Hey Bitches,
Sorry about the last two weeks, I went on vacation and Dark was dancing with death per ushe.
Now back to what really matters...
-Twisted
Last night had been amazing.
Something they desperately needed.
She had desperately needed.
Unhindered time for the six-
She grins, all six of them.
She really hadn't expected T to join them.
For Faustina to-
Do whatever it is they did to swap out.
Had she wanted to share their stolen moment with her brother?
It was something she never would have asked of her-
Or would even think to ask.
It was the closest they'd all ever been together, and a memory she already cherished.
Something she never thought they'd have the time to do again.
It gave her hope.
Hope that one day things would be able to resemble something like that again.
To be able to take some time to relax together.
To bask in each other.
Appreciate what they had.
And the look on T's face when Gil and Deez presented him with a set of matching daggers.
Another memory she would cherish.
She wasn't sure she'd ever heard T reach that pitch-
Her ears just hoped she'd never have to again.
Her though?
She'd loved it.
Loved the excitement.
His immediate desire to test him.
But now that it was over?
The weight of responsibility was firmly back to hovering over her shoulders.
Today was the day.
The Spider's resurrection.
The day T, Beam, James, and Harry would be carrying out a plan when they didn't have the resources or location to do a proper run through.
And with every passing minute she was growing more worried.
She sighs as she pulls her eyes off the Isle.
She couldn't think about that right now.
She cracks the sword out of Big Murph's hand and catches her whip upon it's backlash.
"Fin be misleadin' is what it be." The large boy's gruff is softened by the underlying admiration, "ye be everybit a fuckin' Kraken usin' that."
"Aye," she grins, "wanna be tryin' again?"
"Oh, aye," Big Murph nods, "someone be needin' ta be keepin' ya on your toes."
She snorts, "then pick up your blade an' lets go."
"Be bringin' all ye got Captain."
His eyes sweep the crowd gathering in the street expectantly.
Everyone was just-
Waiting.
Whispering.
Watching.
Today was the big day afterall.
The day Gaston officially claimed leadership of the Isle.
He was so on edge.
Worried about the crowd.
He grimaces.
Or more honestly, the fear that had been keeping his chest tight for the last few hours.
He didn't want to.
Once had been more than enough.
Mortifying.
He would've strangled her for keeping it from him-
But he was too relieved.
Infact-
He wasn't sure he'd ever been so grateful.
Kind of hated himself for it.
It was embarrassing.
He was supposed to be the protector.
The guardian.
The Isle's sentinel.
Yet, he'd nearly cried when he found out he wouldn't have to be the one up there.
He was almost happy to hand the spider daggers over to Beam.
Almost.
In any other situation he would've punched James and Beam for the amusement that lurked in their eyes.
Assholes.
His eyes sweep the crowd until they settle on Harry.
He expected him to be just as delighted by his misfortune.
But-
He swallows his groan.
-the only thing he could get off the pirate was his concern.
Which, ugh.
You can just never be happy with anything can you?
He glares at nothing as his knuckles whiten around the edge of the roof he was hidden in.
Really?
His lips twitch at the exasperation in her tone.
T, you can't ignore me forever.
He scoffs.
Bullshit he couldn't.
Bitch.
Keeping him in the dark to teach him a fucking lesson?
Obnoxious, but par for course.
Having him convinced that it would fall on his shoulders though?
A shiver runs down his spine at just the thought.
Oh, come off it. I did you a favor. I didn't have to ask-
Beam to make himself a target? Yeah. I agree.
Ha! Told you you couldn't ignore me forever.
Damnit.
Fuck off.
Stop being so sore over it, lest I remind you how it could be you up there waiting to make a grand entrance. We need the Spider to be intimidating, not pissing himself.
He glowers.
It always came back to-
I didn't actually piss myself.
He just may have thought he had. For like a second.
But he hadn't.
Why did no one ever focus on that?
T-
He rolls his eyes.
-we all have our weaknesses. You've never been good with crowds. They suffocate you. I thought you'd be happy about this.
I am.
Then why are you acting like-
…
You're worried about Beam.
Tch. No.
Little liar.
He sighs.
Fine. Maybe a little.
Was that so hard?
Yes.
You're ridiculous.
And?
Adorable when you're uncomfortable.
I hate you.
Little Liar.
Bitch.
Oh come now, you know this is going to be interesting.
He sighs.
Fine.
It is kinda cool.
There's my T.
He huffs.
Cheater.
Hardly. I just know you.
Same difference.
How exactly?
Because-
T later- It's about to begin.
He looks to the steps of the castle he used to haunt.
He trains his eyes on Gaston as he walks out the ornate double doors.
It was so pretentious it made him shiver as he sinks further into the shadows.
As if he couldn't get far enough away from it.
His eyes narrow.
Should I, like dart anyone vying for Gas-
No! Absolutely not.
His eyes widen at her vehemence.
But Gil-
-will have our family to help him cope with his grief. Gaston made his choice. He could've declined the nomination. He knew of the risks. He might be slow, but he isn't that stupid. And his safety isn't our priority, so please for once in your life stick to the plan.
He narrows his eyes suspiciously.
That wasn't like her at all.
Not caring if something hurt Gil. Especially when it involved his feelings.
So why shut him down when he was trying to avoid the inevitable fall out if something happened to Gaston?
What else did she know that he didn't?
We have more pressing matters to attend to than you surmising my injunction on this topic. Namely safeguarding those already in place. If that changes, I assure you dear brother, you will be the first to know.
Yep.
She was definitely hiding something.
Surmising and injunction?
She was clearly on edge.
Sure she always used 'big words', but it was rare for it to be back to back-
With definitions only fucking Yensid would know.
But being first to know?
Now that he didn't doubt.
Fucking psycho.
He turns when Gaston clears his throat loudly as the murmur of the crowd silences.
"Citizens of the Isle," his voice was commanding as it carried to his ears.
Which was impressive with where he'd perched.
He anxiously takes inventory, several red flags instantly waving in his field of vision.
Great.
Less than he expected.
But more than he had hoped.
Not that it mattered.
Over his dead body was he letting Beam get so much as a scratch.
He might be an asshole about a lot of things-
Most things actually, when it came to the leaders.
So, he'd been floored by Beam's faith.
He knew he and Beam had a weird dynamic, one built from hard earned respect and a level of trust-
Trust.
He never thought Beam trusted him all that much, knew he'd never really given him a reason.
But he did.
Apparently a hell of a lot more than he'd ever believed.
Trusted him with his life.
He wouldn't fuck up this time.
He was in his element, playing one of his favorite games.
And which game would that be?
Watch and learn.
I only want the name T.
He lifts his brow at the exasperation.
Watch and learn.
He frowns at her silence.
What?
That's a stupid name for a game T.
He chokes on his snort.
Cause wait's any better?
I was a child when I came up with it.
So was I.
It's still a stupid name for a cat and mouse game, T.
You know what? If we ever meet Mal again, which I fucking hope we don't, I ain't letting you two near each other. I don't think my ego can take that shit.
Why? I think we would get along splendidly.
Ugh.
"-so under my watch and guidance I will bring this Isle into a new day!" Gaston pumps his fist into the air as his twin sons clap behind him.
Followed by a smattering of applause.
"And what of the rumors that you took out your competition?" Yzma glares over her thin crossed arms, "took them out after the three of you swore to a fair election."
Gaston frowns, "Rumors are rumors. I had no need to compete when I was the obvious choice. This is merely the act of someone trying to tarnish my name."
"Ain't no one makin' your bony ass leader, shut it."
Ha!
Yzma rolls her eyes before she sighs and looks away.
He frowns as he scans the crowd only to be pinned down by suspicious yellow eyes.
Oh.
He is not going to be happy about this,
Then he shouldn't have made the deal. He said a third of the Isle needed to support this. How could we gain anyone's-
Fuck off.
-support, if you stood up there terrified and about to wet-
I will kill you.
I will find a way.
-no you won't, your pants.
He nods toward the god before he points his chin to the castle.
Senior glares before he tilts his head in a disgruntled acknowledgment.
He'll live.
Yeah, you're dealing with the fall out of that.
I suppose that's only fair.
What?
His eyes narrow suspiciously.
Since when did she agree with him so easily?
I already explained it wouldn't be you.
So even he kne-
T!
He turns back to the castle just in time to catch movement on the roof's edge.
"Yo bitches!"
He grimaces at the volume.
Kid could fucking project.
But fuck if that wasn't a fucking kick ass introduction.
He smiles as 'The Spider' very nearly appears out of thin air before standing to his full height above everyone gathered in the plaza below.
Finally.
He can't help the smile as he looks over Faustina's creation brought to life.
The Spider, a perfect inverse of Mal.
Green hair.
Green and black jacket with purple accents.
The black pants he'd never be caught dead actually wearing.
The striking glow of green eyes that he could see from several buildings away.
"I'm baaaaaaaaack!"
The crowd goes silent as they look around, those quicker on the uptake pointing up until every eye in the crowd is on Beam.
"That's right fuckers!" Beam laughs as he claps his hands."Kneel before the one, the only, the rightful ruler of this shitty heap we call home!"
He's so animated-
His eyes widen in shock when half the crowd actually does.
"My ol' mother fuckin' dearest up and left us all high and dry, but I'm here to squash the petty rumors that I left with her, or died in that pathetic attempt to level the Isle. It's gonna take a shit more than a few quakes to take me the fuck down."
A lot of people in the crowd clap and cheer.
"And any one who thought I was hiding can suck my fucking dick!" Beam bellows as he slams the blade of his hands down near his groin.
Classy.
Faustina titters.
He's certainly setting quite the bar for you.
He grimaces again before he shrugs it off.
He'd save that worry for another day.
Beam was born for this.
Commanding attention.
Intimidating.
And his maniacal, gleeful laugh?
Pure gold.
He wasn't about to fault him for that.
For something he hadn't known Beam had clearly been waiting for.
"So hear me, fucking Gaston and your stupid pack of has been hunters. Hear me Evil Queen! Shan Yu! In fucking fact, hear me every fucking one! I. Am. The. Only. Ruler. Here! And I will not show you grab assers any mercy if you try to step to this!" He roars to the crowd with a piercing glare.
T! To the left!
His eyes sweep to the flash of silver.
But his dart hits its mark first.
The man screams in agony as a hand clamps around his throat before he sinks to his knees.
The crowd falls into absolute silence, backing away as the man coughs and chokes on his blood.
Black veins crawl up his neck and down his throat before he convulses one last time, foam dripping from his mouth as he stills.
Oh.
Oh? Fucking oh!? What the fuck was that? He demands even as he reloads his dart-
As if anyone would be stupid to risk another attempt on The Spider.
Which means most will think twice in the future. You're welcome.
You are fucking terrifying you know that.
You know that everyone we love is in this, right. I refuse to lose them. Any of them. And your ass better be on board.
Tch. Like there was any doubt.
Besides, think of how many people we just saved.
Saved?
How?
As I just said, people will think twice. Meaning anyone below a certain status will be more hesitant to attack. And we just ensured that everyone's focus will be on the Spider and off the ship.
Huh.
"I'm the mother fuckin' Spider you fuckin' idiot!" Beam yells down at the crowd before purple and green smoke rises around his legs, the colors swirling together before the mass consumes him.
Wait for it...
The cloud of smoke wafts away as if blown by a breeze, leaving a giant spider behind.
"The fucking Spider!"
The voice echoes around the gathering as the spider on the roof rears back and claws at the air with its front legs.
Woah.
His eyes drop to the frozen crowd.
She's performing perfectly isn't she?
"I have eyes everywhere!"
Adelaide swipes one leg over the edge of the roof.
"Many of you are already known to me, and your loyalty will be rewarded."
The green and purple smoke rises again, this time quickly obscuring Adelaide before it condenses into a tight ball and then explodes.
The fuck ya manage that?
A little bit of science, a lot of magic from Yensid.
Huh.
Beam crosses his arms over his chest, "The rest of you are more than welcomed to join up," he continues as if nothing had interrupted him, "it's about damn fuckin' time the desendants took charge! Down with the banished generation! Rise Isle born!"
He lifts his brow as a surprising amount of people cheer.
Beam is much like my Prince when it comes to rallying. He just isn't as distinct.
"And for those of you who think you can hunt me down, or think you can be a fucking challenge, bring it! I'll enjoy adding your sad ass sack to my web."
"See if any among you can survive my venom." Beam laughs maniacally before he vanishes from view.
Well he's certainly enjoying himself.
No shit. He grins widely.
He never would have guessed Beam could be so-
His brow furrows.
-Vehement.
His grin returns as he nods his head, yeah that one.
The crowd had been mostly silent during Beam's commanding performance, but as soon as Adelaide is gone from view the paralysis slowly begins to break.
"The Spider can turn into a Spider!"
"The Spider is a spider!"
It was chaos.
"It's merely a beast!" Gaston shouts over the din, holding his arms up as if that could somehow control the panic.
"Seriously? Kill it and you'll have my support."
"He ain't killing it, he couldn't even kill the King."
"The king wasn't a fucking teenager."
"Close the fuck enough!"
And then a single clap calms the rabble.
Senior.
He turns to the god with a grin.
"Ah," Gaston smiles as he gestures to Hades, "lord god of the underworld, thank you for the support."
Senior snorts and holds up his hand as he sneers, "as if I'd ever."
Gaston blinks, clearly taken aback.
Like he genuinely thought he'd earned the god's support for winning a popularity contest.
"Don't get me wrong, congrats on being the only beauty queen still standing," Senior claps mockingly, "but I mean, is it reeeealy a competition if you're the only one playing?"
Gaston's cheeks fill with air before he blows it out, "that is merely because they knew they were no competition for I."
"Uh-huh-" Senior looks Gaston over before he yawns and shrugs, "whatever you have to tell yourself big man. We're all castrated here, imputent in a way, no judgements."
Gaston glares at Senior like he thought he had a chance of actually intimidating him.
"But if you're done being ridiculously idiotic. Two things."
"Please, Lord Hades, how can I be of service?"
Senior holds a finger up before he blinks at Gaston, "yeah, no, I don't have time to fix stupid. First of all, since you insignificant mortals seem to put so much expectations on me to be some kind of, I don't know, god or something, I figured I would remind you that, according to the laws of this me forsaken place, the former ruler, Maleficent did set up her heir. Not that I care, and seriously, watching ants fight over scraps might be slightly entertaining, but, ya know," the god claps his hands together before he grins evilly, "you do you."
A sound like a low hum breaks out in the crowd before it slowly breaks into intelligible words.
Only to halt the moment Senior claps his hands again.
"Two, everyone scram while I have a chat with the Spider."
"That child is not the leader-"
"Did I fucking studder? Slip into old greek?" Senior taps the side of his lips mockingly before he draws in a deep breath, "I said fucking scram!" He bellows in a thundering tone.
When there's still no movement, Senior growls and takes a giant step towards the poor unfortunate person closest to him, making them scream in terror before they run.
It was just the trigger they needed.
He wasn't sure he'd ever seen a crowd disperse so quickly.
He flinches as he slowly makes his way down.
He knew where Senior was heading; where the god would want to talk.
Damn it.
No grumbling.
But-
No. No grumbling.
He sighs.
Fine.
Or pouting.
I don't pout.
Who are you-
What?
T- Behind you!
He skids and spins on the heel of his boots as he tightens his grip around his daggers.
What is-
Oh.
He glowers.
Great. Just what he fucking needed.
As if Senior wasn't going to be pissed enough-
Now he was going to make him wait.
T, whatever you're thinking- Don't.
"Herbie." Attila greets as if people weren't josseling between them.
He sweeps his eyes over the other teen, unimpressed.
"Attila."
Attila lifts his brow, "interesting show."
T… Be careful with your words.
He shrugs, "interestin' ya came outta your daddy's camp."
He grins at Faustina's exasperated sigh.
T! What did I just say?
What? You're the one who told me not to think- and then to be careful with what I say- What the fuck did you think was going to happen?
That's not what I said-
S'what I heard.
He ducks under a pipe before he pulls himself up through a grate.
They were lucky T knew and mapped every entrance into this place, else it would have been hard to be seen in the crowd and then vanish before meeting everyone inside the castle.
He snorts as he rushes up the stairs from the dungeon. At one point he'd feared this place more than anything else.
But now?
"You were great out there." He smiles up at Adelaide as she crawls past the door frame, "thanks for doing this."
"My pleasure. Anything for the little Spiders and their nestmates. Not to mention how fun that was."
He chuckles at the glee in her voice.
"Yo-" Beam rubs the back of his neck, "I ain't like, actually the one the God wants ta talk ta right?"
"Mate, ain'nah any o' us that lucky."
Because no.
Senior might find Beam entertaining, but no.
There was only one person the god had any interest in right now.
Two, he quickly amends.
The two just happened to be in the same head.
Beam groans as he looks over his shoulder nervously. "Great."
"Aye. Though I be ah hopin' T be smart 'nough ta do the talkin' in here."
Beam frowns, "wait, we want him to do the talkin'?"
"Senior enjoys it." He shrugs.
"Huh." Beam stares at him in disbelief.
"The god be ah havin' ah warped sense o' humor."
Beam crinkles his nose, "an the solution ta that is Shadow?"
"An' Shydow." He drags a hand down his face.
Beam grimaces. "Ah." He frowns, "yeah kinda see that one..."
Yeah.
As much as he hated it, he also appreciated it.
He wasn't sure he'd feel that way if it wasn't for the way Fasutina handled herself at the temple.
Who the hell negotiated with a god?
His Pirate Princess, apparently.
He'd been impressed despite his deepest wishes not to be.
And Senior?
He saw the way the god changed around her.
Teasing and taunting with T.
Bantering and negotiating with Faustina.
He trusted her, but he'd never hated something so much in his entire life.
Faustina being the one to interact with the God of death.
Fucking death.
"She do seem ta hold her own well 'nough." He finally grumbles.
Beam slowly nods, "yeah, that checks."
He tilts his head to the side as he watches Beam before his eyes drift back to Adelaide climbing around the walls.
Was Beam nervous because of her?
"Ya did real good out there. Both o' ya."
Beam lets out a strangled laugh.
"Mate?"
Beam clears his throat, "Yeah. yep. ."
"Ya really held it together well out there if Spiders be makin' ya this jumpy."
"Tch. No." He looks up with a grin, "Adelaide is cool as shit."
"Thank you."
"O' course." He nods before he turns back to him. "It's yer girl that fuckin' scares me."
"Faustina?"
She scared him too, but not usually other people.
And Beam, unshakable Beam, looked terrified.
"Fuck yeah man, she's all like shy and timid and kinda adorable- And then ya find out she fuckin' makes like legit poison."
Oh.
Yeah, that had been a shock.
The man who'd aimed a shotgun at Beam.
Once he saw the way he was convulsing he'd had to turn away.
He flexes his hands several times.
It'd been an uncomfortable reminder.
"I thought it was gonna be one o' the damn sleep darts." Beam runs a hand through his hair. "Then that."
"I don'nah be likin' what it be doin' none, but," he shrugs, "ya gotta be admitin' no one will be wantin' ta fuck with the Spider now."
"Tch," Beam snorts, "I'm jus' glad she's on our side, cause like legit bro, Shydow don't play."
"I be gettin' that too." He frowns before his attention shifts to Adelaide, watching as she spins a web in the corner of the throne room.
Her mandibles dripping with-
He blinks.
Was that what had been in the dart?
"Of course it was."
He blanks.
Hadn't he read somewhere that spiders paralyzed their prey to keep it alive?
But that dart had killed-
"My venom is very toxic. And I know little Spider was very curious if there were ways to make it faster acting."
"Oh, it came from you." Beam looks up at her.
"Of course. Little spider is venom sackless."
"Yeah," Beam pulls on his ear, "think ya fixed that."
"Good."
He quickly covers his mouth before a snort can betray him.
It was so damn hard to argue spider logic.
"What's so funny?" Beam rounds on him, "you're huntin'' her."
"Mate, ain'nah no huntin' that. I be lovin' 'er, but it ain'nah bein' ah hunt."
"Huh." Beam crosses his arms as he tilts his head and clicks his tongue, "that's- just, huh."
"Aye." He nods firmly before a sound makes him stand taller and pull his sword.
"Ya see 'im yet?" James calls out hoarsely as he rushes into the room.
He shakes his head, "ya be finished cleanin' it then?"
"Aye, no trace left." James assures him as he shrugs a shoulder with the bag, his eyes glued warily to Adelaide as he walks a wide berth around her.
He nods.
Out of all of them James was the most hesitant around Adelaide.
"Mate, next time we can be switchin' places."
"I mean, if you insist." James settles by them.
What was taking T so long?
He bites his lip as he looks around the room again.
The roof was cleaned-
Adelaide was half way through building a web-
He sighs.
Should they be worried?
He rolls his eyes.
When wasn't the answer yes?
"Look, I can be ah goin' out ta see what be what-"
"No." James glares at him before he sets the bag down, "Yer too well known. Anyone sees you sniffin' around they might connect the ship to the Spider."
"Then I'll go check it," Beam shrugs and heads for a window. "Be back in a tick."
"No!" He glares as he takes several steps forward.
"Don't even think 'bout it kiddo." Senior's voice rings round the room.
He lets out a sigh of relief.
It was so strange to be so glad to hear that voice.
"Fuckin' drop me- This is fuckin' embarrassing-"
"By all means, keep making a scene. I'm sure that'll do wonders for this little operation you have going."
T falls silent as the two finally enter.
"What the fuck-"
"This one decided that Hunny Bun Jr was more important than me."
Hunny Bun?
"And?" T scowls as he twists in Senior's grip, "he's gettin' away an' he's a bitch ta find."
His eyes narrow as he watches the way T fights.
There were a couple of people he could see T getting this worked up over-
And Hunny?
Hun?
Wasn't that what the Yu's were?
No-
"Ya be seein' Atilla out there?" He asks, hoping he was wrong.
"Yeah," T glares at Senior. "An' he's gettin' the fuck away."
Hades blows a raspberry as he rolls his eyes, "that doesn't sound like a me problem."
T growls as he lifts both feet up and brings them up to kick away from Hades.
"Ha!" Hades chuckles as the hood is ripped from his grip before he snaps his hand out, locking his fingers around T's ankle, "nice try Firebug. That was certainly new."
"Jesus-fucking-Christ," T grumbles as he crosses his arms, "seriously?"
"What ya be ah wantin'?" He asks as he takes an oh so hesitant step towards the god.
T got away with a lot of shit, that didn't mean the god would extend him the same courtesy.
"Well, first of all, new Spider. Congrats," Senior claps his free hand against his forearm, "that was very entertaining."
"Uh," Beam looks at T in concern, "thanks?"
"It's a compliment." T scowls at the god who was still dangling him by the ankle, "he lives for entertainment."
"I see." Beam says tightly, his eyes swaying back and forth glued to T.
"I also want it known that I held up my part of the deal, you be sure Arachne knows that."
He nods, "I will be sure she knows."
"Good." Senior shakes T again, "now, someone tell this cretin I am clearly more important than his petty feud."
T scoffs, "that's highly debat-"
"T!" he catches T's eye, glaring sternly as he shakes his head.
"Haha," Senior pokes T's forehead with one finger, "you're in trouble."
"From what I hear, so were you." T sticks out his tongue.
He swallows the knot in his throat as he watches the way the god held T.
People weren't meant to swing like that.
"Shadow, knock it the fuck off." He feels Beam step up beside him, "Soldier Boy's long gone by now."
"Ain't no use in pissin' off the god." James adds.
T turns to glare at them, "the fuck there isn't- He just fucked up my chances of followin' fuck face."
"Oh yeah," Senior rolls his eyes as he slaps his free hand over his chest, "I fucked up your chances."
"I had it handled." T snaps back.
"Oh reeeeeeeaally?"
He watches in horror as the god, his malicious grin showing off his sharp yellow teeth, stabs a finger against T's arm.
"Prick," T hisses.
"You're welcome." Hades glares, "cause I didn't have to save your ass."
"Tch," T scoffs, "I could'ah handled it."
"You really think I would have interfered if that was true? Me? I found that beyond entertaining, but then you started making real bad choices-"
"I was just try'na be polite."
"Oh? Is it polite now to let people stab you? I was unaware," Hades rolls his eyes.
"I mean, I let Mal do it."
"Guess we'll just make that our new hello."
"No!" He steps forward again, "no. T. Shut up-"
T snorts, "it's not like he'd kill me."
"I might if you keep this hubris up." Senior shakes his head.
T narrows his eyes as he falls silent before he lets out another snort, "That's rich comin' from you."
"Ha, you needed your 'sister' to explain that."
T rolls his eyes, "And?"
"Nothing, it's just adorable that you need your big sister is all."
T growls as his struggling redoubles, "I will shoot a dart down your motherfucking throat- Isweartofuckinggod-
"Yeah, not worried about that." Senior snorts before he shakes T again, "How's that head rush? Doing anything for ya?"
"Shove it." T snaps.
"Thank you." He shouts as Hades begins shaking T again.
"Seriously yo," Beam adds as he looks on in concern. "Shadow's a real fuckin' idiot, an' I don't think that's gonna help."
"So, ya know, thanks fer stoppin' Atilla from killin' him."
Anything.
He'd have said anything at this point.
Anything to get the god to put T down.
"Fine." T snaps, "I get it, thank you."
Hades looks around the room, his eyes even darting to the corner Adelaide was in, before he glares down at T, "I didn't hear anything genuine in that-"
"For fuck's sake-"
"-BUT, I guess I'll turn you over. After all, you've got deals to keep or like hell am I supporting this little game you all are playing."
"Yeah, yeah." T waves him off, "I'm not completely fuckin' stupid."
"Good," Hades nods before he turns T right side up with a surprising amount of gentleness, "then stop trying to get yourself killed."
"S'not like it's a goal."
"Then stay the fuck away from the Yu kid. Those people are crazy. And not that you need the reminder," he pointedly looks at T's arm with the torn sleeve, "but far better at fighting than you."
It was strange to see Senior being so concerned.
As if he'd legit been worried.
Or scared.
T rolls his eyes, "hadn't noticed." His voice drips with sarcasm, "An' here I thought I had the upper hand."
"Hence why I stepped in to protect my investment."
And then the god said things like that.
"Doesn't mean I had it any less handled."
"The lies just keep coming." Senior shakes his head before he tucks T under one arm, "I'm keeping this. Need ta talk to the more reasonable one and there's only one place that works."
"Fuckin' seriously?" T growls, "down."
"Does that ever work for you?" Senior snickers as he turns to walk away.
"Wait!" He hears himself say as one hand extends towards the two.
T huffs, "shut it Hook. We're deep enough in the hole."
"Mate, what ya thinkin'?" James whispers in his ear as he and Beam grab ahold of his shirt.
That was part of the problem.
He wasn't.
T narrows his eyes, before he shifts in Senior's arm.
Before he can see what T's doing, he slams his hand into Seniors arm.
"Damn it." T whines, "really hoped that would work."
"Firebug? Have I shaken you too much?"
"Yes." He, Beam, and James say in unison.
"Meh," Senior shrugs, "fair. But seriously what made you think a dart was going to work on me?"
T shrugs, "D made them."
"And?"
"I was hopin' it'd put your obnoxious ass to sleep," T shrugs, "I mean, no harm in tryin'."
Senior snorts as he takes the small glass dart from T and sniffs, "that's a choice," he grimaces before he pinches his fingers closed, shattering the glass into chunks that fall to ting against the floor.
"Huh." T blinks. "Good. To. Know."
"That nothing my Kitten makes will ever be as good as a god's creation?"
"You know what, you fucking piece of shit, you're the one who fucked a human."
"ONCE!"
"WAS ENOUGH!"
"It was an experiment in time use!"
"And it produced a fuckin' kid!"
"I didn't ask her to kill her mother."
"And she didn't ask to be fucking born!"
"No one ever does!" Hades shouts as he walks away, "no one asks to die either, or get trapped on stupid Isles, but here we are."
"Don't fuckin' flip the script-"
He sighs before he turns to James and Beam, "Be lettin' Uma know while I be ah followin'?"
"O'course." James nods.
Beam frowns as he crosses his arms, "Yeah."
"There ain'nah bein' no accountin' for god whims," he groans as he races after the two, hoping they could find a way to stop the heated argument before they drew too much attention to themselves.
But when he makes it outside and spots Senior in the distance, he finds T dangling limply at the god's side.
Knocked out or defeated?
He wasn't sure which one to hope for.
Finally, am I right, or am I right?
About time we finally got to the Spider.
What do you think? Did Beam make a good face? He certainly seemed to enjoy it. Almost like he's alway dreamed about doing so…
And, let's be real-
That dart though…
Who was expecting that from one of Faustina's experiments? I mean, T always said she was terrifying in her own right-
So, what do you think?
And what about that performance-
Anyone overly disappointed that T wasn't the one to step up as the Spider? Or was this acceptable to you guys?
We never even tried to write it that way-
And we did like seven different versions of this story.
On a unrelated note: Any of you ever forced to watch cocomelon? B/C honestly? Contemplating shooting my brain out. Just ugh. Our niece is fucking obsessed right now and just… No.
(Omg, Twisted. Dead. Just give it a few runs and you'll be nice and numb to it. -Dark)
Right, anyways
-Twisted