The Forgotten Years
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S through Z › Spider (2002)
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S through Z › Spider (2002)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,214
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0
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Shadows/Webs
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Chapter 3: Shadows/Webs
“Great. The fucking Shadow.” Shaking his head, the officer turned and nodded to the photographers who took pictures of the deceased man, getting him from every angle.
“The shadow?” said a younger man at his elbow. He nodded and pointed at the wall just outside the kitchen. Written in Bill Cleg’s blood were the chilling words: Here lies William Cleg-father, husband, traitor, worthless, pathetic, vermin of the lowest specimen on earth. Now he is where he belongs-in hell with the others like him-worthless, pathetic, vermin of the lowest specimen… Courtesy of yours truly, The Shadow.
“Guy’s been everywhere-all over Europe, the States, hell, someone even reported him in Russia.” The older officer shook his head and allowed the body to be picked up from the floor, then it was carefully carried down-stairs and loaded into an ambulance. The two officers followed, leaving slowly.
From far away, up above where no human eye was to detect him, he watched, a smile on his face, proud of his handiwork. He winced and touched his forehead, a reminder that he was not immortal. Smiling once more, he nodded and raced from one roof to the next, gliding across the England air.
---
The coroner had taken the body to be properly handled. The morgue attendant took one look at the body before he said “the shadow?” The older officer nodded. “Damn. After all these years. Wouldn’t he be old by now? Or dead?” The officer shrugged.
“I have no idea.”
“Sure it’s not a copycat?”
“Positive.”
The attendant shrugged and looked the body over. “Well, looks like he bled out, most likely over a several hour span.” He nodded to the wound in the man’s back. “See, the blade goes in, twists at a 90 degree angle, it holds the person down and the blood drips slowly.”
“What stops it from bleeding out all the way when it first goes in?”
“When the blade is twisted, it is shoved up then down again, making a sort of tourniquent that lets the tiniest drops fall.” He shook his head sadly. “Whoever did this wanted the victim to suffer.”
“He did. Greatly.” The attendant picked up the file and read through it. A plumber?
“Well, at least he isn’t picky.”
“How do you mean?”
“He went from Paul Reisner-a prominent doctor-to a plumber?”
The officer shrugged. “Assuming it’s the same man” said the younger officer.
“It is” said the older officer, nodding. “It is.”
---
It had been three days since William Cleg’s murder-three days and the police still had nothing. “Should we tell him?” asked Dr. Kaufman, nodding to Dennis. The young boy was making webs all across his room, they stretched high and low, from floor to ceiling. Dr. Gold, the doctor that had been assigned to Dennis Cleg sighed. She looked at him as he tied string to a bedpost and weaved it skillfully around the handle of the door, then back to the bed.
“I guess we could try. Police have no idea who did it?”
“They say it is The Shadow.”
“The Shadow? That’s rubbish.”
“There was a message left, same as the others.”
Dr. Gold shrugged and slid a key in the door, unlocking it. Dennis didn’t even look up at the two, he continued to spin his webs. Dr. Kaufman opened his mouth to say something but Dr. Gold spoke first. “Good morning, Dennis. How are you?” He looked up, his hands toying restlessly with a string. “Dennis, Dr. Kaufman and I are sorry to have to tell you this but…”
“Spider’s webs.” The two doctor’s looked at each other-they were used to Dennis and his ramblings. “Spider’s webs.”
“Yes, they look like it.” She looked at him and said “Dennis, we have something important to talk about.” He didn’t look at her and started to spin again, whipping around the room quickly.
“Another time” said Dr. Kaufman. “Another time.” The two walked to the door and Dr. Gold locked it, sighing deeply. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You can only do so much.”
“I know. It just hurts, to see them this way…”
“Why webs?”
“I’m not sure. He hasn’t said much, really.” Dr. Kaufman nodded and walked down the corridor, leaving Dr. Gold to look at her lost patient. “Trying to open your mind is like trying to unweave a web” she said softly. She looked at him for a beat and then walked away, leaving Dennis to his fantasies and web weaving.
Chapter 3: Shadows/Webs
“Great. The fucking Shadow.” Shaking his head, the officer turned and nodded to the photographers who took pictures of the deceased man, getting him from every angle.
“The shadow?” said a younger man at his elbow. He nodded and pointed at the wall just outside the kitchen. Written in Bill Cleg’s blood were the chilling words: Here lies William Cleg-father, husband, traitor, worthless, pathetic, vermin of the lowest specimen on earth. Now he is where he belongs-in hell with the others like him-worthless, pathetic, vermin of the lowest specimen… Courtesy of yours truly, The Shadow.
“Guy’s been everywhere-all over Europe, the States, hell, someone even reported him in Russia.” The older officer shook his head and allowed the body to be picked up from the floor, then it was carefully carried down-stairs and loaded into an ambulance. The two officers followed, leaving slowly.
From far away, up above where no human eye was to detect him, he watched, a smile on his face, proud of his handiwork. He winced and touched his forehead, a reminder that he was not immortal. Smiling once more, he nodded and raced from one roof to the next, gliding across the England air.
---
The coroner had taken the body to be properly handled. The morgue attendant took one look at the body before he said “the shadow?” The older officer nodded. “Damn. After all these years. Wouldn’t he be old by now? Or dead?” The officer shrugged.
“I have no idea.”
“Sure it’s not a copycat?”
“Positive.”
The attendant shrugged and looked the body over. “Well, looks like he bled out, most likely over a several hour span.” He nodded to the wound in the man’s back. “See, the blade goes in, twists at a 90 degree angle, it holds the person down and the blood drips slowly.”
“What stops it from bleeding out all the way when it first goes in?”
“When the blade is twisted, it is shoved up then down again, making a sort of tourniquent that lets the tiniest drops fall.” He shook his head sadly. “Whoever did this wanted the victim to suffer.”
“He did. Greatly.” The attendant picked up the file and read through it. A plumber?
“Well, at least he isn’t picky.”
“How do you mean?”
“He went from Paul Reisner-a prominent doctor-to a plumber?”
The officer shrugged. “Assuming it’s the same man” said the younger officer.
“It is” said the older officer, nodding. “It is.”
---
It had been three days since William Cleg’s murder-three days and the police still had nothing. “Should we tell him?” asked Dr. Kaufman, nodding to Dennis. The young boy was making webs all across his room, they stretched high and low, from floor to ceiling. Dr. Gold, the doctor that had been assigned to Dennis Cleg sighed. She looked at him as he tied string to a bedpost and weaved it skillfully around the handle of the door, then back to the bed.
“I guess we could try. Police have no idea who did it?”
“They say it is The Shadow.”
“The Shadow? That’s rubbish.”
“There was a message left, same as the others.”
Dr. Gold shrugged and slid a key in the door, unlocking it. Dennis didn’t even look up at the two, he continued to spin his webs. Dr. Kaufman opened his mouth to say something but Dr. Gold spoke first. “Good morning, Dennis. How are you?” He looked up, his hands toying restlessly with a string. “Dennis, Dr. Kaufman and I are sorry to have to tell you this but…”
“Spider’s webs.” The two doctor’s looked at each other-they were used to Dennis and his ramblings. “Spider’s webs.”
“Yes, they look like it.” She looked at him and said “Dennis, we have something important to talk about.” He didn’t look at her and started to spin again, whipping around the room quickly.
“Another time” said Dr. Kaufman. “Another time.” The two walked to the door and Dr. Gold locked it, sighing deeply. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You can only do so much.”
“I know. It just hurts, to see them this way…”
“Why webs?”
“I’m not sure. He hasn’t said much, really.” Dr. Kaufman nodded and walked down the corridor, leaving Dr. Gold to look at her lost patient. “Trying to open your mind is like trying to unweave a web” she said softly. She looked at him for a beat and then walked away, leaving Dennis to his fantasies and web weaving.