Spider-Woman.

The Hunt for the Killer of the Streets.


Was the headline as Jessica read from the newspaper, a frown on her face as she read enough of the paper to glean how different this killer was. According to the police, this killer didn't discriminate between different coloured people, ages, heights, weights, or genders. All the police did know was that the killer struck at random, and didn't leave a mark on the body.

That was the most significant part of the whole story, because it mentioned a similar case fifty years before. A family in Little Hangleton, called Riddle, who were found dead the same way, without a mark on the bodies. Jessica, having eavesdropped on more than one order meeting knew Lord Voldemort had once gone by the name of Riddle, and he himself had killed his family in Little Hangleton.

So the killer was magical, Jessica deduced that much, it was obvious. But who and why would they do it? It couldn't be a death eater, they were all dead, and Jessica had made sure of that. Was it some witch or wizard who'd decided to go on alone on a war against muggles?

Possible, and a nicer possibility than a magical war.

Dressed in a leather trench coat, Jessica went looking for the killer. She could've left it for the police, but if the killer was magical, then the matter was serious. Jessica had plans in the muggle world, and those plans meant she be left alone by the magical world, and if a witch or wizard was killing people then her plans were in jeopardy. Slipping through a crowd, it was easy for the young woman to enter an alleyway between two buildings. Jessica looked up, and leapt into the air, her hands touching the sides of the wall.

She didn't fall off.

She was clinging to the wall. Jessica smirked as she started climbing. She didn't need any kind of climbing gear to climb up, and her speed and agility as she climbed would put pay to the theory, if anyone saw her, she was using some sort of suction cup.

Jessica was a metawitch, a human witch with a power that mimicked a property of an animal. In Jessica's case, a spider. She had the agility and reflexes of a spider, the wall crawling too, she was superhumanly stronger than a woman her age and build, and she could spin webs. One of Jessica's most unique powers was her ability to sense danger, a sense Luna had noticed before Voldemort waltzed into the Great Hall at Hogwarts.

When she reached the top of the building, Jessica shot out a web line from her finger, and she swung across the city before shooting out a new one from a different hand. Jessica had no real reason to be afraid, she'd practiced this at home around Potter Manor, where she'd practiced when she was 6 years old.

As she swung across the city, Spider-woman used her keen eyesight and senses to see if there was a magical killer down there.


The magical walked through the crowd, lip curling on her face as she had to walk through the throng of muggles. Filthy creatures! And yet, as her curly brown hair touched her pale white skin, next to her ruby red lips...she remembered when she had been a child. How her mother and father, also muggles, had raised her. The thought of her childhood, happy and loving as it was in the arms of her parents, and yet painful when at school raised its ugly head when she thought about the magical world.

Part of her loved the magical world, how a spell could change your life for good or bad. When she'd received her Hogwarts letter, the woman had been shocked and then elated when the Hogwarts professor had arrived, cast a spell and proved to her and her parents without a shadow of doubt magic existed. Then everything spiraled out of control. With the death of Lord Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic, and Albus Dumbledore, had decided to implement a scheme that was, as the old shit was so fond of saying 'it was for the Greater good,' though in this case the greater good meant the magical world worked you over with potions and legilimency scans to bring out your darkest impulses. Dumbledore himself, often seen as a champion of muggle borns everywhere, decided that in the future all muggle borns would be put into this training regime to make a die hard order of witches and wizards fanatical enough to obey his law. The witch had escaped, many of her fellows had not.

The idea was simple; if you have a witch or wizard, preferably muggle born, then you place them under mind bending and painful means of control, then you have the perfect soldier. The training the magicals had placed her, and a good thirty others, had been beyond brutal. Forced into simulation after simulation, against different opponents, some wizards, some creatures, and even some muggles. The training, combined with the legilimency and potions, and brainwashing, was enough to drive anyone to the brink of insanity, and the witch was insane.

It was all Jessica Potter's fault.

The witch knew she was here, in the city.

Living in a stinking prison cell, listening as her fellow muggle borns were taken away, and brutally put through the training, made her now twisted mind and body think back to the beginning of the end for her, and for the freedom of the later generations. The death of Lord Voldemort had made the magical world aware, after Potter had shot his followers with muggle weapons, just how dangerous the muggle world was. In typical magical thought, the wizengamot had passed a new order; the Order that would make every muggle born into a warrior, to protect the magical world against such barbaric weapons. Not every muggle born was captured; some were sentenced to life in places best described as concentration camps.

Dumbledore's hypocrisy sickened the witch as she walked through the city, her eyes following every move of every person, be they man, woman, or even child. She had looked up to him, now she saw he was nothing more than a pureblood fanatic like the Malfoys. The witch also knew better than to leave traces for the Ministry to find her, but she could not help it. She was a killer.

It was time to find her next victim.


Spider woman couldn't help but think she was barking up the wrong tree, and she wished there were people she could confide in, people who understood what being a witch meant, but she couldn't. The problem was she was only one person, in a massive city. That was a huge ground to cover, and she'd visited already the crime scenes where the deaths were reported. The police had been over them with a fine tooth comb, forensics teams scoured the area, but there was nothing. No evidence of the killer.

But Spider woman had something they didn't.

She knew the killer was magical, and magic always left a trace, a tang in the air, like a signature. And the air when Jessica examined it was smelling terribly of strong magic. In every case, the individual was tortured with the cruciatus curse, before being killed. Spider woman considered as she kept on part of her mind concentrating of sailing through the buildings, leaping off the short towers before landing on another. Death eaters were famous for how they used the torture curse, but if it was a Death eater then where was the Dark mark floating in the sky? Granted the magical world would have tracked it down, if it was a death eater, just to preserve their all mighty laws of secrecy.

It wasn't a death eater, she'd wiped them all out. All of them when she had killed Voldemort.

Just then, she heard a scream from below...

Next time - The face of the Killer.