Jeff Pritchet isn’t much different from other teenage boys, with one exception. His monstrous, spider-like appearance and loner persona make him a target for bullying, when all he wants is a friend who sees beyond the surface.The unconventional pair find themselves marked for hatred, and when his bond to Aarav is threatened, Jeff discovers a sinister side he never knew he had, proving that, when pushed too far, emotions can be deadlier than venom.©️ Crystal Lake Publishing
View MoreCHAPTER 16The gas pedalwouldn’t press any further. Each speed bump the old man hit caused the truck to bottom out, sending loose items flying through the cab. Chapstick, pennies, an empty coffee cup. Everything rattled in chaos. He leaned from the window and hollered, praying she would hear. “Lily!” The wind whipped the top of his bald head and dried his eyes. But rather than slow for a response, he kept on the accelerator. His gut told him where she was.A photograph of his partner Craig, cradling Lily against his chest the day their son brought her home from the hospital, blew from between the console and passenger seat, then stuck to the dash before it could get sucked out the window. The man looked at his granddaughter’s innocent face and prayed she’d still be alive when he found her.***The day had been warm, but when the sun hid behind a cloud, the early fall air sent a shiver through Lily, reminding her it was toward the end of the year rather than the middle. Not
CHAPTER 15No one knows how long the massacre lasted since there were no survivors to recount the details. By the time outsiders made their way to the scene, Jeff was long gone, leaving the body count in the triple digits. As rumors of what happened that day spread, bordering neighborhoods, towns, and even cities speculated with care. Whether his son spared Kevin Pritchet’s life is up for debate. The police searched his house but never located a body. Some believe Jeff took him prisoner, stuck him in a web where he remained to rot. Others say they’ve seen him wandering the streets, his hands over his face to catch the tears shed over the tragedy.They buried Lori in the cemetery on the hill, though there was no funeral since no one she was close with survived to give her one.Aarav and his father left town, once again on the move. The school erected a statue of Alan Drake with the inscription forever in our heartswritten on the plaque below. Everyone assumed he was just anot
CHAPTER 14“Help!” The sting of the icy rain shocked Jeff’s body as he ran. “Help!” The mushy lawn sank beneath his feet as he darted across the yard and up Mr. Crawford’s porch. “Someone, help! Please.” Dammit. I can’t knock with these things. When the storm drowned out his scraping claws, he kicked the door. “Mr. Crawford open up! Please, my mother’s hurt.” Stupid old man. Why doesn’t he answer? He gave up and crossed the street as Mr. Drake stepped from the Pritchet’s house and into the yard. I’ve got to keep trying, Jeff thought, leaping up the steps to another home. “Mr. Brando! Mrs. Brando!” The door rattled from his kick. “My mom is hurt. Can you please help us?”Across the way, Mr. Crawford cracked his door and stuck his head out, watching Jeff run from place to place. He opened the door further and stood beneath the roof’s overhang.Please, please let her be home. The widow Leery’s house was the next closest. The doorframe splintered under the force of his foot, which he ho
CHAPTER 13He was aboutto press the bell again when the door eased open, and a nervous looking man stood before him. “Mr. Drake. What a surprise!” Though he bore no resemblance to his son for obvious reasons, Alan Drake recognized Kevin Pritchet from parent-teacher conferences. He was probably a few years older than Alan but looked younger. That’s the price you pay for being a teacher, he thought. He only has one kid to raise, whereas I have about sixty different ones each year. “Afternoon, Mr. Pritchet.” Alan hadn’t expected rain today and therefore left his umbrella at home. The short walk to the house from the curb where he’d parked his car saw him drenched, and he stood shivering on the doorstep. “I’m sorry to trouble you, but might I come in for a moment? I’m here on behalf of Jeff.” He folded his arms across his chest to fight the chill of September rain.Kevin stepped onto the porch. “Well, now isn’t a good time, I’m afraid. Besides, Jeff isn’t here right now.”Al
CHAPTER 12A web trapped Jeff, suspending him in darkness. His head throbbed, and every inch of his body hurt. A weighted sensation replaced his lower half, filling him with fear. Help! The words caught in his throat like bugs in a net. From the shadows, appeared a shimmer of light, growing, taking on the shape of a person. Hundreds of sparkling dots gave the form mass, and Jeff recognized who it was. Aarav! You’ve come to help! I knew you’d forgive me.It approached and extended a hand. Jeff tried to stretch his arm, but something kept it in place. “I can’t get to you! My dad ... my mom—they’ve gone crazy. Help me get loose.” The shape dropped his hand and turned away in sorrow. Aarav, please! Don’t leave me! Jeff wasn’t sure he’d spoken out loud. Aarav paused, looking like he could fade away any moment. Please!The entity spun around. It was no longer Aarav standing there, but Preston. The boy snarled, his face twisting as he did. His body showcased puncture wounds
CHAPTER 11“Mom!”Jeff burst through the door and stumbled into the foyer. “Mom!” He flicked the light switch over the credenza, dripping rain on the family photos it showcased. “Dad!” No light came on. The storm must have shorted the power. “Mom! Dad! Are you guys ... ” Seeing his mother at the kitchen table, he stopped short. Her head rested in her hands like she was sleeping. “Mom.” She didn’t move. “Mom, help! I’m changing. My arms!” He ran to her side. “I don’t know what to do. It started yesterday, and I wanted to tell you, but ... ” When she still didn’t respond, he aimed to nudge her, but stopped, afraid his claws would hurt her. “Mom?” His voice wavered. “Is everything okay?” He leaned forward to see her. “Mom?”At last, she raised her head. “Hi, honey,” she said, a smile plastered across her face. “I didn’t hear you come in. How are you?”Jeff’s face blanked. “Are you serious? I’ve been screaming at you. How could you not have heard me?”“So
CHAPTER 10Thunder growled onthe darkening horizon like an angry wolf. Things change so quickly, Jeff thought as raindrops pelted the top of his head. Any other day he might have kept beneath the trees to stay dry, but today he welcomed the rain. One second everything is clear and bright. The sun faded behind thickening clouds. Then it’s all dark. There was no residual pain in his leg from the recent transformation. He wondered if the lessening pain meant the transition was close to being complete. Still, he kept his pace slow, not wanting to beat the storm home. I deserve the rain. The look on Aarav’s face as his father drove away would remain forever etched in Jeff’s memory. It burned behind his eyes like embers from coals. ‘You’re a monster ... one sick freak.’ Aarav’s parting words rattled inside his head with no intention of fading. He thought of what Mr. Jain said. This entire time I thought he hated me because of my face. He imagined Aarav’s father and his
CHAPTER 9Students who, based on their expressions, would rather be anywhere else filled the classroom. Preston showed up a few minutes after Jeff and Mr. Drake and headed straight to the back. He cut his eyes at Jeff, but the teacher was explicit that any antics would only lead to another Saturday in captivity, so he kept his head down, working on the assignment. Jeff sat at the head of the class, checking quizzes against the answer sheet Mr. Drake provided. Grading papers isn’t so bad,he thought. Maybe I’ll be a teacher when I’m older. That is, if I’m still human enough.After helping grade twenty-nine quizzes, Jeff was about to start on another when the clock over the door drew his attention. “Mr. Drake,” he said, setting down his red pen, “it’s fifteen till noon. Do you mind if I head outside?”He checked the clock, surprised. “Of course. I guess time flies when someone’s helping you grade.” He arched an eyebrow. “Maybe you should help me more often.”Jeff smiled an
CHAPTER 8Jeff’s heart ratereturned to normal as they drove away from Preston. With the adrenaline gone from his body, the pain from the kicks and scrapes set in, but at least his leg no longer ached; though he suspected it might look different the next time he stood in front of a mirror.He felt around to try and gauge how much of it had changed.Don’t let it be the entire leg.Mr. Drake kept his eyes forward, his hands on the wheel at ten and two. His grip wobbled with each bump in the road, reminding Jeff of the exaggerated way actors in black and white movies pretended to drive while fake scenery flashed behind them. Nothing bad ever happens in those movies. Do happy endings really exist? He used to believe so. Now, he wasn’t so sure. Preston’s threat to tell Aarav about Pakora replayed in his mind. He’ll never speak to me again. Then an idea struck.What if I come clean? Tell Aarav the cat bit me, and how I didn’t know it was Pakora. It was an accide
CHAPTER 1Morning sun filteredthrough shear curtains and across carpet to reflect off the mirror. The boy squinted his human eyes, while the six surrounding arachnid lenses gave little reaction. Detecting light wasn’t their strong suit. But the jointed appendages by his mouth (or pedipalps, as Mr. Drake, the science teacher, taught him) were sensitive enough to detect dust motes riding the September breeze through the cracked window. It sucks, having feelers, Jeff thought, and used his hands to fan away minute particles traveling through the air. Why can’t I be normal like Mom and Dad? He pulled blue jeans from a faux wooden dresser and stuck his finger through a hole in the knee he hadn’t noticed before. “Great.” He yanked a loose thread. “Haven’t even had these a month.” Thatasshole could have at least waited until I was off the gravel before pushing me down.Jeff combed through what little hair he had on his legs, checking for bruising and scratches in case they ne
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