Black Widow and The Tarantula Ten
#8 of A Thousand Megatons of Love
This is it for the first batch of stories/filler for the week. I'd really like to know if these stories (or this series in general) are worth reading, if people like them, or if they're absolute crap. Also, I'm wondering if I should change the title of the series, because I'm just not happy with it. Ah, well...
Please tell me what you think of these things...
Black Widow and the Tarantula Ten
I loaded up my six-shooter, putting in the bullets one by one, knowing that the gun wasn't nearly big enough for what was coming. Jason cleared his throat, a clear sign of nervousness that I never liked. He was holding a large hunting rifle over his shoulder while cradling an empty bottle of whiskey in his hands. Shame, that; the whiskey would've made a decent Molotov. Our friends were all behind us, loading up their weapons and doing what they had to do as we all watched the horizon grow dark from the rooftop of an old apartment building. We could see the whole city from up here, but we weren't too fussed about the city right now.
They were coming...slowly and relentlessly, like wicked little snails. You could see fire and black smoke rising high into the morning sky, deflowering the purity of the cotton clouds and blackening out the sun. Turning my head away from the blowing wind, I looked around at our little gang, our little family that I've loved and grown up with in this new world. I wondered how in the hell we could win this one. For the first time in my life, I doubted if we would survive. Fuckin' bummer.
I looked at Jason and grinned; he looked back at me and flashed me a bright, twitchy smile. We were both nervous as all get out, but we wouldn't show it, not even to each other in our hour of glory. It was hopeless, yeah, but we were going to give those bastards the best show they've ever seen. I reached over and took the wolf's hand, letting his touch give me strength.
I knew I had to think that way; we were strong together, we were powerful together, we would win this fight together.
As long as I kept thinking that, maybe it would take longer for them to bring me down.
"Here they come!" Jason shouted, tossing the bottle over the edge of the building as he readied his rifle. I raised my pistol over my head and said "Cue the music!" I heard a click, and almost instantly Pat Benatar filled my ears, and I started rocking out to Hell Is For Children as I double-checked all my weapons. I didn't have much ammunition, so I'd have to make every shot count.
Jason and I kissed one more time as the sun disappeared entirely from the sky. Smoke rose higher and traveled on the steadily increasing wind, heading right for us like a monstrous black bat. It grew cold up here, but I felt sweat begin to drip down my forehead. We were ready for what they head to throw at us. We were going to close the curtain and bring this bitch down to the fuckin' ground. Just see if we don't.
Here he comes, the Black Widow himself...