Drider#2

	The forest outside of the city was not a comfortable place to spend the night. However, it was clear that there were some things that need to be sorted out before I could return to the city. In the confusion, I left everything that was in my pants at the scene of the crime. At first I panicked because they would know that it was me, but then I realized that I wasn't even me anymore and I was more at risk of being dragged off for being a monster.

	It was only at this point that I took a look at my new form. In a natural stance, I stood roughly six feet tall. Like a spider I had a total of eight legs now and a rather large abdomen hanging behind me. I had never been fond of spiders so I had my misgivings at first, but I was lucky that I was not covered in tarantula-like hair. I had a sheathe of smooth black chitin forming an exoskeleton over my whole rear end. I also had two additional appendages closer to my waist, similar to the way a spider would have mandibles. Moving up from there I had pale skin and dark hair that fell down past my shoulders.  My face and general body shape were distinctly feminine, my skin was smooth and arms were slender. However, my eyes were now solid orbs of deep red, almost black. I had six eyes now, two primary in the same space you'd find normal eyes,  and for secondary located above my brow. I had discovered that I had hardly gotten hungry and I had some odd... 'abilities'. Now before you should go on I feel like I should tell you that I had never really been a violent person, I had never used a weapon seriously in my life but now I found that I could pull what seemed to be some sort of pistol out of thin air. I also had magic, although I only knew this because I could feel it, I hadn't even tried to use it yet, hell I was too preoccupied trying to learn the ins and outs of being half spider, webs seemed easy to make , although if I focused too hard I tripped up and I would have complications, it seemed like my body knew what to do and that it would take a while to come close to my instinctual skill. My eyes hadn't changed except in number, even with the extra eyes I couldn't really see any better.

	Exploring the forest was enlightening, I was fast and strong beyond what I had thought humans capable of. The one thing I couldn't really wrap my head around was why I was a girl, a pretty one at that. Being the social recluse I was, I had never gotten to know many women. So I was honestly confused what do with myself so I put it out of mind and focused on finding out what else had happened to me. I could heal at amazing speeds, I ended up cutting myself of a stray thorn and the wound closed itself before my eyes. I had a sense that I didn't have before, akin to feeling like I had a reservoir inside of me, it would slowly drain as I performed tasks; summoning my gun, healing from the cut was what caused it to drain the fastest. Despite all this, however, I still I had yet to fall below 95% of my maximum even after summoning and releasing the gun over and over again for a while. I discovered that shooting the gun was louder than in the movies and video games, the recoil was next to nonexistent however, I assumed that was because of my unnatural strength. Shooting the gun however drained relatively large amount of energy. I decided to call this energy mana, like what you would read in books and movies, it just seemed appropriate. I also found out I had a strange ability to disguise myself, although... I still would stand out quite a bit.  I had the amazing ability to transform into a normal girl except I could only wear what appeared to be a spider silk bodysuit that left little to the imagination and I lost most of my strength.

	Eventually day turned to night and then today again, only then did I start to feel what would be  pangs of hunger. I didn't really feel right about killing and eating something in the wilds so I decided to use the money I conveniently found somewhere in the bodysuit when disguised. I travel through the forest in my natural new form, only donning my disguise once I was within sight of the city. Walking through the city outskirts drew less attention than I thought, people seem to be avoiding looking at me, not like they were trying to be nice or anything, but the same way one would not look at a mailbox on the side of the road. As the day progressed I entered a diner, sitting at a table in a sunbeam I had to call a waitress over because she wouldn't notice me. Once I did however she seemed surprised at my appearance and was quite awkward when taking my order. Getting my food I felt the strange inclination to make fun of the waitress, of course I didn't, but I was very tempted, paying for my food I even didn't want to tip her anything. I felt quite bad (ignoring the twinge of perverse pleasure) when I  didn't however so I went back in without her noticing me and put some money on the table. I began to get this feeling more as I moved through the streets. First I wanted to destroy a mailbox, then I felt like taking a child’s toy.

	Chaos and mayhem seemed to follow my thoughts, desire to hurt people both physically and mentally. I needed to clear my thoughts somehow, normally I would angrily text some of my friends on my phone, but that was left with the car. In order to satisfy my thoughts, I decided to go back to the scene of the crime. It was all cleaned by now; if that was the doing of the police or the pink animal I didn't know. I walked the streets watching all the people move about their daily jobs, nobody paid me any attention a thing I surely wasn't unhappy about. I ended up in front of  a window that had a TV on display, they were playing the news, my face was next to a picture of my dented bloodstained car. Well, my old face. I thought about my parents, surely they were called, maybe some of my immediate friends had been notified. Who knew what they thought happened, but there was a reward for any information of my whereabouts.  I sighed and turned away from the TV and began my trek towards a hotel I was planning on staying in when I first came to this city.

	I ended up practicing magic on my way over, giving into some dark thoughts I found out I could send people emotions and thoughts simply by focusing on them. Spreading malignant ideas and feeling felt good, telling that taxi driver that this was never where he wanted to be, making a girl feel disgusted by the man she was having a date with, making a mother think that she would have been better off never having that second kid, giving awareness to the middle school kid that he was the reason his parents left each other. All this felt really good. I got to the hotel in high spirits, striding up to the main desk I took out a room on the 5th floor.

	Taking the elevator I felt tears rolling down my face, confusion washed over me, 'I'm happy' I thought; no, told myself. Despite the rush of happiness, I slowly felt overcome with the implications of my actions. I was crying for real now. I ran back t my room pushing somebody aside as I fumbled with the key card and locked myself in. I dropped my disguise and feel to the floor sobbing in self-loathing. But this would only be the start of a long few weeks.