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‘What are you doing dude? She’s crazy?’ whispers Bimpe into Sarah’s ear.
'Alice?' queried Bimpe smirking openly.
'Yes, Alice, my daughter. Spiderfingers as you know is linked to the barrier that protects Earth from the gods. The God Hex. If the God-Hex was a product rather than a single deity then the gods could never destroy it. We called the plan Operation Genie Bottle. The plan was sound but something went wrong.'
'Quiet Bimpe!' Sarah shoved him to stop. The amateur writer in her desperately wanting, needing Hera's tale to make sense.
'Stephanie Tent was only supposed to distribute Spider's story along to the world but I've seen her...in my visions. She has inherited Spiderfingers' consciousness so grossly that the minions can track her. She believes that she has become Spiderfingers' avatar. If she dies, then the God Hex will crack. The gods will be able to come here and rule us.'
'What has this got to do with my brother?'
'When Spiderfingers' consciousness passed to Steph, Rooenn was passed along also. He...it should have been a non-threat in her brain but he got out. He's inside your brother. They both want to be celebrities.'
‘This is silly.’ said Bimpe under his breath.
'There are those who would kill for fame, if they could get away with it. Foley is one of those people. Foley invited Rooenn into his body. When Rooenn is done with Foley he’ll take you.’
Hara, she laughs. Return to her room? She has acted the part so well that even she has forgotten that it was merely a role to play, a means to draw Sarah into the game. She coughs up mud and worms as she heads to the lawn on the far side of Bellevue…
He stares in shock as he dry heaves, his belly forcing something up into his chest, he falls to his knees whilst gripping at his throat. His fingers detect the feel of metal beneath his greying skin, as his eyes bulge, his expanded windpipe spews out a long line of silvery links, a shiny gush mixed with phlegmy mucus – a horrid revelation for eyes that roll backward to face his brain. Foley is incapacitated, his body covered in grey skin and his palms jut out as his nails grow into talons,
Sarah Edwards dashes back into her flat with the umbrella from the downstairs pail. She takes a few precious seconds to acclimatise to the horror she couldn’t leave behind. The horror has escalated. In the short moments since her brief exit the warped event has taken a quick turn into a stark depravity.
Bimpe chained to the radiator.
Rooenn…and Rooenn is…and Sarah doesn’t want to think about what Bimpe is being subjected to, within all that smoke she can see enough of it.
S P I D E R F I N G E R S