Snippet #1934570

Shane's entire body ached with exhaustion and soreness. He had spent the night in the rain never once moving from atop the church steeple. His mind struggling to come to terms with what had happened. The only explanation he could come up with was that they had implanted him with some form of chip that could override his bodily functions or worse yet that he had undergone some sort of mental conditioning that could be remotely activities and trigger a response within Shane making him a mindless tool for the use of those responsible. The spider was truly a weapon now. His shuttering breaths barely got enough oxygen to his lungs and his vision was blurred. As Shane struggled to focus on the world around him he began to think he was seeing things as he could've sworn he saw Aello flying by only to perch on a nearby building. He must've been hallucinating. It couldn't be her. He gritted his teeth in pain as forced himself to stand. Exhausted as he was then best he could manage was a weak and wobbly crouch. He stumbled to the edge of the building trying to focus on the figure on the other rooftop. He could still barely make it out. He had to know. He had to know if it was her. Weakly he raised his had and shot out a web line. He would only get one shot at this. It needed to be a single swing to the other roof. He took a deep breath and committed, stepping off the roof and holding on to the web line with all the strength he had left. He swung through the air and let go just as he cleared the rooftop. Shane's body tumbled across the rooftop, landing in a soggy, heap a few yards away from the figure. He struggled to raise his head but managed to mutter one word.

"Aello?..."