The BIG SPIDER galloped across the Irish countryside, Robert draped over his back.
“Where are you taking me?” screamed Robert in the ear of the beast.
“I am showing you the carnage that I have wrecked, the bodies of the people I’ve killed and the bones of the dead animals I have devoured. I am showing you what you have caused by keeping me alive.”
The SPIDERS voice entered Roberts mind, it seemed, not through the ears but by some other means. Above the thundering pound of the SPIDERS feet, he could hear his ghastly voice clearly, as if there was no other sound but that.
“What… What are you talking about? I have done nothing.”
They stopped abruptly, Robert heaving forward on the back of the monstrosity, almost falling to the ground. He managed to hold on.
“NO, you have not done nothing, you silly creature. By not killing me while I was still a small and vulnerable spider, you have let me evolve beyond even the human race. I have become a bringer of death to all that cross my path, like those of my species that are exterminated when they are foolish enough to cross a man.”
The SPIDER kicked off again, faster than before. The countryside whizzed past Roberts vision, details lost in the blur but soon the travelling partners came upon an enflamed village.
Robert could see that what was not on fire, had already burned to the ground. The once magnificent church had toppled in upon itself, unable to sustain the weight of the lofty spire. Shops and houses were just black ruins peppered with trinkets that had belonged to mothers and father, children and pets. But now they belonged to no one. Robert was in shock at the carnage that lay around him.
“What happened here? What… happened to this village?” The SPIDER took Robert off his back, almost gently, and placed him on the ground, under his giant mouth. Roberts’ legs folded beneath him and the SPIDER almost smiled if a spider could do such a thing.
“This Village crossed my path so I, just, removed it.”
Robert started to cry at hearing this and he looked about at the remnants of this once vital village. A charred body lay at the base of a burnt, broken wall. The corpse was so small that it must have been that of a child’s.
“A dead child… How could you kill a child?”
“You created me, Robert. This Village would not be damned, had you not provided a shelter for my kind and me. I am born from you, don’t you see. I am your son.”
“No, I had nothing to do with this or you…” Robert clutched his chest in disbelief and shook his head. His mind was wrought with confusion and grief. Had he done this? Was he the instigator of this destruction?
The SPIDER picked Robert carefully off the ground and placed him on his back.
“Hold on tight.” And he charged away again.
From his vantage point, Robert could see the entire countryside. The full moons glow turning lakes silver and leaving white highlights on treetops like snow. Sullen orange glows emanated from towns and villages and far way cities. From up here, it looks almost innocent and peaceful, like a baby sleeping noiselessly in a cot. It was only when they started travelling up hill, did Robert begin to wonder where were they going. As if he had asked it aloud, the SPIDER said “I am taking you home, father.”