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**Kree**

She slept. She slept in her warm bed with an old cigarette box that was torn open with parts of gloves that had been dropped in the sewer. Cozily dreaming, with her web outside her home; she didn't like sleeping on her web, like other spiders did. She would much rather have all her eight legs resting on her nice comfy bed.

"Ooo la la." Cooed a voice in the shadows. "Pretty spider."

"Shut up, Kettin." Another voice sneered and neared a table made of cardboard. There sat a single ruby earring. "A cricket like you shouldn't be attracted to such disgusting insects." The abnormally large ant remarked.

"Um, technically, she's not an insect." Buzzed the fly. "She's an arachnid!"

"What we want is this!" The ant pointed to the earring, ignoring the fly. "Where's Tock?"

"Here, my master boss evilness Nate sir!" A tick came clumsily running into the cricket.

"Pick the earring up for me." The ant, or Nate boomed.

"Yes sir!" Tock grabbed the earring-that was attached to a string- that made the table tilt-that made a string of bells clang to the ground.

She woke up.

Quickly! Pass me the earring!" Nate boomed.

The tick threw the earring to the ant and the ant began to escape. The cricket, tick, and fly tried to escape too, but they got stuck in the web out her door. The spider, furious with fire glaring in her eyes, neared the bugs slowly as they squeaked with fright. She was the hunter, and they were the prey.

"Nice spider . . .pretty spider . . ." The cricket tried to back away, but still attached the web. He held his hand in front a little, trying to block her from coming.

"You know, I bet when you walk out, everyone just falls at your feet because of your attractive figure! Your jet black body with red lining and oh! What perfect delicate legs!" the fly stuttered.

"DON'T EAT ME!!!" The tick yelled.

She glared coldly at them all. "You know, I think you might have learned already but flattery doesn't work with the more intelligent creatures." She lowered her eyes at the cricked and fly. "As for you," she looked the tick. "That was the most pathetic, pitiful plea I've ever seen."

The three intruders look at each other, not one with an idea in their head and then looked back at the spider. "DON'T EAT US!!!!!!" They cried.

"Non-arachnids." She muttered to herself. "They suffer from an incurable disease called stupidity."

"Hey, I'm an arachnid!" The tick grinned. "I'm not stupid!"

"Fine, you want me to get specific? Non-spiders suffer from an incurable disease called stupidity. Case closed."

"Wait, that doesn't sound right . . ." The fly whispered to the cricket. "Is that even a real word?"

The cricked just stared at him. "And why are you thinking about this right now?"

The spider began walking out of her safe and secure home and turned from the intruders. She had a long journey ahead of her. She looked through the tunnels and tunnels of the sewers. She would have to find that abnormally large ant . . .somehow . . .

"Wait! Where are you going?" The fly shouted.

"Aren't you going to eat us?" The tick squealed.

The spider laughed at them as she turned to face them again. "First of all, I don't eat bugs and insects," she looked at the tick. "And arachnids, but certainly, if you want me to, I can suck your blood." She continued going away.

"NO! NO! Not at all . . .but you're leaving us here forever? You're leaving us to rot on your web?" The cricket questioned with fear.

"No, not forever. You won't last that long. Some other spiders should see you soon and they'll come and drink your blood." The spider said flatly.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The cricket, fly, and the tick screamed.

"Please!!!!!! Don't leave us here!!!!!!!" The fly begged.

"I can cook Mexican enchiladas!!!!!" The tick cried.

"I'm wasting my valuable time. I need that earring back as soon as possible and the longer I spend watching this pathetic comedy act, the longer it will take for me to find that earring." The spider rolled her eyes.

"WAIT!!!! I KNOW!!!!! WE CAN HELP YOU GET THE EARRING BACK!" The cricket called to her.

The spider stopped short and turned around. "What do you mean you can help me?"

"Since, well, he is or he was our boss, the guy who stole it from you, we know exactly where his base is!" The cricket replied.

"You expect me to trust weasels like you?"

"AHHH! WHERE'S THE WEASEL??" The tick yelped.

"He's not the brightest light bulb of the three, is he?" The spider said sarcastically. "I'm leaving you."

"But you don't even know where the secret base is. How long do you think it will take for you to find it?" The cricked smiled with a twinkle in your eye.

"You know, you're awfully brave of a cricket to say that to a spider, or your incredibly stupid." The spider thought for a moment and looked at them. "Fine, I'll take you with me. But no funny business, or I'll drink you'll blood."

"YAY!!! WE'RE SAVED!" The tick shouted.

She went crawled over to her web and cut the parts of her web that held them to it. They jumped down happily enjoying their freedom.

"Thank you miss," the fly bowed. "My name is Fritz, at your service."

"The name's Kettin." Said the cricket.

"CLOCK! MY NAME IS CLOCK! No, wait . . . is it Tick? Or Tock? Or Tack?" the tick sat down to think.

"His name is Tock. He sometimes forgets his own name." Kettin whispered to the spider. "And your name is?"

"Rachne, but don't think we'll be working together for long." She retorted.

"Fine, should we be on our way?" Fritz suggested.

"Let's go."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They had been on their way for about 12 hours. They may have gone a mile or two into the sewers of New York, or as everyone whose habitation was in the sewers knew it as "Hell".

It was incredibly dark in there. Dirt covered the ground, while rats, gangster spiders, insects, and bugs made their habitation there. The gray bricks of the walls were splashed with putrid polluted water and cobwebs hung from each corner. The river like water that ran through the sewer was a yellowish green color. Garbage floated on top of the disgusting river and some were used as ferries or boats for the ones who lived there.

Rachne, Kettin, Fritz, and Tock had to be especially careful of the rats. They would be a delectable snack for any passing rat that happened to be hungry. They crept quietly through this perilous city that was full of danger in every creature, but you could be hidden by darkness, or it could deceive you.

With Rachne's extra sensitive hearing, she heard a noise, that no bug, insect, or spider would want to hear. "Hurry up! Run as quickly as you can ahead!" She hissed.

But it was too late. A huge (well, huge to them) scurried in front of Kettin, Fritz, and Tock. Fritz, of course, flew over the rat and to where Rachne was standing.

The rat started nearing both Kettin and Tock. The two helpless creatures were backed up into the cold sewer gray walls. Rachne saw that Kettin's face was immediately filled with fright. Bolts of fear and terror lit Kettin's eyes and for some reason, she felt instantaneously pained. Tock, well, he covered his eyes, so Rachne couldn't see them anyway.

"HELP ME!!!!!!!!" Tock screamed. "DON'T LET ME DIE!!!!!!!!!"

Kettin was silent, but frozen as if he were trapped in a pillar of ice.

Rachne leapt on top of the rat's back. The rat hissed and turned its head to see what was on it's back. She gave the rat a nasty face and started spinning her "thread" around the rat. Leaping from the ground, to on top of the rat, just going around and around, trying the rat up.

Fritz closed his eyes as well.

The rat too, closed its eyes-when it fell toppling into the repulsing river of gucky waters.

Tock ran over to her in an instant and hugged one of her legs. "Je suis pour toujours dans votre service, mon amour!" He cooed.

Rachne's eyes widened in disgust and she hit him away with her legs. "Ferme-la."

"You understand French?" Fritz chuckled.

"Yeah, but for those who can't understand French, there is one key word that doesn't need a rocket scientist to figure it out: amour." She retorted.

Fritz suddenly understood.

"But anyway . . . Wow! You were great!! And you weren't even the least bit afraid of the rat?" Fritz marveled.

"No."

"You know, I really do admire your bravery. You were like- and you did like- and like-" Fritz began.

"Hey, that sounds like my old girlfriend!" Remarked Tock. "And he was like, whatever! And I was like, like, so totally, like, like . . ." he mimicked.

"He had a girlfriend?" Rachne whispered to Fritz.

Kettin came up to Rachne. "Why . . . Why did you save me? I mean the both of us."

"Well," she hesitated. "That's what you do for a friend."

"Thank you. Thank you so much. It's been awhile since anybody's actually cared." Kettin smiled. For the first time, Rachne saw him smile.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"We're almost there." Kettin announced. "We'll have to rest tonight here though."

"It's a good thing we made it out of "Hell"." Fritz began and then glanced at Tock. "We would have never made it through the night, with Tock."

Everyone looked in Tock's direction. Surely enough he was banging his head against the sewer walls, making a TON of noise.

As Rachne lay down, trying to go to sleep, she shifted from one side to another, trying to get comfortable, but it's kind of hard to do that when you're used to nice warm comfy humanlike beds and you're sleeping on cold, hard good-ole-fashioned floor.

Kettin spotted her. "So, getting used to it?"

"As much as I'm trying . . ." Rachne pretended to think. "No."

Kettin chuckled. "Don't worry, after a few years, you'll get used to it."

"Seriously."

"Okay, maybe a few months . . . a few days . . . ."

"You've slept on the floor like this for that long?"

"Yes. For practically all my life. Yeah, you've got it good, but no, I'm just a poor insect."

Rachne felt extremely guilty, so she decided to change the subject. "So, how did you get into Nate's business?"

"You mean working with him?" Kettin asked as he looked away.

"Well, yeah."

He kept his face turned toward the ground. "Well, it started out as a job opportunity. I needed to make money so I could find a way to get food. It's hard to find good food in the sewer except in the market. It's a little easier for you because you eat meat." He eyed her.

She turned red. "I DON'T EAT MEAT!"

"Fine, suck the blood." Kettin shrugged.

"Hey, I'm cutting down on that!"

"Well anyway, then I realized that he was involved in crime after I joined, but when I was about to quite, I saw that he just killed the family of another ant who left. So I .. .well . . .couldn't."

"Well, why are you helping me then? Aren't you risking the life of your family?"

"I'm pretty sure Nate thinks we're dead by now, and he won't find out we're alive, after we turn him in." He looked at her. "We are gonna turn him in, right?"

"Of course." Rachne snapped and then they remained silent for a little while.

"So, how is that earring so important to you?" Kettin asked out of the blue.

"Well, money."

"That's it?"

"Basically. Improve my life with luxury. I don't need anything more than that. You sound as if it's something bad."

"But why go chasing after this thing that's miles and miles away when you go through all this danger? It's only an earring after all, why all this trouble?"

"Because it's mine. Not the fat ant's, mine. Besides, that criminal isn't getting away with my money. Besides, you started working with Nate because of money."

"Oh," Kettin sighed. He had thought before that this chase had nothing to do with money and greed.

"What would you do with it?"

"Me? Well . . ." He started. "Mostly, I would want to start a business in music, after the earring is sold. I've always wanted to perform in a concert or something and its been my dream ever since I could remember."

Rachne smiled as she faced him.

"Then who knows? Maybe I'll meet someone and-" Kettin stopped short. "I think I'm getting tired now. I'll go to sleep. Good night."

"Good night."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"We're here." Fritz gasped.

They stopped in front of a ladder. The ladder was a metal human ladder, about twenty times their width and who knows how many times their height. Rachne, of course was confused, and since she didn't know what kind of stupid idiot their boss was she just nodded.

"This is the base?" She questioned.

"No, we have to climb the ladder first. It's near the top." Kettin explained. "Fritz, fly up and make sure nothing happens or alert us. Tock will climb first, then you, then me."

So they began climbing. It didn't take that long, because as you should know, bugs/insects/spiders are excellent climbers. They reached the top and climbed onto an opening in the wall that led to-the base.

"I thought you were all dead." Snickered a creepy voice in the shadows. The figure stepped out and the abnormally large ant stepped out. "But I guess it will be fun killing you myself."

All of a sudden, the ant ran to Tock and pushed him off the edge. He was falling down, down . . .

"AHHHHHHHH! HELP MEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

"One down, three to go." He grinned evilly.

Rachne quickly let her thread down the edge so Tock caught it. She brought him back up at once.

Nate, the abnormally large ant, with dissatisfaction, grabbed the earring and climbed out of the sewer to the Outside World: The Human World.

"We're going up there!" Rachne launched her thread to the top of the sewer and they all held on to it and went up.

It was nighttime, luckily. It was pitch black outside so nobody could spot them easily. Even more fortunate, nobody was out walking on the deserted sidewalk. So as Nate ran away, trying to escape, the four followed. Suddenly, Nate halted to a stop. He picked something up on the ground and held it high in the air. It was sharp, shiny, small . . .

It was glass.

Without hesitation, Rachne began to attack Nate. She didn't care about the glass; she was determined to get what was hers. Nate kept on trying to cut her and she kept on dodging. She kept trying to grab the earring; he kept on pulling it back. The fierce and violent battle went on.

Then, Nate pushed her to the ground. There wasn't enough time to get up and counter the glass that Nate was about to kill her with.

Kettin shoved Nate to the side at once. The battle between Rachne and Nate was over, but now it was Kettin and Nate. Kettin was fast, dodging Nate's attacks left and right; up and down, but with a cheap cheat, he could be defeated. Nate tripped him and pushed the glass into his body.

It didn't go that far. Rachne didn't let it go that far. Furiously, she sent her thread flying toward Nate and grabbed him. That's all she had to do, because then a human family began walking their way. Tock and Fritz scrambled to the side so they didn't see them or didn't get stepped on and Rachne helped Kettin to the side as well. Nate was trapped though.

He wasn't stepped on though. The little boy in the family stopped a spotted him. "LOOK!!!!! IT'S A GIANT ANT!!!!!" He picked up Nate, and Nate dropped the earring to the ground. Fritz went over to it and retrieved it.

"Uggh, not another one!" The mother groaned.

"Can I keep it? Can I? Please????? In my ant farm?"

"Fine honey, as long as you don't go through that science stage again. Remember? You decided to perform "science experiments" on it."

"YAY! I CAN KEEP IT!!!!!" The little boy shouted happily, and the family walked on.

Rachne looked at Kettin. Though he was in pain, he was bearing it, and even he felt the need to be strong. She looked at him gently, like never before and asked him a single question: "Why did you save me?" She asked softly.

Kettin paused for a moment and then smiled. "That's what you do for a friend."