voice cried out. It wasn't one of the voices in her head. Off to the side, someone else was trying to fight off some guards too. He was a blur, so she couldn't make out his face or who he was. All she could tell was that he was black. Was he an adopted family member? A friend? A lover? Or was he just another prisoner like Fang? Whoever he was, he wasn't trained in fighting.

The incapacitated Fangora of the past watched the man get shocked again and again. The present Fangora watched the rage build in her past self. She somehow found the strength to steal the sedative away from the scientist and inject him with it. She struggled to get to the man as he was dragged up the stairs to the centipede room. Some guards grabbed her and picked her up. She was shocked again and again as the portrait of Dr. Marcus, which seemed to have the power to haunt anyone, slid down into the floor. It revealed a long stone stairway leading underground. A scientist injected Fangora in the neck with the sedative and she fell unconscious.

The B.O.W. opened her eyes to see her claws out. Her right hand was still pressed against the painting and unmoving. The claws were tearing the portrait of Dr. Marcus as it descended into the floor. She was breathing fast and gritting her fangs. She looked at her claws and shook her head from the memory. It was like a dream. It lasted a few minutes when in reality she only had the flashback for the few seconds it took for Rebecca to attach the black wing to the statue and even the scales, which made the portrait open the way to whatever was underground. She looked down the all-too-familiar stairs, wondering if she really wanted to remember what happened next.

Billy and Rebecca came up behind Fangora.

"Nice work, Rebecca." Billy complimented, looking down the stairway.

"Teamwork put the pieces together." Rebecca told him. The two humans looked at Fangora's claws.

"Is everything okay, Fang?" Billy asked. He put a hand on her shoulder that snapped her back to reality. She faced Billy quickly with a shocked look still in her eyes.

"I'm…not sure," Fangora answered, "I know this place."

"What? You mean you've been down there before?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes. I've seen the painting open before."

"When?" Billy asked.

"When I was still human." Fangora answered as she descended the stairs at a steady and cautious pace.

"What was happening to you back there?" Rebecca inquired as she and Billy started down the stairs after her, "Did you remember something? Was the voice you heard part of your memory?"

"Yes, but there was more than one voice. There were many different voices all speaking at once at one point, but there were three that talked to me a lot."

"Do you know whose voices they were?" Billy asked.

"I'm not exactly sure. One of them said, 'Don't forget what we've taught you. Remember that we love you.' "

"Sounds like family to me." Billy commented.

"As if you've ever heard THAT from a relative before." Billy's conscience popped in again. Billy just ignored it. He didn't want to remember.

"One of the male voices spoke Japanese and the other spoke English. The girl voice spoke French. I understood what they all said too."

"So you're trilingual, huh? That's pretty cool." Rebecca commented.

"The English voice I think was my older brother." Fangora said.

"Really? You have an older brother that you remember?" Rebecca asked.

"Not really. I don't remember him, but the voice kept saying, 'Sister.' "

"Did you have a visual of the memory?" Rebecca continued her interrogation.

"Yeah. I saw myself before I became a monster," Fangora explained, "there were scientists and guards fighting against me as I tried to escape. Somebody must have taught me highly advanced martial arts, seeing how I was fighting."

"So even without the strengths the virus gave you, you could do all the moves you did in the dining room?" Billy asked, amazed.

"Pretty much, yeah." Fangora answered.

"Cool," Rebecca commented, "Did anything else happen? Did you recognize anybody there?"

"Not really, but there was someone else who was trying to get away. I couldn't make out his face, but he was trying to get away from the guards too."

"I bet he didn't put up as much as a fight as you did." Billy commented.

"No, but whoever he was, he was very concerned for me. And I for him."

"You may not have known him, but you seem like the type who would protect any innocent person, no matter what the cost." Rebecca chimed in.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Did anything else happen?" the cop asked.

"One of the scientists injected me with a sedative and took me down here as they dragged him to the centipede room." Fangora finished as they reached the end of the stairs and turned left through a hallway. The cement hallway was very dirty and came complete with a musty smell. The remaining working lights on the ceiling flickered, making the heroes wonder how they were still on. The left wall had a rusty pipeline along the bottom edge and there were broken power-boxes on some of the walls. Rusty pipes traveled the ceiling along with metal screening, as if the ceiling was a catwalk.

"I wonder what happened to him." Billy pondered. That comment brought another thought into their heads: Was the unknown man now a terrible B.O.W. that they hadn't encountered yet? Or was he like Fangora and still possesses a human mind? Was he a zombie that they already killed? Or a prisoner who was still alive in the hellhole they were all trapped in? They hoped against hope that he was still alive and well.

Their troubled thoughts changed to those of fear when they saw a long, thin, furry leg creep out from around the corner of the drafty hallway.

"That had better not be what I think it is," Billy thought out loud. A loud hiss rang out when the creature heard Billy's voice. It's body shot around the corner, revealing seven more legs, four pairs of big black eyes, and two, sharp, ten-inch fangs, "Where's a can of raid when you need it?"

"I'll take this one. Don't waste your ammo." Fangora announced.

The giant tarantula charged the three heroes. The monster was six feet long. The young B.O.W. waited until it was close enough and jumped over it. As she did, the tarantula focused on Billy and Rebecca. It rose up on its hind legs, exposing it venom-filled fangs. Billy quickly backed up against the wall with Rebecca behind him. Gaining some control of the intense fear that rushed through his veins, Billy raised his pistol as the tarantula was getting ready to strike. He was about to pull the trigger when the monster shrieked and fell limply to the floor. Its abdomen (the weakest part of all spiders) was slashed open with yellow guts leaking everywhere. Fangora's unsheathed claws on her right hand were drenched in the arachnid's insides. She licked them off her hand and sheathed her unique weapons.

"Next time you do something like that, jump sooner!" Billy advised.

"Yeah. That thing came a little too close for comfort." Rebecca chimed in.

"I already had arachnophobia and now I really hate spiders!" Billy exclaimed. The two girls stared at him blankly before they started to giggle. Billy suddenly went red when he realized that he just told one of his secrets, "Aw crap."

"You have arachnophobia!" Rebecca laughed.

"Hey! Shut up! Let's see you not be afraid of spiders when a black widow bites and almost kills you when you're three!"

"Note taken," Rebecca said, "After getting attacked by those things, it would be hard for anyone not to have arachnophobia now."

"Yeah. Hey, sorry I didn't sense the tarantula like I did the centipede in the first place," Fangora said with remorse written in her voice, "My senses were screaming at me, but I wasn't listening to them. I was too preoccupied with the voices and my memory."

"It's okay. We still trust you." Rebecca assured.

"Good," Fangora said with relief in her voice, "Because if we can't trust each other, the harder it will be to work with one another and survive."

Survival. That was one of the reasons why Rebecca found herself growing trust in Billy in the first place. At first she had no choice. It was either that or get devoured by a zombie and become a member of the living dead because she was alone and scared. Personally, she would rather die by getting shot in the head by a convict! But now Billy wasn't a threat to her anymore and she found herself starting to enjoy his company instead of just using him as a shield. He had a way of being able to make her laugh even when times were the worst. When Rebecca's situation seemed to be the darkest, Billy always jumped in with something silly to make things seem a little lighter. And of course, Rebecca couldn't forget how he was there for her when she woke up from the worst nightmare she could imagine. She was trapped inside a nightmare and Billy was there for her. She wouldn't know what to do and how to cope if she was all alone. She would have died hours ago if it weren't for him.

She was also thankful for Fangora. Rebecca knew that for one reason or another they would have to part in the end. Even still, she couldn't help but start to get attached to her. She was silly like Billy and strong enough to defend her against any enemy. Rebecca knew she should try not to get so attached to her because she knew if she did, it would only bring heartache.

She felt the same thing about Billy. Part of her kept saying she shouldn't get attached to him because he was a murderer and was sentenced to death. Rebecca never really agreed with the death sentence, but she was a cop now and she had to do her job. However, now she started thinking if she really wanted to arrest him or even should. She started doubting that he killed 23 people.

"Maybe he was wrongly accused," Rebecca thought, "I mean, the justice system isn't perfect and it wouldn't be the first time an innocent man was convicted."

Why did Billy team up with Rebecca? Well, he doubted he should at first since she was a cop. But after a quick assessment of the situation on the train, he decided it would be wise to risk cooperation. Besides, if she turned on him, she would be very easy to handle. She was young and seemed inexperienced and unsure of her capabilities. If he killed her, it would only make matters with courts and juries worse, especially since she was a police officer.

He was starting to like Rebecca and Fangora now and didn't even want to think of what would happen in the future. He just wanted to focus on the present to ensure their survival, or more importantly, Rebecca's survival. He didn't worry about Fangora very much. She could take care of herself.

He never really cared whether he lived or died. He never had a life to leave behind. He never had anything to live for. That's why he joined the military when he turned 18. He couldn't see what else he could do. He thought becoming a marine would make him do something meaningful and noble. He thought it would help to fill his empty and seemingly pointless life- that and his famous one-night stands. Deep inside he only used his one-night stands in an attempt to fill a hole in his heart that had existed for as long as he could remember. The hole made him cold, lonely, and angry. He preferred not to think about what made him so cold in the first place. It was what made him consider suicide many times as a young teen. But then he decided he'd rather die by something other than his own hand. And now in the hell he found himself in, all his enemies offered a worse death than suicide. There were two reasons why he wanted to survive now: So he could die a better death and so he could protect Rebecca. Sure, Fangora was more useful, but he served well as a backup.

The only thing that kept Fangora from turning her weapons upon herself was the desire to protect her only friends: Billy and Rebecca. Before she would die, she hoped her memories would return and her two comrades would be safe. She would refuse to give in to her inevitable demise until then. Right now though, she could only ponder about and fear her memory. She was much more focused now after she nearly got Billy and Rebecca killed only moments earlier, but she still couldn't help but wonder about the voices and the man who tried to protect her.

Before the hallway turned to the right, the three saw the beginning of a gargantuan spider web and a masked glow of light from the ceiling. The smell of rotted flesh entered their noses and made them gag. They stayed against the right wall and slowly moved onward. Everyone, especially Billy, hoped there weren't any baby spiders to deal with. Leeches were bad enough and they all hoped they wouldn't run into them or their human-shaped forms anymore. Fangora's senses told her there were more tarantulas around the corner. She could smell them and hear their faint movements in the spider web ahead. They weren't on the floor and seemed to be lying in wait for them. They must have learned from their comrade's fatal mistake when it charged at them. Fangora stopped a few feet from the turn and mouthed a warning to her friends of the suspected ambush. Rebecca nodded in understanding and raised her pistol in ready.

"Wait a second." Billy whispered. He put his pistol away and pulled out his shotgun. He cocked it and nodded. Rebecca and Fangora smirked and suppressed a chuckle, knowing his arachnophobia made him desire the security of a more powerful weapon. Fangora slowly unsheathed her claws and put her hands at the ready like a gunfighter ready to draw. She got on her toes and inched closer to the corner, ready to attack at any given moment.

She was about to turn through the hallway when she stopped at the puzzling sound of human footfalls. They were coming from the hallway ahead, which made no sense. She glanced at her allies to see if the echoes of the drafty hall were throwing off the calculations of her instincts. Behind her she saw that Billy and Rebecca weren't moving, and couldn't be the sources of the sound. Fangora was puzzled. If they weren't moving, who was? The two humans were confused as well because of Fang's stalling.

"What's wrong?" Rebecca whispered to her leader.

"Do you hear that?" Fang whispered back.

"Hear what?" Billy quietly asked, hoping not to stir any more spontaneous spiders.

"Human footsteps. They sound like boots. They're coming from the hall." Fangora explained, pointing around with her thumb. Billy and Rebecca listened, not expecting to hear anything. They didn't and informed Fang. Why would she be hearing footsteps? How could there be any living human calmly walking through the nest? Perhaps she was hearing something passed the web or back in the main hall? If that was the case, maybe it was members of Rebecca's team. The young cop prayed for this in the back of her head. That thought did pass through Billy's head and he hoped it wouldn't be true for his sake. He wondered what would happen between Rebecca and him if they did come. Would she turn him over and be hateful toward him? Was her cooperation just a fake? Billy forced himself to stop thinking about it and focus on the current situation.

"Something's not right. Be cautious." Said a voice in Fangora's head. It was the voice that made the girl reveal her claws in the first place. Fangora nodded to herself and focused again.

The B.O.W. suddenly heard yelling and conflict going on in the hallway. She quickly turned the corner only to see an empty hall. There were no spiders or webbing or even that terrible smell. The hall looked well managed and the lights were fully operational. About halfway through the hallway there was a metal door on the right wall. The conflict was coming from around a second turn. Fang heard a few necks snap, punches, and some screams. A Japanese man ran around the corner. His long, raven black hair was pulled back in a ponytail and his dark eyes fixed ahead in Fangora's direction. He was only an inch taller than Fang, but very good-looking and fit for someone who was in their mid-life. He was holding onto the hand of a woman around his age as he started to run down the hallway. She was 5'4" and had curly, blond, shoulder-length hair and dark blue eyes. The two escapees didn't get very far until the man was shot in the back with a tranquilizer dart. He fell to the ground and the woman tried to pull him back up and run. It wouldn't work out even though the guards were injured and slow from the fight the man put up.

"Naoto!" she screamed, giving up trying to run and pointlessly attempting to wake up her partner. She wasn't really what you'd call thin and pretty, but judging from a gold band on the ring finger of the two escapees, something about her made him choose her for a wife. Fangora could see in the woman's eyes that she was afraid of what would happen if she stayed behind to her fate, but the ring on her finger symbolized why she refused to leave.

"I have to help them! I won't let them suffer the same fate as me!" Fangora thought. She ran down the hall trying to get to the prisoners before the guards did. She seemed to move so slowly. She felt like it was difficult to move because of some type of resistance around her ankles. When she looked down she saw nothing to hold her back.

"Turn back! Don't go into the hallway!" the voice in her head kept screaming. Fang only ignored the voice. She had to help the couple. It was not only a desire to protect the innocent that drove her forward, but she felt some connection to these particular people. And the woman's voice sounded so familiar. Where had she heard it?

"No! Stop! Let them go!" Fangora cried out as she saw one of the weakened guards shoot the woman with a tranquilizer dart. They slung the incapacitated Naoto and his wife over their shoulders and walked back to where they came from, "Leave them alone!" They completely ignored her.

"These people were almost as much of a pain as that girl we brought in a few days ago!" one of the guards said. Fangora was getting so frustrated. The guards and the prisoners looked right at her. Didn't they see her? Couldn't they hear her? And she was still struggling to get to them. What was going on? Why was it so hard to move? She tripped on something and fell on her hands and knees. Every part of her body that was touching the floor seemed to get stuck.

"Something's not right here. What's happening to me?" Fangora thought, starting to panic. The guards disappeared around the corner again with the unconscious people.

"Billy! Rebecca!" the B.O.W. called, "Get over here! Some people are being taken hostage! I need your help!" No answer came, "Guys?" There was still no answer. Fangora looked behind her and didn't see her friends. Where were they? Didn't they hear the fight, her cry for help? Were they listening? Maybe they were too scared or something and were still hiding around the corner behind her.

"Screw it! I'll just have to do this myself!" Fangora thought as she struggled to get up again.

"Go back NOW! DON'T FOLLOW THEM!" the voice in her head pleaded again.

"I can't!" she argued back in her head, "I have to help them! I won't let them become what I am!" She pulled herself from the floor to her feet and traveled further on. She turned the corner and saw the remaining guards walk passed some dead guards and opened a wooden, old age-looking door with a rounded top. As they walked inside, the heads of the attempted escapees looked up at her.

"Remember us!" they both cried out to her. The man said it in Japanese and the woman in French. The guards didn't seem to hear them. Fangora's eyes went wide and she stopped halfway down the newly found hall when she recognized the voices. They were the ones talking to her before when she had the memory. Were they her parents? She could see some resemblances, so they must be. Were they dead? Was that why she heard their voices? Fangora really started suspecting so.

"In that case, this isn't real!" Fangora thought with shock and fear, "That means I just walked into the nest!" Her surroundings started changing back to what they were before. Everything was covered in spider webs and the door was barely visible because of it. The webbing was built and bunched up around the edges and corners, making the hallway look like a tube. She turned around and saw Billy who looked at her like she was crazy.

"What's wrong with you? What do you think you're doing? Are you out of your mind!" Billy rambled in a panic. Fangora was still in shock of the illusion and now seeing the real world made her almost in a trance. Her instincts were going wild with warnings and the voice in her head told her to move, but she couldn't. She didn't make a sound as another tarantula dropped on top of her from the ceiling. She heard Billy scream in terror and worry and call out to Rebecca. The huge arachnid pinned her to the floor, holding her wrists and shins down with four of its legs. Its eyes shifted around wondering where to start feeding on her helpless body. Her neck looked delicious enough to it. It would have smiled if it could as its fangs twitched before moving in for the kill.

For once, Fang is in trouble! This was a fun and long chapter and I would like to thank my dad for helping me out on the illusion thingy and for proofing (Which was also done by Kate.) Thank you all! Will Fangora snap out of it? Will Billy run around and scream like a girl? Will things be perky and random again? Will Fang remember stuff? Turn in next week for Chapter 7: Connecting Blood! And while you're waiting, go to Bye for now!