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The Spiders had been mesmerized by their leader who had been secretly plotting with Clakk a revenge on Earth that was just about to go wrong.When Londo.n had become enwebbed in obscuring silk threads, a darkness began to encroach on the minds of most beings.
The majority of animals had fled the city, knowing in their breasts that something apocalyptically horrid was occurring. In fact a great shadow loomed evermore blackening the minds of humans who crawled to work the City Mile or begged the streets of Southwark below.
And meanwhile within the House at Westminster, the shadow was the darkest, for there the most hidden of secret announcements were spoken in an atmosphere of poison distrust.. From within the Spider cacoons, the words of the entrapped politicians still continued their manipulations undeterred. Endless monologue flowed from two cacoons in particular. AN elite Spider-guard had cordoned off the house which Clakk was presiding over in grim eight-leggedness. His brief from Zzelg had been to bring these two back to the Red Spider Nebula and forge an Anglo-Arachnid Alliance that would spread a deadly scurge of power throughout all non Arachnid terratories.
Such was Zzelg's wicked enterprise that he wished and through his evil mind's eye he exacted orders to Clakk's Spider brain to render their captives insensible and to get them to shut the fuck up.
So it was that a confident Clakk ran along a tiny thread to the bundles which contained the at that time Prime Minister and Chancellor of the Exchequer. Their names were David and Gideon.
Clakk licked his black lips as he paused before sinking his sting into what he thought would be succulent human meat. However Clakk had not anticipated the evil blood that coursed through the veins of his erstwhile dinner.
He had wished merely to paralyse his prey to end it's loquacious toxicity but when he dipped his hollow arse fang into the rump of his victim, Clakk received a nasty shock. His own levels of serum were not in quantity or quantity sufficient to give it's recipient more than a slightly jolting nip that, rather than further sedating Gideon, opened a flood gate of poison within the politician, reversing the flow of neural anaesthetics into Clakk's own bodily ventricles.
The Spider-envoy, crouched over his gloating would-be meal suddenly started, his wriggling legs shot out ridgedly from his bulky body, which normally night black, turned suddenly inky blue.
Foul creaking,retching sounds issued from somewhere within the Ambassador. A milky substance secreted from his gasping craw and from joints and chitinous casing in his exoskeleton. Clakk's eight eyes bulged and foamed as a tide of immeasurable hatred coursed into and saturated his entire system.
Insidious laughter poured from gaps in the s .
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