Beasts Behind Me Chp 2: To Grandpa's House We Go

    I began to search the closets looking for a couple bags that the two of you could use to stash your stuff in while Bonnie tended to your injuries. Your school backpacks were to small to carry anything other than all the school supplies they had already stuffed into them. Suitcases were out of the question. Too awkward to carry and too noisy if we were to pull them along on the pavement. I had found a brown duffle bag and a backpack your father must have used when he went to college. I packed a bunch of clothes, tooth paste and tooth brushes, some blankets and a couple of other things. It was 12:30 in the morning when I finished. We needed to leave before it got bright outside.
"Almost ready Bonnie?"
"We're ready. How does it look outside?"
"It's still pretty dark but it will get brighter in about another hour or so."
"Good. I can't stand the smell from that insect much longer."
"We still need to figure out what we are going to do with her."
"We could bury her or burn her perhaps."
"A hole would be obvious and burning her would take to long"
She sighed. "I know. But where do you hide a woman that has the torso of a spider?"
I pondered this myself for a while. "Go find something large and sharp."
She raised an eyebrow. "You're not serious are you?"
"I am. Quickly we're running out of time here."
"Alright alright, hang on."
Bonnie came back later with a cleaver and a small axe in her hands.
"Girls go grab a couple of trash bags from the kitchen"
While the two of you went off into the kitchen we began to sever the spider's limbs into much smaller pieces. With every limb we severed more and more blood spurted onto the carpet and our clothes, making the smell become nearly unbearable.
"I don't think I can take much more of this stench Bullet."
I couldn't either. Thank god I had taken off my suit's jacket and rolled up my shirt's sleeves. Unfortunately Bonnie's new digs were not as fortunate as mine. Both her pants and shirt were speckled with blood splatters. She had attempted several times to roll up her pant legs but they proved to be uncooperative.
"I think we better start stuffing these into the garbage bags." 
We filled the trash bags and place them on the curb of the sidewalk so the garbage man could pick them up. Thank god it was garbage day.
"Is that all of them?"
"That was the last bag."
"Good. We'll wash the blood off of our hands then grab the girls and get the hell out of here."
Bonnie went to the kitchen sink while I went into the bathroom. The blood, thankfully, was easy to wash off. But even though we were able to wash it off of our fur and send it spiraling down the drain, it still felt like it was there. Still on our clothes and our minds. Why did all of this happen tonight? To them? 
"Hey, you okay?"
Bonnie had startled me, dragging me out of my trance of questions and curiosity.
"I'm fine. What is it?"
"It's starting to get brighter outside."
"Then I guess we better head out."
"Yea."
 It was nearly 2am by the time we left. Some of the streetlights in the neighborhood were beginning to turn off as the sun slowly began to rise. Mist hung in the air as well, devouring the light from faraway streetlights.
"Bonnie were you able to find the address for their grandparent's house?"
"Yes. And I found a map in one of the desk drawers. The address is 3922 NE 56 street, just a few blocks down from the city's shopping district."
"It's that far? We'll never make it in time" 
"We don't have a lot of options Bullet"
"We don't have any options Bonnie. I'm not leaving the girls in the hands of the police."
"Neither am I. The cops in this area are complete fools."
"Then it's settled. Let's go."
Rin and Katherine's parents lived on the outskirts of the city in a small little neighborhood. Mrs. Jones wanted to live in a safe community that had plenty of kids and a backyard that the girls could play in. By car the grandparents were only about a two and a half hour drive away. But the trek would be much longer since we were going on foot. By 4:30 AM we had reached their grandparent's house exhausted but in one piece without being seen. 
"So...how do you want to do this?"
"Girls we need you to-"
I should of known this would happen. The two of you had been awake for hours without getting your normal amount of sleep.
"Looks like we will have to knock instead"
"After you cottontail" 
I knocked on the door, both hoping and dreading an answer from the other side.
No response.
So I knocked again. This time I could hear movement inside. 
The door opened with your grandfather in standing in the doorway in a t-shirt, briefs and a bathrobe, a little surprised to see us.
"Yes?"
"Uh, G-good morning Mr. Jones. I know we may look strange but I promise we mean you no harm. We have your granddaughters with us."
"You better come in then." 
The man stood aside, holding the door open for us as we walked into the quiet little place that they called home. 
"Have a seat in the living room son. I'll be there in a minute after I help your friend tuck the girls into a proper bed."
"Thank you sir."
I sat myself down on a floral pattern couch. The living room was quaint and pretty in the morning light. Your grandmother's figurines sat on the mantel piece over the fireplace. It was April then so she had figurines of rabbits, flowers, and fairies out. Some Easter bunny I've turned out to be.
I could hear the stairs creak under the weight of tired old feet. Bonnie and Your grandfather made their way down the stairs and into the living room.
"Have a seat my dear."
"Thank you."
Bonnie sat next to me on the couch while you're grandfather sat opposite of us in his favorite blue recliner.
"Sir, Mr. Jones, I hate to tell you this but i'm afraid we are the bringers of some bad news."
"I know son."
"You do?"
"I can see it in your eyes. Both of yours. They remind me of a soldier's. Haunted by the blood and death of his comrades. My troops looked the same way."
"Im so sorry Mr. Jones."
"My son and Martha are dead aren't they?"
"We're afraid so sir."
"What happened?"
We told him of the events that happened. The pictures still fresh in our minds.
"So...Arachne was responsible for all of this. That dam spider."
"If only we had transformed sooner."
"No the two of you did well. You avenged their deaths, got rid of that horrible monster and more importantly you brought my granddaughters to me alive."
"Mr. Jones, Do you know of this spider? She seemed to know your son"
"I'm afraid I do my dear. Arachne was once a normal spider."
"You're joking!"
"Fraid not. Arachne's kind are also know to us as Jorogumo, a Japanese folklore creature. However she is not exactly the same as the Japanese portrayed her."
"Go on."
"Before the girls were born, my son, Walt, went to Bellwood University which is where he met Martha in his junior year. Now according to what he told me one day he was walking with one of his friends to class and his friend just happened to walk into a spider web. His friend, who hated spiders, completely flipped out and began to frantically search for the owner of the web. Walt went to his rescue and snatched the little spider from his hair. His friend demanded that he kill it. But Walt refused and instead he plopped the little insect into a rose bush and continued on his way to class."
"Let me guess. The spider was surprise by his act of kindness and started to become fond of him?"
"Haha you're a sharp one aren't you? Yes the spider took a liking to my son. Her like grew into love. But not a humanly love. More of an obsessive one. Like the love between a predator and its prey. It twisted her. Changed her"
"Ewww"
"Love comes in many forms my dear. It is not something to take lightly. I believe things only got worst when Martha came into his life. That must have been when she began to spite him." 
"But surely the spite didn't turn her into a monster?"
"You would be surprise how much emotion influences our world. Since ancient times it's turned men into demons, women into conspirators, and animals into monsters. It hangs in the air like smoke from a cigarette, filling your lungs, yet it has no say whether it will cause harm or good. In your case you seemed to have received the latter."
"So we transformed because of our emotions?"
"Probably. But the girl's blood may have also helped as well."
"How?"
"Think of it as Voodoo, dark cult practices were very common many ages ago and blood was one of the key bindings they used on inanimate objects. The two of you were inanimate dolls. But when the blood splattered on you you transformed and came to life."
"Sooo is this permanent then?"
"Most likely but it's hard to say for sure. You haven't even been active for 24 hours and whatever did this may not be permanent."
"Sow hat do we do then?"
"Get some sleep while you still can. I'm going to make a call to a friend of mine. She might be able to shed some light on this situation. I'll wake you when I know for sure."
"Thank you. Good night."
"Good night."