Posted at 5:56 am on Jun 4, 2014 by:
Red Spyder
It's either you or them.
After being trapped in the Gate of Wickedness for all that time, the concept of a city full of people almost felt like a foreign concept to him. People working, people having fun, people down on their luck and waiting for death, all piled within the city's concrete and steel structures which were covered with neon lights under a sky full of pollution. Oh yes, it was good to be back. Back where people once feared even the mere mention of his name. They might have since forgotten, but not much else had changed. They were still ignorant to what lurked in the shadows. But he would remind them of the terror they once experienced and force them to relive it.
For a while, the Guardian of Wickedness, Red Spyder, simply roamed the city's seemingly endless number of streets, taking all the sights and sounds back in. He ventured into several bars, having a few drinks at each. Alcohol had never tasted better. He browsed a video store, looking through all the horror releases he'd missed out on. Most of them sounded like complete shit though. Apparently he hadn't missed out on much at all there. He visited a couple strip clubs. Women shaking their tits and asses for him. He missed that as much as he missed good drinks and good movies.
During his roaming, he encountered other things too. A woman beaten senseless by a thief with a segment of steel pipe. Red stood in the back of the crowd that quickly gathered around her, watching as blood poured from her skull onto the concrete. The thief and her purse were long gone by the time the police and paramedics arrived. A man jumped onto the tracks in a subway station. There was no time for anyone to do anything about it as a train ran him over seconds later. Red stayed on the platform long enough to see them move the train back, revealing the man's mutilated corpse, blood and guts smeared all along the track. A man inside a restaurant pulled out a gun and began to shoot at both patrons and staff before an off-duty cop put one round in the shooter's head, sending a spray of his blood and brains onto a white tablecloth. Red simply continued eating his streak as people around him screamed and cried.
After witnessing the carnage created by others, he decided that it was time to begin what he'd planned and create a little carnage of his own. He lacked a chainsaw, easily his most famous tool, but he'd never been one to let such a small detail hold him back. There were plenty of other tools he could use, including his own two hands. And plenty of ways for him to use those two tools. That meant it was just a matter of finding a good victim. He wanted the first one since his return to be perfect. He wanted it to be the kind of thing he would remember just for how well he pulled it off.
Grabbing a large, sharp knife from the kitchen of the restaurant, which was quite simple to do with everyone else in the restaurant distracted with the aftermath of the shooting, Red set out to find just such a victim. It didn't take him long either, which wasn't surprising to him. In a city like that, a potential victim was never far away. It was a prostitute, a young one. Her blonde hair had blue streaks in it. The most terror she had probably ever experienced was not getting paid for her services.
"Hey there," she called out from the alleyway she'd been standing in as he walked past on the sidewalk. "You looking for a good time?"
"I am," Red answered, turning his head to look and slowing down slightly, "but I doubt you'd be able to handle what I'm in the mood for."
"You'd be surprised at what I can handle," she replied, taking a couple steps towards him.
He smiled, able to feel the wooden handle of the knife hidden in his jacket pressed against his side. For a moment, he thought back to his days of using a scalpel and bone saw nightly on prostitutes, pulling out their internal organs and leaving behind a big mess on the streets of cities all over the world. The East Coast of the US, as well as the West Coast. Then there were places like the UK, France, and Japan. There were very few areas which hadn't yet experienced the terror he caused. And after such a long break from causing that terror, it felt good to be getting back into his old habits.
Stepping closer to the prostitute, he asked, "Is that so?" Staring at her for a moment, he then said, "Well, if you think you're up to the challenge..."
Letting out a small laugh, she responded with, "What is it that you've got in mind?"
Putting his arm around her shoulders, he answered with, "Come with me and I'll show you."
Red led the prostitute further into the alley, further away from other people. She seemed eager to find out what he had in mind, his words fooling her into thinking that not only he would be a paying customer, but his plans would also be something she would actually enjoy. If she'd looked up at him, at the grin across his face and strange glow in his eyes, she might have realized just how wrong she was. And she might have been able to make some kind of guess about what he was exactly. It didn't really matter though. Whether she noticed the grin and the glow or not, it was too late for her. It was too late for her the moment she made the decision to call out to him from the alleyway.
Turning a corner in the alleyway, Red gently pushed her up against a wall, causing her to say, "You're into public sex, huh? I like it."
The grin and the glow were gone already, at least for the moment. He looked down at her and she looked up at him, reaching out with a hand to rub his crotch. He tilted his head slightly in response, making no move to touch her, instead slowly reaching into his jacket and wrapping his fingers tightly around the handle of that kitchen knife. Then, before she could touch him any further or say anything else, he wrapped his free hand tightly around her throat while sliding the sharp knife out of his jacket, holding it in front of her face, her eyes wide.
She felt like she'd just encountered Satan himself. The glowing eyes, the grin spread across his face that let her know that she had no chance of surviving, it was all something she would have expected to see on Satan's face. And she wasn't far off. He wasn't Satan, but he could undoubtedly give Satan a run for his money. He was more like the Grim Reaper, minus the sickle and black, hooded robe. Or perhaps the Walkin' Dude, minus the denim outfit, smiley face button, and pocketfuls of various pamphlets. He was superior to them though. He was the Guardian of Wickedness. The one chosen to watch over certain hard cases, to keep them in line. And yet here he was, once again proving why he needed to be chained up in the Gate of Wickedness to begin with.
The prostitute reached up to grab at his hand around her throat, causing him to only tighten it, cutting off her air, ensuring that she wouldn't make a sound to alert anyone as to what was occurring in that alleyway. Her lack off oxygen also didn't matter though, for Red suddenly plunged the sharp knife into her abdomen, pulling it out and stabbing again and again, making deep but rapid stabs. Her warm blood blood oozed out of the wounds, dripping onto the filthy, concrete ground of the alleyway. She struggled more as he tightened his grip even further, nearly crushing her throat with his large hand. It was hopeless though. He was too strong for her and she was growing weaker as he continued to stab her, leaving her abdomen a sliced up, crimson mess.
Before she could fade away entirely, he released her throat, but he didn't give her any time to recover, spinning her around to face away from him, arm wrapped firmly around her through now. Raising the knife, still in his other hand, he then brought it down hard, the blade stabbing through the top of her skull and penetrating deep into her brain. Blood oozed out around the edges of the blade, adding red to her blonde and blue hair. Holding her in place for a moment longer, he snapped the handle of the knife off, finally letting her lifeless body collapse to the ground in front of him as he put the handle back inside his jacket. And then he simply walked back out of the alleyway, returning to the sidewalk. The prostitute's body would be discovered a short while later, but he would already be several blocks away, no one suspecting him of anything as horrific as a brutal murder.
