[Hamartia]
After getting the job on Friday, Rob had tried to get in the flow of things. Too much energy, excitement, and excitement from before left him awake Friday evening. He tossed around a remote, attempting to watch TV but the only thing that interested him was the news and it was getting repetitive. He tossed the click away, rubbing idly at his bite. It was thankfully almost back to normal and the skin on the hand didn't feel stretched tight. To prove it, he bent his fingers, letting them fold into his palm. He ran through fingers, running over the day in his mind. Middle fingers in - outer ones up - and a string of something spread across the room.
Rob paused. That wasn't right at all. He repeated the motion, more slowly, before doing it again. This time he could see a thin, silvery substance shoot out to the opposite wall. "The fuck?" One more time and his hand moved out fast enough to snatch at it - faster than he should have. Reflexes improving? After testing the material between his hands, he decided the best way to describe it was web-like - which sparked a whole new set of ideas.
The rest of the night was moved in that fashion, shooting and creating webs, turning his living room into something out of a horror film. He downed Coke and Dr. Pepper, too excited to sleep, too caught up in this manifestation of powers and trying to figure it out. Why and how was the key thing - the spider bite could only be a coincidence. Other things clicked together. His vision, hearing - his unease in crowds. When had he become spider-like?
It was around 4:30 AM, he left his apartment for the sake of finding more caffeine supplies - when he'd get back he'd do research online. He navigated his way through the door, hitting the streets. It took him an hour to get the supplies and to give in to the sirens. Knowing his job would be on the line, he followed them to Hamartia where the crowd was. Maneuvering his way through the people until he was at the crime scene itself, Rob adjusted the camera. Aside from his uncle, it was the first time he'd seen someone in this bad of a shape. The camera fell against his chest and he had to fight the urge to vomit. No. Jesus Christ, no. He stepped back towards the doors, trying to think straight.