AN: For anyone who hasn't read the Silk comic line from Spiderverse, she's basically another spiderperson bitten by the same spider as Parker, with a blurred sense of morality. The main idea for this was 'What if Silk was the main hero? And what happened to Peter?' This is the first thing I've ever written so please don't lynch me, I'm a big Spidy fan. This is also part of a bigger series being co-written by a guy called Valkurion, expect some Iron Man from him. Hope you enjoy and leave any feedback if you like.

Silk: Web Of Change

Issue 1: Once Bitten

"Crap, double crap! Why did I wear heels? Do boys even like heels? Stop talking to yourself Cindy and focus, you're late. God I'm so late."

Pulse racing and heart beating with a mixture of nerves and adrenaline, Cindy Moon runs through New York City like a bat outta hell. The weight of her rucksack swinging side to side, blended with her heels making this impossible for her.

"Screw it." She rips of her heels as quick as she could. Knowing her bag was full she throws them to the city's belly and continues to spurt as fast as her little legs can carry her. "I really hope a cop didn't see that. Doesn't matter almost there. Please be open, please be open."

As she dashes around the corner, she sees faces crowded together. Faces. That's all that mattered to her at this moment, proof that she wasn't amazingly late, that there was still some resemblance of time left for her to experience even as the morning drew itself out ever closer to the afternoon and unretrievable lateness, and she so desperately wanted to make an effort on this historic occasion. She starts scanning through the sea of handsome suits and delicate dresses. Where is he? Oh god please don't say he's left. Not another one. Panic starts to set like clay in the ground. I knew I should've worn my mums dress. She looks down at herself in gloomy black skinny jeans and a rough leather jacket, hardly the perfect outfit for the respectable gentleman in question. Embarrassment and anxiety take over as bodies cover every inch of her sight. Why am I here looking like a fool outside? I don't even like science.

"Cindy!" A young man walking through the sheep like the wolf that he embodies in the structure of his steps. This figure is the opposite to her, the confidence, the knowledge and understanding. She knew he was everything she wasn't and she was enthralled by it, always had been. Maybe that was why she had made such an effort this morning despite she was appalled by the stickiness and biological seal that science and anatomy formed in her young and adaptive mind. But then again, anything for the young and handsome vision that was Harry Osborne.

"Hey Harry" with nerves in her bone, her movement had been reduced to that of a lone tree in a light wind. The awkwardness had taken an ethereal grip of her concealed shoulders, forcing her to stay still in his powerful presence. Harry wasn't just a normal guy or even one of little note. He was Harry freaking Osborne, son of the creme de la creme of New York City and one of its most powerful and wealthiest. Harry was the son of the brilliant and genius scientist Norman Osborne, the founder of Oscorp and its commander in chief. Harry would one day inherit his father's post and ascend to heights Cindy could only ever dream of in the City. Maybe it was that which enticed her so intensely towards Harry's sphere of influence.

"Cindy? Harry looks intensely into the eyes of his date. "Why the hell are you not wearing shoes?". Cindy freezes as one word barged its way through her head. Shit. He was right, and now she felt incredibly out of place with her bare feet tramping around a genetics laboratory. And there he was in his business three piece suit and tanned loafers looking like a million dollars, made even worse by tie inscribed with a small Oscorp logo; Norman was already grooming Harry to go into partnership, whilst Cindy was just a normal thirteen year old New Yorker on a date with an above average prep, and she was now barefoot. Great, just great. Laugh Cindy, flutter your eyes and stroke your hair back behind your ear. They think it's cute right?, Harry would think so, well, at least if she wasn't laughing, fluttering her eyes while stroking her hair simultaneously. What would have been a seductive play turned into what looked like an epileptics worst nightmare. Not to mention the laugh. Oh god. Wishing she could crash her face into her palm. Okay make conversation now Cindy! "So…The sky's nice." Ugh Jesus Christ, I'd love to ask what is actually happening here.

"You have no idea what today's about do you?", laughs Harry. Cindy retreats into herself that little bit more. The confidence that was scarce, shrinks evermore so thin. "It's fine", Harry reassures her, offering her his hand is sweet accordance with the informal date they had planned, "follow me", Taking her hand quickly and sharply, the two weave through the crowd like ghosts.

What is he doing? Cindy tightly grips his, obvious but, lavish jacket to make sure not to lose his grace but the comfortable Harry holds on his steps without any signal. It was so quick and sudden.

"Hey over here P...!" Cindy's date was calling over a someone, a very dubious and unexpected someone, and she didn't quite hear the name. No doubt it was one of his friend's that she had not accounted for on this outing.

And now she was nervous again. Oh god no please not an ex. Double please not an ex, I bet she's beautiful, sexy and rich.

But it most certainly not an ex, unless she knew even less about Harry than she first thought. The person walking toward them was however thin, with his shirt tucked in too tightly by way of his tanned and handed down belt with a sweater vest covering the dorky checkered pattern; almost like he didn't know what fashion was. His glasses roughly resting on his nose and his hairstyle was a step from the seventies. Cindy could see, even if she would never admit it, she could see her own unorganised and rushed self in this boy however even she could see that compared to him she looked a million bucks worth of pretty. The two obvious friends lock body's like brothers in arms. I didn't even think rich people hugged, who the hell is this dweeb?

"This is Cindy" Harry shows his friend who in turn lifts his hand into a wave in such an awkward way the young and yet kind of cute man knocks off his own glasses. With Cindy's reflexes being as sharp as they could be for a teen of her nature she darts down and scoops them up in a pinch, passing them back to Peter's nervous and now slightly shaking hands.

"Thanks. I'm Peter, Peter Parker." The ball of nerves now ventures for a pathetic handshake, feeling the warmth of Cindy's skin and the slight static in her aura.

Harry realising that he's been left out for too long decides to involve himself. "What are you doing here buddy?"

Peter takes out an old camera from his pocket, most likely a gift from some relation since it would only ever be found in a pawnshop or antique store.

"You know, I wanted capture history in the making Harry", Peter smiles softly. Cindy looks up at Harry in bewilderment, in truth now she had no actual idea what was happening around them. All she had come for was the man to the side of her conversing with his friend, who serendipitously just happened to be there at the same time.

Harry knew for a fact Cindy had no clue what was happening on this day, it was a small game to the young prince, making her guess what the night held, so that he could retain control of this date as he had done on all of his dates prior. I'm going to have to ask him aren't I? Perfect.

She takes hold of his almost overly clean hand to grab his attention. "Harry I know that we're here to see like a mad experiment and everything, but-"

Peter is just unable to help himself from bursting with the excitement of sharing his knowledge, he had always been as such with everyone in his proximity; no wonder to Cindy he had only one friend. "Actually this is a demonstration of an existing new technology call neogenix and-"

"Oh look, Peter, it's time to move in for the demonstration." The wealth puts his arm over Cindy Moon, bringing her ever closer to him, to his warmth and crude aroma that clung to him like a cancer, just to make sure everyone could stop and stare in awe of he, the handsome son of the scientist and her, his date, his girl.

Now all are in inside the university and ready to witness the results from the world changing experiment. Cindy looks in amazement at the sure size of the room, the air of it and that of its occupants; the walls might as well be made of riches. It is safe to say that she did not belong here, she was so unused to this life, her background and this didn't relate at all. She was a simple girl, interested in simple things with almost no responsibility of her own. Her feeling of this had been amplified to great lengths as the only person that came from her world of living had gone off to take photos of the spectacle transpiring before them.

A greatly well dressed gentleman walks to take the eyes of the room, almost as a sage if you will. His confidence smoothly pours from him like a dark chocolate flooding over the audience. The women in the room melt for this man and the men want to be him. Cindy looks to towards the ring leader with eager eyes. Who do you think you are? King of the nerds? Even though she would never say it out loud Cindy would have to say the elderly man still had a charm about him, inviting and warm, like a song on the radio and then hearing it again and again all day. He was strangely familiar, like everyone could automatically trust him.

"Welcome. Well you all know who I am so we'll skip all that. Today we'll take one fundamental step into the vast expanse of human evolution" he begins, a smile already painted across his face, one that was befitting of his huge confidence and his extensive vocabulary that even Harry admired. "Imagine, humans, able to take properties, abilities, even the exact physical form of any other living organism on this Earth." Now that peaks even Cindy's interests, but how could any of this be a reality? "Imagine the human race, only stronger, faster, free from injury and free from age. With Neogenix that dream can be a reality today" he pauses, awaiting the end of the applause that had already erupted and engulfed the entire room, even Cindy.

"Now I know we're all eager to see the wondrous work of the lab so I'll finish up quickly. I'd like to thank Professor Stillwell for leading of the project and for being a personal friend. I thank the team that made this all possible and finally I'd like to thank my son, Harry, for his involvement, and his continuing support of me and my leadership of Oscorp, plus his input into Neogenix Project" the man was now looking towards Harry's direction with warming and loving eyes with his aged and yet strong hand extended.

"So from me and the rest of the team here at Oscorp. Thank you for coming and enjoy the show."

The crowd lights up with another round of applause and congratulations but Cindy just looks to Harry with the look of confusion and a shock. Harry looks back with a smug smile followed by giving a cheeky wink yet Cindy's feeling of embarrassment and of how little she really knew about what was going on this historic day was setting deep in her bones. It was another excuse for the prep to show off his majestic awesomeness. What made matters worse for her was that she was eating it up all the way, her knees completely weak for him, his strength and his position and his everything. Why didn't he tell me that this presentation was from his father? Norman goddamn Osborne was just in front of us!

Another professor walks to take the stage with nerves running down his cratered face. Cindy retreats into her inner shell once again, still in shock from the speech Norman had delivered. She was starting to relate to this professor, thinking about how this unknown individual must be feeling after the titan that is Norman Osborne.

"Hello. I'm Professor Stillwell welcome..." the man of obvious knowledge but nothing else freezes his words for a second beginning to play with his crystal white lab coat just to ease the tension in his spinal column which, at this point, must be killing him slowly. "Yes well some of you may ask what is Neogenix" he was already making Cindy fall to sleep gradually. Hell anyone could after the supreme performance Norman had delivered.

"Well, we here at… Oscorp, well we harnesses radioactivity for genetic experiment with this." Stillwell, giving his feather thin body a turn, holds up trembling hand with a strange looking piece of mechanical engineering. "The Neogenix Recomberater". Cindy laughs to herself. The Professor faces the lighting with pride for the masterpiece he'd just unveiled. At least this world changing demonstration was starting to feel more like some kind of pantomime to Cindy, which made her find the comedy in it as she did with everything, her sarcastic nature taking hold of her lack of caring.

"Now here we have a pumpkin," the assistants bring out such on his words, "and here we have a tomato" another brings out the very same. He holds the two fruits like they were the key to life itself. Cindy had to hand it to him though, he is in his element, fully displaying his passion for his project. He did love his work and that much was obvious, just his demeanor did nothing for him as far as Cindy was concerned. Taking charge of the head computer Stillwell suddenly receives his final feeling power and drive for the demonstration, for this moment he feels something he hadn't in a long time; control. That graceful feeling running through his veins only to be turned ghastly by the sight of the Norman. In the shadows, out of the sight of any other eyes but Stillwell's; Norman's stare smothering him, hunting him, forcing his weak throat to swallow his pride and crawl back into himself.

"Right. Okay, ladies and gentlemen now we will be using Neogenix publically for the first time", mechanical valves release and motors run as the mechanics are aimed to the rose coloured fruit with the pumpkin directly behind. Cindy, unable to resist the feeling her interest grow like a tree of knowledge. "We will take the genome sequence that makes the tomato skin red and insert it into the pumpkin's DNA." The beam of radiation penetrates the fruit. Its rich golden glow truly beautiful, the crowd melting in awe. The professor walks over to the still radiating pumpkin with an achievement simmering in him. He picks up his success with a grin smug enough to belong on the face of Lucifer himself. "Making the skin, red."

The crowd switch on with an explosion, even Cindy could feel the rush of wow. Unable to help herself, she jumps, claps and screams with excitement "Yes, haha Yes!" Forgetting that perfect Harry was standing just beside her, but this didn't matter as Harry's pride, title and success had all came through for him at once like a stampede of self worth. Claiming Cindy by the waist and taking her lips for his own. Cindy freezes up, her eyes in shock before melting into his warm embrace and kiss, losing herself in the maze of his warm and yet wet taste, his aroma and his cologne. This is greatest day of my… Arr! A horrendous pain impales its way through her small delicate foot like a scorching knife, forcing her to break her passionate moment with Harry and her body falling to one knee. What was that? Harry, feeling insulted by Cindy's sudden lack of interest in him turns away, uncaring that there is obviously more to her actions but as smart as Harry is, he had always been self minded.

Pain floods into her being like a virus attacking her from the inside. Looking to the chilled floor, she notices a spider radiating with a dim golden brilliance, crawling along the floor weakly, like it was dying. Why's it glowing like that? Is it radioactive? The room begins to spin in her head like a terrifying whirlwind, illness and weakness all concerning her at once, before passing out into the ground.

Four Years Later

Am I bad person? Did I do this? A figure crouched like a hunter in the shadows of the roof of a old warehouse hearing the sound of her city crying, screaming, begging of mercy. I could of stopped this, I've been gone too long and I think time I corrected that. The figure is released from the dark, rising to glow of the moon.

Flickering flashes of red and blue light and the pricing sound of the sharp sirens flood the air outside the Midtown High School. Bodies fill the surroundings, taking cover behind the vehicles, guns out, armed and ready for a firefight. "Kasady this is the police! We have the building surrounded! Come out now and nobody gets hurt!" The highest ranking officer on the scene barks into a loudspeaker, tuned high enough to pierce through the rest of the noise.

Laughter tears it's way into the officers' ears, it's insanity echoing from inside the fortress school. "Nobody gets hurt? What fun would that be?" A deranged and stir crazy cackle rings from inside. From a window on the second floor the disembodied voice tosses a grenade; it explodes spectacularly between two blue and white New York Police Department cars, taking them out in merciless flames. The horde of police cower and are ordered back several feet for their own safety. This isn't going to be easy at all.

A young female officer runs over to a particular male officer standing with a heavily armed squad in confidence. "Detective Stacy. It's Kasady" she reports with a stout nod.

"This needs to end quickly before civilians get in the crossfire" he responds. Stacy, seeing the black suit and fear staining her face, the dread of what she was witnessing, knows she was right, this carnage needs to end. "Right. I'll need a distraction in about a minute."

Her hand holds out a weapon shaking in complete fear. "Is it true? The things he's done?" The Detective replies with a stare holding personal experience in his eyes with this particular individual. Seeing him answer in a face that could tell a thousand tales, her heart drops along with her crown, down in shock and disgust. "God. He's not man he's a monster"

"No. He's a criminal" the aged detective replies to her stark statement.

Stacy places his work hardened yet warm hearted hand gently on her shivering shoulder. The young officer pulls herself together in front of this well respected legend and replies with a sharp nod.

"Be careful guys, you know Kasady loves to make a example of us" he rallies the nearby officers. The Detective looks to his followers with leadership, to see respect looking right back at him from all angles.

"Alright men; get a perimeter up and get SWAT here as soon as possible. In the meantime we're taking that bastard down the old fashioned way."

The team run around to back of the believed to be at this time uninhibited school, taking formation. A cushing explosion comes from the front of the building. "That's our distraction, move in!"

Kicking the door down the team move in, this isn't nothing they haven't done before, each one of them knowing this is the job taking out monsters like Kasady. "Safeties off for this one boys" Stacy instructs the incursion team, he has no time to play cat and mouse with someone as insane as Cletus Kasady.

Running up the steps all locked and loaded the forces reach a coldly unlit hallway filled with unreplaced decaying doors and rusting lockers. It didn't matter who you were there was something skin crawling about the silence and past life, of this so very important yet unimportant building.

A pricing sound of a terrified scream runs down hall to greet them. The officers sharpen to the sound. Stacy's keen ears and sharpened reflexes trickle to the acoustics of the tones, he'd already done this many times.

"Men this is now a hostage situation. Keep focused and on the lookout for civilians Kasady will be unpredictable" again he instructs with his bold bluster in sharp contrast to the overbearing essence of fear from the cops. Stacy Leads the squad firmly to a door with a tight command.

A cry forcing its way out through fingers then continuing its way to the Detective's ears, coming for the door just to their left. "Daddy!" Such a familiar voice shrieking through the hallway, the sound of his daughter screaming for her detective father to come save her from the maniacal pyromaniac

George Stacy eyes explode in fear "Gwen" he whispers, save giving away their position, he isn't just racing to book another arrest, now he races to save his own daughter.

The cry for help is quickly cut short, as another wishes to communicate with scaring laughter. "Careful boys, wouldn't want to startle me. I just might end up making a mess over here. Now bring Old Man Georgy in if you would be so kind, alone!"

This is a tight space to be in. They all know he would kill her if they didn't follow his instructions and above all George Stacy knows.

"Stand down men!" His mask of duty and leadership had been removed, what is underneath is the face of a father. His men look to him with doubt and a lack of confidence.

"Please. She's my daughter" he breathes into the open space, hoping his words carry to the madman with the weapon. Only out of respect and understanding do the men lower their weapons. The father walks his path of judgment to the thick oak door near the end of the corridor, the men waiting for orders next.

Placing his hand on its smooth yet ice chilled handle, even he could notice the nerves focusing in on his hand to shake ever so slightly, weighing the odds of the situation. Kasady, his daughter and a gun. He knew how quick this could go south but he was willing to take the risk, for his daughter he was willing to do anything, so he continues to anxiously open and walk through the back hole like doorway.

The hairs on the back of his neck start to rise with the cruel stinging texture in the air. For what he could visualise in darkness, the room looked empty. Continuing slowly to voyage into the center like a werey wild animal.

A weep slightly comes to life to be mercilessly cut down by the raw of the great oak door slamming shut.

"Mr Stacy, so glad you could make it, parents evening has started" the maniac breathes down the old detective's throat. Slithering out of the twilight with a terrified seventeen year old girl's throat in one hand and gleaming Magnum in the other. "I'm afraid that little Gwen here has been very good indeed, not doing too well in following her father's footsteps now isn't she? If you know what I mean?"

"Daddy please" with innocent blue eyes soaking with tears Gwen desperately cries out for her father.

The parent to the hostage feeling a plague of powerlessness infecting him as he watches this lunatic move his cracking lips closer to his little girl's creamy cheeks as he takes a sniff of her hair tied back blonde hair. "Give her to me. Please, Cletus"

"Would you like her skinned or diced and sliced? Please!..Be more specific George" he looks to his foe and smiles, such a simple thing causing Stacy the most fearful moment of his life. That soulless grin, sleep hunting.

"Aww don't be so sad old man. I'll let her go soon, that's the point but before the show can begin, you have tell your friends they're not invited to this party" snarling the sound, as he carelessly runs the gun barrel though his red flame hair.

"Oh and I have all the security cameras of this dump streaming right here" the madman makes a crooked laugh and opens up a laptop screen displaying the cautiously waiting officers.

"So I'll know if they do and if they don't, well, I'd love to give this pretty lady a makeover." He pushes the icy gun barrel to the smooth rosewood like flesh that is her cheek. "Shhh, baby it's ok, don't be scared, you're mother did that, whimpered like a doe. Pathetic, didn't end well for her, did it daddy?"

Stacy's anger and hate infects his judgment like virus as he watches his daughter eyes swell with tears. That shaming acknowledgement deep down of realising if he was given the chance in this moment, he'd take this man life. Looking upon this freakshow in overwhelming horror, trying not to believe how familiar this sight is.

"I've had a long time to imagine this dance Georgy. We've always been a house on fire you and..." Kasady's twisted and deformed words gradually begin mute as Stacy's attention is obtained by another.

What is that?

Shadows begin to dance behind the psychopath. The ceiling seems to hold something in its darkness, no real shape to the twilight seeded in it, almost in hiding it. Whatever the hidden charade was, no one could know how long it had been in this room, it was certainly watching them. Stacy is the only witness to this demonic like void above Kasady's head causing words to begin to fall on deaf ears. The Detective begins to observe closer but subtly, save giving himself away, the darkness gently repositioning itself for something unknown to all. After a small flick, Stacy observantly spots the four limbs to signify human.

That very instant Stacy finds himself looking into unreadable chestnut eyes. Eyes with weight, with past and with a burden. Before the detective makes sense as to why there would and could someone stare at him from the ceiling. It sends a signal with its mysterious eyes. Down? In that second the momentum of this deformed situation excels in to carnage, with pouncing from the roof, like a spider to its prey it lands behind the insane, revealing itself to be a she, slivering her silk dressed arm between Kasady and his entertainment.

The figure flashes in couple of solid shots before the maniac could even react. Now the savior had warmed up a primal side had clawed out, attack after attack like a brakeless train aggressively disarming him. She keeps coming at him using techniques with a definite martial arts origin before having her rhythm cut by the sound of spain chilling laughter.

The Detective, now keeping low to Gwen guarded by his protecting arms, watching the two titans square off. The young defender stands ready in her bizarrely misty white suit, wrapped tight to her pale flesh, the texture looking unusual, like woven silk in the distorted light. The identity of this female hidden behind a white face mask of sort, concealing the entire space from the bottom of the chin to the short and petite nose, along the smooth jawline too.

"Wow!" Kasady cries out. "Well I can safely say, I did not see that coming" Kasady runs his skeleton like hand dramatically down the sharp features of his bleeding and cracked face.

"You showed me yours, it's only good manners for me to show you mine" he follows, releasing a mangled smile with blood swelling in his mouth; in personal preference the demented personality allows the pool escape though his decomposed teeth. With a lift of his shirt Kasady announces his finale with showmanship. "Okay class! Anyone recognise this?" He giggles to himself as the words retreat from his mouth. "Now remember, no shouting out, hands up."

The Stacy fear drops into dread, holding Gwen ever so tightly. "That's home made explosives? Kasady You Can't!"

The madman overjoys in the fact that he is about to murder everything, including himself, right here, right now on this forsaken night of freak shows. "Correctamente little pops and in just thirty seco-"

"-Thanks for the heads up sweetie" the woman in silk shoots a vine of web of out fingertips pulling explosives of waste from his chest into her grasp before fearlessly jumping out window.

Stacy, wasting not a second, darts for Kasady's gun and proceeds to beat the scumbag down to the ground before calling in for some back up. Even though defeated, Stacy is still looking in the eyes of a freakshow that sold out. "It matters not Daddy, there's no way she'll get far enough away. We're all gonna go kaboomy!" He barks, followed by a cackle as if it were made of signing cats from his terrible lungs.

Rush and speed work their way through Silk's mindset. As her light young body scales the side of the school like a spider to its roof. Must go faster, must go faster. The bomb in her hand ticking away really beginning to remind her of the true horrific outcome should she fail. This much explosive material will take out the whole building. I'll get far enough to… Pausing in her thoughts Silk looks to the above inhabited with wonder. The sky? Taking a glimpse to the clock timer on the bomb to witness twelve seconds until detonation staring right back at her in dreadful red. Taking a scan for two similar sized buildings to get her high enough into the air, far enough for the detonation of the bomb to leave the high school unscathed. They'll do.

With her targets found she uses her strength to super jump from the roof to two abandoned warehouses and race up the gritty, rough walls at incredible speeds like a wild animal chasing its prey. Feeling the rush bullet through her vines like a storm as she shoots them out from her fingertips towards the tips of the building to slingshot herself upward. The lives of people, even her own on the edge of a knife, would and should feel terrifying but yet couldn't stop her, as it came with the feeling of freedom and worth. If she told you she did this just to help people this night, she'd be lying. Firing a thick web between the building, she exits onto the edge with a explosive in one hand and fate of many lives in the other. God I hope this works. The doubt manifests in her gut but nevertheless propels herself to the edge by dropping from the its grip. The air hastens past her as she accelerates through the cold and bitter air like a flying knife, her momentum crashing into the web she'd previously prepared. Using her weight and velocity to slingshot the bomb into the empty air above but just short of time, the explosion taking out the peaks of buildings in glorious flame and light. Silk in quick thinking dives through the warehouse window to escape the tumbling mass, the heat of the crudely prepared explosion scorching the web of her suit around the back and searing it from her, exposing bare skin almost down to her pelvis.

"This time Kasady, you ain't getting out" Stacy remarks with a stout cigar dropping from his teeth to the floor as he finishes, like the detective bombshell he always had been; and cool as a cucumber.

Kasady's madness had been put into handcuffs as a swarm of officers escort the one man to the rear of a heavy armored SWAT van. An officer looks to his fellow partner with the doubt of what his vision could inform him so he had to ask, had to confirm. "Did all this just happen? What was that thing?"

Stacy looks back out into the night, rain beginning to drop from the cloud bearing overhead. "I have no damn idea."

Damp flame fades on the top of some unlucky buildings caught in the blast, the heat fading from her bare back now as the chill of the night catches her, the night being the perfect cover for a new protector to watch the animal caged once and for all from the dazzling heights of what New York City had to offer.

Well that went well. She cradles her red stained arm as words make fun of her mentally. You'll be fine, you heal faster than most now, remember? Yay me. Her own sarcastic tone starts to test her patience. I think it's time I move on… Yeah move on. Turning her back on the won battle only she faces a revelation that would change everything.

That's not mine. She stares into the glimmering glare of a sliver web hanging from a loose pipeline on the edge of her roof. Strange. She was positive she hadn't spun the truth stuck to the pipe like the web itself, and plus, hers didn't glisten. She draws in another breathe to keep her sane and stuck to the ground as the words fall out of her lips. "Is that really webbing?"

Light illuminating the apartment complex from the rotting street lamps. Standing in the glare, Cindy looks down at self now in what people would call normal clothes, so normal in fact, it was strange to her. Living in this simple look of skinnies complemented by a slim fit top and her long obsidian hair.

Like a being of clay she stands oblivious to the outside world as she feels fear for the first time tonight creeping its way into her. Burying her hand in her pocket she lifts out a key then continues to lift her weary head in ach, both physical and emotional. This is the right thing to do, isn't it? She looks into the dishevelled metal, her hand bruised and gashed, awake to the truth that she was in no way looking her best. There were a million reasons to refuse this task, so many excuses to turn back the way she came in a blank state. I can't. It's not far. I mean... Suddenly deviating herself a stray from the path she believes to be right, to the path she had been fearing for four years. No. The only reason you won't do this is because your scared. Well it's time I faced my fear and, I really need to stop talking to myself.

Without letting her intellect have time turn its cogs Cindy races to the door of the apartment directly in her sight and guides the key into its lock, from that moment, it was as if Cindy's energy and courage and been leeched from her heart. Taking deep breaths, she places the weight of her hand against the faded door, forcing it lightly to open, delicately taking a step inside she can recognize the lack of care and love in this place.

Voyaging forwards down the ventshaft like hallway to the kitchen where a woman stands surrounded by drained wine bottles as she pours herself another glass before noticing the young woman in her house. Her hand loses its grip as the strength is softly ripped from her at the sight of Cindy Moon before her. The glass glides to the ground like a gentle song through the air before shattering the silence.

"Cindy?"

Cindy gazes into her eyes with heat and damp around them. Her lips shake with emotion as they faintly open. "Hi Mom."