Snippet #1568006

James had thrown his spider arms to the side somewhere in his room and had nothing left to do. He'd already dragged as many I-beams as he was willing, already swept up a fair portion of his side of the school, and had already taken a hatchet to a few spiders, Who came to school with a hatchet?, once someone had mentioned that they could eat the corpses in case there wasn't enough food. Still, the menial labour could only hold his interest for so long and once it was done he bummed a cigarette of a kid that was running around healing people,

"I can fix the damage it does."

Was the explanation he'd given when he passed it off to James. James sat there, enjoying the Pall Mall for a few minutes and then throwing it out of the window when he'd finished it. He had a few more somewhere in his bedroom, he should've gotten those instead of asking someone for them. He wandered the halls for a little while, stopping and turning back whenever he came across a clog of spider corpses someone'd chopped up. "Hey, all three stars should go up to room fourteen on the east wing, floor fifty-five."

"What?" James asked the kid, who was clearly out of breath and sweating.

"Are you a three star?"

"...Yes." James answered after a moment of hesitation.

"Then you have to go to floor fifty-five and room fourteen on the east wing."

"Will do." James answered, tasting the belief around the boy. The kid then ran off, and left the sound of slapping sneakers behind him. "Well then. I know where I'm going."