Q ♣

The tapping had come from a refridgerator in a backroom, in a corner. Someone was alive in there, alive and calling for help. The detective tapped back, then called for help.

"I've got a live one here."

"Someone survived?" the Sargent. A nice guy, but a little slow on the uptake.

"Yeah, someone survived. They're in a fridge. I need some limbs to pull it out."

"Can't you just open the door?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and let the poor bastard suffocate just like everyone else. Good thinking, Sherlock. Just get some people in here."

"Right. The Diva's here. She's gonna blow the building." Great. The Diva's a stuck up little prat who gets high on explosives. Loves to blow stuff up. What's she doing here? "She's demolishing the building. Someone seems to think that'll stop the gas leak."

"There may not be a gas leak."

7 ♥

The darkness faded like a hangover. The Spider was gone, replaced with a burning light. The hole was gone, replaced by clouds and air.

"He's awake." The scientist. Too bad the Spider didn't get him. I'd have laughed.

My multifaceted eyes cleared, and I saw... her... an Α, a Female.