The Forgotten Phantom (Temporarily discontinued)

The Fleeing Phantom

 "Can we go there brother?" "No Widow" "What about there?" "No." "There?"  "No, now come on." "Fine." I finally give in. I shouldn't be so picky, Chrollo hardly ever lets me out of the house. As we walked, people looked at us. Who could blame them, we look nothing alike. Chrollo has black hair, dark eyes, looks strong, is strong, pale, and has something about him that just makes people look at him. Then there's me, blond hair, light blue eyes, tan, looks weak, and over all looks like any other human being. "Widow? Widow, are you okay?" Chrollo asks, starring at me. I hadn't noticed I'd stopped. "Come on, your going to make me late for my... job."                                    As soon as he said it, he turned around and started walking at a brisk pace. I quickly follow, good thing I'm more agile than I look or I'd never be able to keep up with him. I nearly miss him go into an alleyway as we turn the bend. Making my way back to the alley, I get the back of my shoes stepped on, get shoved, and get told to 'move it'. When I finally get into the alleyway, Chrollo isn't there. "Darn it, of coarse he didn't wait." I walk through the cramped space, thinking about where he might be. A scream pierces the air and I run towards it. The noise came from behind a door a few yards in front of me. I open the door and nearly barf at the heavy smell of blood and death that hits me.                                                                                                                                      Nine figures turn to look at me. A pang of sadness and confusion hits me hard. All of them, my friends, my brother, my family, stand there, The cause of all the death and blood that's everywhere. "Widow, I can explain, you see-" Chrollo says, obviously panicking. "Don't call me that you, you monster!" I yell at him before turning around and running. Widow, his nickname for me because of the spider birthmarks on my back. Truly, they don't look like  Black Widows or any spider for that matter, as they all have twelve legs. I have a bunch of them on my arms and legs, but there's one that is bigger than them all. With its cephalothorax and abdomen covering my back, the fangs reach both my clavicles, with two legs on both arms and legs, and middle four legs wrap around my stomach. But my real name is Arachnid, Arachnid Lucilfer.                            I continue to run through the alleyway even though my legs burn. I know that if I stop now they'll catch me. Turning the bend, I nearly collide with a wall. A dead end, Chrollo, Machi, Feitan, and the others are close, I don't have long, not even a minute. By now I'm panicking, I've got nowhere to run. I cover my face with my hands and go to lean back against the wall. I fall backwards instead of meeting a wall. The area I fell into is a small gap in the wall with enough space for about three people to sit in and isn't very noticeable from the outside.                                      "Huh?" I heard Machi's voice first. "What do you mean 'huh'?" Chrollo. "I mean 'huh' as in 'how-did-she-disappear-when-there's-a-fricking-ten-foot-tall-wall-here'." Machi and her sassy comments never get old, well, to me at least. "Your right, she must've turned somewhere, this place is a maze, lets go." I don't make a sound until the sounds of their footsteps are nonexistent. I also breathe again, I hadn't noticed that I was holding my breath until they walked away. I stay in the hole for about an hour before crawling out. I then proceed to run aimlessly through the maze of an alleyway. When I see people walking on the sidewalk down a way, I run faster than I probably ever have before. So fast In fact that I couldn't stop in time to avoid collision with a blond haired boy.

( A/N: Hope you liked it! Word count: 680 words. Not to bad for my first fan-fiction!)