Whoa....Ummmm........BAD FIFI....NO COOKIE!!!
I am sorry for how long this took me to get out....i
have been sitting on it for about um........four
yeah........and REAL LIFE SUCKS........I hate my
Disclaimers in part one.....
She sat in the darkness of the room. Her hands lay
palm up, open on her lap. Her gaze lay on no
particular object in the room.
But deep inside, she was visualizing a large
tapestry, its design not one of this world. Threads
lead in and out of the loom, the weave intricate and
delicate, the weaver's small black spiders. Walking
towards the loom, she picked up a highlighted
and began to run her finger along it. The length of
it amazed her, and it's entanglement s were varied
With hands well calloused from the weaving, she
singled out other various threads, all entangled
together, and all long and strong. Mentally
highlighting them, she began to map out the weave.
But even as she held the threads, they began to
in and out of her hands, signaling a major shift in
the weaving pattern, the threads becoming shorter
even as she watched.
There was an interference with the loom. She
to see the problem, but the spiders worked faster,
their pincers making tiny clicking sounds of
then abandoned their work, before swarming her and
weaving their webs on her, anchoring her to the
This was folly, she heard in her head. This was
deepest she had ever gone, the most threads she had
ever held at one time.
Normally, she would just touch a thread and
it to the first split. Then she would release the
But now she held on for dear life.
On the other side of the loom, a large spider
out from the shadows. It made a horrendous clicking
as it came forward.
Using its first two legs as arms, it brought her
closer before bending down until it's large faceted
eyes were level with hers.
In a voice inhuman and human at the same time, it
She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to look
at the owner of said hand, Surprised to meet the
hazel gaze of Mr. Logan.
Whipping her head back to look at the Large
Arachnid, she was shocked to find herself in the
room, the spiders and loom, even the threads in her
Standing up, she wobbled for a moment, before
putting her face in her hands, finding the skin
and cold, faintly moist.
"Hey, kid? You all right?"
She wanted to laugh. She had just gone deeper
her power then she had ever gone before,
encountering a beast straight from the pits of Hell,
and he wanted to know if she was all right. "Yeah."
"Just askin'. You looked as if you were having a
seizure or somethin'."
She scoffed. "Yeah, more like a living
"I've had my share of those. Wanna talk about
He looked strangely uncomfortable about it. She was
slightly touched that he was willing to extend
in a way that was obviously uncomfortable.
"Naw, but I appreciate the offer." Rubbing the
back of her neck to release the tension building
there, she looked at him. "What are you doing here
"Chuck.... I mean the Professor, felt your
distress and I was the closest.
I've been trying to snap you out of it for the past
"Chuck huh?" She smiled, slightly, the corner of
mouth kicking up a little. "Maybe I should just
discuss this with you, and you tell me what you
"My power is so far unlimited. I have not hit a
brick wall, if you will. But to access that part of
me I have to enter a dream-like stasis. Similar to
daydreaming, understand?" At Logan's nod she
continued, "I don't see the future, I read the
threads, the skeins, of the tapestry of life. It's
part interpretation and part gut reaction. You
"'Kay. Any-ho..I just did so, and when I was
there, I encountered a very large spider, and it
sounded like it called me a name. Arachne...or
something similar...And this is new. I have never
encountered another being while in that state. So
question to you is this: Was I hallucinating, or
it really happen?"
"How is your Greek Mythology?"
"Do you know any of the Greek Myths?"
"Well, then, Arachne was a weaver, a really good
one. And she boasted that no one could weave a
better cloth then she, not even this Goddess, Athena,
who was the Weaver of the Gods. So Athena comes down
and challenges this girl to a duel of sorts. Arachne
accepted, and beat the Goddess. Athena was a sore
loser, and turned Arachne into a spider as
punishment, so that she had to spend the rest of her
existence spinning. "
"So how would I know the name?"
"Dunno. Maybe the Professor would be able to
Logan had already gotten up and was on his way
the door. "Yeah, kid?"
She was silent as she followed him out the door
into the hall, on their way to the Professor's
"I think I like calling him Chuck too."
Logan could only laugh.
"The tapestry is unraveling. But why?" Salome
looked at her brother. They were currently walking
through the halls of Xavier's fine mansion
on their way towards the cafeteria for breakfast.
"Maybe it has to do with Magneto wanting to put
into a form of white slavery." Her brother opened
door for her. She stepped into the room and moved
over to the serving line.
"Or maybe it has to do with something that I have
"Or maybe it has to do with who you are...Arachne"
A soft lilting trio of voices said in her ear.
looked in the direction the voices came from and was
stunned to see a woman dressed in black, covered in
cobwebs, standing next to a busy loom. She turned
head back to look at her brother and just like that
she was in the weaving room, the one she had
pictured in her mind.
"Where am I?"
"You are in a dimension that no other mortal can
interact with. But you are special. You can control
and read the skeins."
"Why me? And who are you?"
"We are the Fates. We are the keepers of the
of Life. You are the reincarnation of Arachne, the
first weaver. And through you we will stop a tangle
that will throw all life into chaos." The woman
spoke, three voices coming from her.
"How can I do anything to stop it? I'm just one
The woman's voices hissed. "YOU are the
will stop the tangle...or else chaos reigns."
"Ummm...you sure you ain't got the wrong girl?"
the woman's glare, Solly shrugged. "Well,
do I need to do?"
The woman gestured towards the Loom. "Call
the two primary Skeins from the tangle."
Fate hissed again and walked up behind Solly.
Pressing herself against the girl's back, she began
rub her belly. "You can feel the Tapestry here,
"Then pull with that feeling, the threads will
behave as you wish."
Solly concentrated, feeling the tingle in her
belly grow, then expand as she felt the slender, yet
strong threads slip into her hands.
"There, now, look at them, and tell me what you
"I see two threads intertwined for many years,
combined in a twist so tight that it is almost
impossible to tell them apart. And they spawn
"These two are very close friends, who are
destined to be lovers, and their children will bring
balance to the Tapestry. Unfortunately, recent
have caused the two to become less close, to the
where all feelings of attraction have been ignored.
They are in fact beginning to harbor a deep
for each other. This must end.
"And this is your job."
Fate smiled and held her tighter, "I'll show
Salome looked around the empty room, a lamp lit
the bedside table. Turning her head, she came face
face with a slit-eyed George. Meeting her gaze, he
began to purr.
Crossing her hands over her head, and her legs at
the ankle, she began to sing softly.
"Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match, find me
find. Catch me a catch...."
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