As tony looked at the spider inching across the page of his notebook so slow and leisurely he bent down close gave it gently breath of air laughing a little as he saw the spider tense up, he watched it for a while longer, then saw his hand get closer and closer to the tiny creature and looked as it crawled over his hand, comical almost the way those legs moved just lightly touching the surface, it stopped he brought it up to his head and stared at it, wait.....scratch that.....our story starts some weeks previous.
There was movement that all Tony knew “Hello are you awake” he opened his eyes, and saw a nurse checking over him “you lucky to be alive you know, by the way it sounded if the police didn't take you when they did I am not sure that you would have survived, all you have is a broken rib and a mild concussion” she busied herself, shining a light in his eyes checking for a pulse. “Do the police want to talk to me?” “Yes they do, they said that they would come later on today, rest that was some knock to the head you took”. As he got as comfortable as he could with the woolly bedding he noticed the women across him in the next bed, she was tied down struggling fidgeting across the bonds on her wrists, strange she wasn't in a separate room, sleep came slowly to Tony that night.
As Tony entered the match he looked around and could see all of the faces of his loyal supporters the stony faced of the of the die hard fans and the the eager young fresh faces. The atmosphere was was so strong it was like walking in golden syrup. As he Tony made his way to his seat counting the rows until he saw his, edging along to his seat he said “Excuse me, sorry” as he scraped by another supporter, “HEY WATCH IT!” the man shouted. He turned looked at the man, and shouted back “Oi I said excuse me” but with these words on the tip of his tongue the look on the mans face wasn't there, “Im sorry sir totally my fault” escaped his lips, looking for his seat 26g the strange yellow bucket seat he sat down in anticipation of the oncoming match regardless of the memory of the man.
The players came into the pitch there was an almighty cheer which didn't stop the players from lining up in the center two people dressed in suits a man and a women holding a microphone came on heading for the middle “ As all of you may know the renowned football star Derick Ferasco committed suicide 3 days ago it came as a shock for his family and friends ….. and to me” he looked down at his hand “ Derrick was never thought to be like that!” the women touched his shoulder and he faulted and then pressed on “ if everyone could join me in a two minute silence please” Tony put his hands together and let his mind wander thinking of the fallen team member, he was suddenly shocked to hear people around him start to clap, it started small and quiet and got louder and louder, not everyone was clapping and the people who weren't were looking slightly sickened at the other fans, but as the other side started to clap and cheer their looks of disgust turned to anger, and as they headed down to the pitch Tommie was frozen to the seat looking as the scene unfolded in his eyes. It started small in the middle of the pitch, the players looked startled and ran to either end of the pitch, the look on their faces as the fight grew was one of pure ecstasy, as as it grew and the faces of the blissful and of the angry combined, a strange thought hit Tommie at the moment “If a tree was to fall in the woods, and nobody heard it, did it fall?”
D8m12 a drug that just hit the club scene nobody knew or claimed responsibility for bringing it to the club scene, but it started a most unusual trend of parties, that were open to only a select few of people with strange caveman scenarios, violent scenes act that a normal mind would never imagine, almost sacrificial, and more and more it turned out that way. What was unknown at the time about D8m12 was that it was created in the early fifties originally as a bio-weapon but then a starter drug that changed the chemical composition of most drugs in the pharmaceutical markets, it was never meant to be taken recreationally , or in its purest form after all 1/3 of a gram could destroy a person. It was kept a secret from the authorities for some even though the cases that were landing on desks around the country more and more surreal, when one of the police own officers had to be restrained, they questioned him tied to a chair with blood pouring down his head, they understood the reason behind all the cases on their desks, d8m12 had changed the receptors in the human body for pleasure and pain it had created a secret nation of pain junkies.
From every side of the pitch police came taking apart the smaller fights, the riot police came in and lined up braking up the mass as quickly as they could, as the fans and the police started running up the grandstands. “They look like ants” thought Tommie growing bigger and bigger as they headed towards him, the panic seized him as he realized that he should move but was stuck in the chair like he was part of the floor, they moved around him dashing to the exit barging tony as they did, he stood up in a daze following the crazed crowd with the police around him, he made his way to the exit. The light outside the stadium seemed different to tony as the yellow dressed security guards rushed around trying to help the police, and as tony walked towards the car park he didnt even feel the hit he just saw the ground hit him and one lone spider crawl along the floor and then darkness.
