Araneae stepped from the shadows. His large bulbous eyes focused on Zoey, and his mouth twitched into a sneer. “Thought you’d get away did you, little girl?” he said, his voice quivering as though he’d swallowed a harmonica. The dim light cast shadows over his abnormally large head, making him look all the more sinister. Zoey stepped sideways and placed the mirror prudently on top of a plush chair. She turned and faced Araneae, her boomerang clasped tightly in her hand. “Yes, actually, I did.” The man-insect laughed a sick throaty laugh. “Well, I can promise that you and your friends will never leave here alive and in one piece.” “I wouldn’t bet on that.” Zoey glowered. “We’ve been doing pretty well, considering. I’m betting on us, Spiderman.” She stood her ground and faced him. Araneae’s eyes glazed over. He opened his mouth and vomited hundreds of small black spiders. They scrambled down his body, in and out of his clothes, and flowed onto the floor like black water as they surged towards Zoey.
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