Posted at 10:33 pm on Jun 13, 2007 by:
Red Spyder
Construction Chaos
The sun glared down on the construction site, workers scattered around the steel and concrete structure, doing different tasks. A few of the bottom floors were partially completed. Three cranes were positioned around the site, carrying steel beams, bundles of rods, and other large items to the upper, much less complete areas. The site was on the outskirts of the city, part of a land development plan, and so not many people other than the construction workers were ever around.
None of the workers noticed Red walk onto the site through the unwatched entrance. He had on a pair of sunglasses, hiding his glowing eyes, and of course, a lit cigarette was in his mouth. His boots left prints in the dirt. Construction workers weren’t his typical choice of victims, but these were such easy targets because of their location and he just couldn’t pass up that kind of opportunity.
He reached the first two workers. Between the sounds of the cement mixer that one of them was operating and the power generator truck that was parked next to the mixer, the two workers wouldn’t be able to hear any noise that Red made.
Taking care of the worker that was closest to him first, who was standing next to generator truck drinking from a bottle of water, Red grabbed the worker by the sides of his head, causing him to drop the bottle of water, and repeatedly bashed it into the side of the truck, denting the metal and fracturing his skull, leaving behind smears of blood. He released his hold on the worker’s head and let him collapse to the ground, able to see part of his brain through the blood coated crack on the top of his head. Water spilled out of the still open bottle, soaking into the dirt.
Next, he came up behind the worker who was at the cement mixer and completely unaware of what had happened to the other one. He grabbed that worker’s head as well, but instead of slamming it into something, he shoved him face first into the mixer. Wet cement flowed into the worker’s mouth, making him gag and choke on it. Unable to see anything, the thick cement blinding him, all that he could do to try and save himself was flail his arms and legs around. Red was much stronger than the worker though. The worker finally stopped moving, his mouth, throat, and esophagus full of cement, and only then did Red let go of him.
Red continued walking, headed towards the first crane, which was transporting several steel beams that were being held together by a couple of cables. He took out his Bowie knife and climbed up the ladder on the side of the crane to the cabin. He opened the door and before its driver could look to see who was there, Red slit his throat wide open with the knife. Blood sprayed all over the inside of the cabin, dripping off of the controls and down the windows. He pulled the driver’s body backwards out of the crane and let his body fall to the ground below before putting the knife away and getting in it himself. From up there, he could see the entire construction site.
He wiped some of the blood off of the front window and rotated the crane around until he found his next victim, or rather, three victims. They were workers near the base of the building. No one had yet to notice what was going on, but what Red was about to do would certainly get their attention. He situated the steel beams directly over the three unsuspecting workers before releasing the load, the heavy girders falling down onto the workers and crushing them, blood shooting out in every direction.
Other workers quickly stopped what they were doing and ran over to the beams, thinking that it was just an unfortunate accident and to see if they could help the three men at all. Most of the workers then looked up at the top of the crane where the cabin was. Red was still seated inside, plotting what he was going to do next.
One of the workers started to run over to the crane. Red got out and began to descend the ladder. He had about twenty rungs left to go when the worker got close enough the see the body of the crane driver. The worker stared at Red with a state of horror on his face for a moment before spinning around and running back to the other workers. Red let go of the ladder and jumped the rest of the way to the ground, taking the Bowie knife back out in midair and landing on his feet. Then, aiming carefully, he threw the knife at the worker, striking him on his upper back between his shoulder blades, instantly sending him down onto the ground. The worker was about halfway between the crane and the other workers. He tried to crawl to them, but went limp a few seconds later.
Red was about to retrieve his knife, but halted in mid-step when he saw two of the workers leave the others go to a pickup truck that was parked nearby. Another worker pulled out a cell phone and dialed, Red having no doubts that the number was 911. It would take the police at least ten minutes to get all the way out there from the city, plenty of time for Red to have his fun.
The two workers got in the truck, the one who was driving started the engine, and they started coming towards Red, steering around the body of the worker with the knife in his back. Red wasn’t sure what they were doing. Maybe they were going to try and run him over. Bringing his two hands together, he began forming a ball of electricity between them. When it was about the size of a basketball, he launched it at the truck. The energy orb hit the grill of the truck, ripping its way through the metal and into the engine and the other parts that were underneath the hood. Suddenly, the truck flipped forwards into the air and exploded, resembling a comet as it flew over Red and landing on the ground far behind him in a fiery heap of metal and charred flesh. The fire was so strong that he could feel the heat from it even though he was distant from it. He didn’t bother checking to see if the two men inside were still alive.
Red walked over to the worker with the Bowie knife in his back and pulled it out of his body. The blade had gone cleanly through his flesh and into his spine. There was very little blood. The remaining workers weren’t sure what they should do now while waiting for the police to arrive. None of them dared to get into any of the other vehicles that were parked around the site.
As Red steadily got closer, one of the workers decided to pick up a circular saw that was lying on the ground near the pile of girders that Red had dropped and ran at him, revving it. The worker made it to Red and hesitantly swung the saw at him, slicing open his face diagonally. Blood trickled out of the slash, but Red didn’t even seem to notice or care. It was his turn anyway. Before the worker could do anything else, Red jammed the Bowie knife deep into the worker’s gut and dragged the knife upwards, leaving a thick trail of blood behind it that stained the worker’s shredded shirt. It tore through muscle and organs before entering his chest cavity and breaking through his ribs. The still on saw slipped out of the worker’s hand and Red slid the knife out of the worker’s chest. The worker’s body fell over as Red put the knife up again and grabbed the circular saw.
Despite that worker’s failure to kill Red or even really fight him, the other workers decided to arm them self as well, some getting regular tools and others getting power tools. Red approached them, his new weapon in hand. There were five workers left, plus about five more up on the beams who were still trying to figure out what was happening down below.
One worker with a claw hammer tried to attack Red. In two swipes of the circular saw, Red had incapacitated the worker. First, he severed the worker’s arm at the elbow that was holding the hammer and then, nearly decapitated him by cutting into the side of his neck. Splatters of blood flew through the air and onto the ground.
Now that Red was closer to the pile of girders, he could see arms and legs hanging out of it at various angles and one worker’s head had been flattened by the edge of a beam, his brain smashed and squeezed out, almost liquefied, onto the ground and what was left of his head in the puddle of flesh, skull fragments, and blood resembling some kind of bizarre Halloween mask.
Another worker, this one holding a power drill, tried to put a hole in Red’s temple. Red executed this worker in a similar style to the one before him, except Red ducked the power drill and went straight for the worker’s neck this time. The spinning blade grinded against neck bones as blood sprayed out in a crimson shower and the now dead worker dropped to the ground.
The three workers who were still alive had scattered into the building. Red was guessing that they were hoping he wouldn’t follow them inside, but incase he did, they were waiting to attempt to ambush him with their chosen tool. Red walked up a plywood ramp and through a bare concrete doorway into the first floor of the building. He scanned the room for any sign of the three workers. He didn’t think they’d gone back outside through a different doorway.
He was about to move further into the building when he heard a noise behind a group of barrels. Snapping his head in the direction of the sound, he could see one of the worker’s feet through a small gap between two of the barrels. Creating another electrical orb in the palm of his free hand, this one not as big as the previous one, he shot it at the barrels, the ball sending the barrels flying into walls where they fell to the floor and rolled around, revealing the hiding, cowering worker. The worker had a fairly large wrench, but before he could even begin to stand up from his crouching position, Red charged over, kicked off the worker’s hardhat, and lobbed off the top half of his head with the circular saw. Red was able to see a cross-section of the inside of the worker’s brain as blood dribbled out around the edges of what was left of his head. The worker’s body tipped over, landing close the top half of his head which was upside-down and slowly spinning like some kind of round bottomed bowl.
One down, two to go. Red began searching for those two, climbing up a ladder that provided access between the first and second floor. He saw the two workers, both with nail guns, and barely had time to get behind a pillar as they simultaneously fired them at Red, the nails tearing away small chunks of concrete and creating a couple sparks when they hit the occasional piece of metal. Not wanting to get near Red even though he was behind cover, one of the workers climbed up another ladder to the third floor, hoping to be able to shoot at Red from somewhere up there.
With just one worker able to shoot at him at the moment, Red made his move. As soon as the worker saw Red, he began firing the nail gun, but only a few nails actually hit Red, becoming embedded in his body like some kind of shrapnel. The worker couldn’t aim it very well. When Red was close enough, he knocked the nail gun out of the worker’s shaking hands to the concrete floor, the hard plastic casing cracking, and carved into the worker’s chest with the circular saw, blood squirting out onto Red’s face and clothes. The worker fell backwards as Red turned around to see the other worker trying to sneak into a position to shoot at Red.
Quickly, Red fired a small ball of electricity at him, striking him in the chest, burning his shirt and chest and making him fall off of the ledge, but not killing him. He wasn’t sure where the worker’s nail gun had ended up at. The worker looked up at Red, barely able to move, the air driven out of his body from the fall, as Red slowly walked towards him. He placed one of his feet over the worker’s neck, lifted the foot up, and brought it forcefully back down to stomp on the worker’s neck, intending to break it, but that wasn’t what happened. Instead, the worker’s windpipe was completely crushed, causing him to suffocate.
Red went back outside of the building and began looking for a way up to other areas of the building; a ladder or something. On one side of the building, he found a construction elevator. He climbed into the cramped car and pressed a button on a small control panel to make it go up. He stopped it when he was at the level of beams he needed to be at. The rest of the workers were here. He got out and on the beam he was currently on, he saw what he first thought was another nail gun until he picked it up and examined it closer to find that it was really a bolt gun. Even better.
He shot the bolt gun at the nearest worker, getting him with a headshot. The worker fell off the beam, his lifeline keeping him from crashing onto the concrete far below, but that didn’t matter anyway. The large rivet in his forehead had killed him.
The other four reacted by just trying to avoid the same fate. There wasn’t much room to maneuver up there and certainly not anywhere to hide. Red carefully moved across the narrow beam, heading towards the next closest worker. The worker tried to get away, but Red was faster. He grabbed the worker by his shirt and wrapped his lifeline around his neck before shoving him off of the beam, hanging him.
The third worker jumped off of the beam, his lifeline still attached to the beam. He was hoping that maybe Red wouldn’t bother trying to kill him. He was wrong. Red simply set the bolt gun down, got out his Bowie knife, and began to cut through the line. When the line was severed, the worker plunged to the concrete below, landing head first, his head cracking wide open.
Now able to hear police sirens in the distance as he put away the knife and picked up the bolt gun, Red realized that he didn’t have much time left. He’d have to finish off these last two workers quickly. He shot one worker in the head with a bolt, like he did the first one, only this worker didn’t off of the beam. The worker fell so that he was lying on his back, his arms and legs hanging limply off of the edges of the beam.
Red approached the final worker and tried to shoot him as well, only there was just a click. It was out of bolts. The worker laughed, thinking he was saved. Red let the bolt gun fall. It hit a beam in mid-fall and shattered into several pieces, the rest of it falling to the concrete where the one worker’s body had landed moments before. Red then whipped the Bowie knife back out, cutting open the worker’s gut, before shoving his hand right into the wound and began pulling a length of intestine. The worker stared at Red in disbelief. He was in immense pain, but was too shocked to scream or anything. Red let go of the intestine, the meaty rope dangling from the beam, and stabbed the worker in the side of the neck, the tip of the knife coming out of the other side of his neck. Pulling the knife out, blood spurted from the worker’s neck, his eyes opened wide, before he toppled over off of the beam, his intestine trailing behind him. He crashed onto the concrete as well, his blood adding to the pool of blood that was already there.
Seconds later, police cars pulled into the construction site and skidded to a stop, their lights flashing and sirens blaring. But Red was no where to be found. He had already teleported away.
