The plane cruised through the black velvet sky, stars scattered like distant fires. Midnight hung heavy, and most passengers had dozed off. A soft turbulence rocked the aircraft gently, like a lullaby no one truly trusted.
Jackson Wang sat by the window, alone, staring into the nothingness outside. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—regret, worry for Nuong, and the deep unknown of what lay ahead in exile.
A faint sound pulled his attention away. Soft at first—rhythmic, muffled moans.
His brow furrowed.
He glanced toward the front of the plane. The sound came from near the cockpit.
Curious and cautious, Jackson stood up and made his way down the aisle, feigning a stretch as he passed sleepy passengers. He was headed to the bathroom, but paused.
The cockpit door was slightly ajar. From within, a man's bare back moved in sync with a woman's faint whimpers. She wore a stewardess's uniform—torn now, her lipstick smeared.
The man—tall, sculpted like a Greek statue, with glistening sweat on his muscular body—looked over his shoulder and locked eyes with Jackson.
Jackson froze.
A smirk curled on the man's lips.
While Jackson was going back to his seat, on the way, appeared a man, naked.
"I saw you sneak around," the man said smoothly. "You want to join us?"
Jackson's face darkened, how embarrassing for what he saw and now the man who was doing something with that woman alone just came and talk to him like this!
The grin on the pilot's face never fade, looking at Jackson the passenger who had just seen his martial art lately. Without any shame, now he shows off all his parts of body in front his beloved passenger. Jackson's face turned red, he couldn't believe what he had seen and heard.
anger rising. "You're shameless!" he muttered with disgust.
"Peter," the man grinned wider, showing his white teeth. " My name is Peter Parker."
Jackson stiffened.
The name.
The grin.
The air shifted.
"How was that? Do you like it?" The handsome pilot teased.
Jackson was all red and didn't know what to reply, for it was his fault that he sneaked around, but who knows? Some people could do this on the plane? However, he tried to act cool as always, and recomposed himself.
"Well, take your time! I'll go back to my seat."
A bone-chilling scream shattered the air from the back of the plane.
Passengers jolted awake.
Another scream.
Then chaos.
Jackson sprinted back through the narrow aisle, heart thudding.
What he saw… wasn't human.
Four grotesque spider-like creatures—each larger than a man—crawled along the ceiling and seats. Their long, spindly legs punctured through heads and torsos. Passengers shrieked, scrambled, begged. Blood soaked the carpeted aisle.
One spider turned toward Jackson. It hissed.
Its eyes—dozens of them—were human.
No. Not just human. Familiar.
Project A-8…
The Spider Gene Experiment. Jackson's breath caught. It couldn't be.
He turned and ran toward the cockpit.
"Run!" he shouted, barging in.
Peter stood calmly, still naked. His eyes were now pitch black, pupils slit like a reptile's.
Jackson gasped.
"You… You were one of them."
Peter's voice shifted—low, multi-toned, almost insectile. "The baby that survived. You thought I was dead."
Jackson's mind raced. Years ago, in the Celestial Project, there had been a hidden branch—a controversial study: Spider Integration in Human Embryos. The mother was injected during early pregnancy with genetically modified spider DNA. (They wanted to create the real spiderman.)
The result was horrifying.
All embryos hatched early… and consumed her from the inside out.
They were exterminated.
Except… one.
Peter's smile twisted unnaturally. "Don't you remember me?"
"Remember my ass!" Jackson shouted with anger.
"I created you to help humans, not to destroy them! I was so disappointed in you!"
from a twisted unnatural smile, the man who called himself Peter Parker as the spiderman in the movie, now gets emotional after hearing those scolding from the Doctor he always remembers and remembers as his benefactor… Suddenly, one of the spider monsters tries to enter the cabin, where Jackson and Peter are. A Sharp tentacle of the spiders penetrated the door and almost hit Jackson's back. Despite the shock, Jackson sees the facial impression of Peter; it should be happy to see him almost die! But in contrast, the spider monster, this one, one who called himself as the Real Spiderman, raged with anger and ran toward Jackson. The speed was so rushed, Jackson's eyes hadn't blinked but the handsome face of the little spider he spared the life of was already there! His eyes are fierce with anger! However, Jackson didn't feel any pain through his attack; Peter ran and cut off the tantacles that tried to harm Jackson.
Oh, my. My soul almost leaves my body! Luckily, this spider is still grateful.
"Lord," he said, softly. "You're safe now."
Jackson tensed. His voice was ice.
"Don't call me that. You're not Peter Parker. You're the Spider. A monster."
The man's smile was calm, eerie.
"But I was born from your dream. Spider Genome 02. You remember."
"I remember trying to destroy you."
"You created me… and then tried to kill me. But I survived." The Spider stepped forward. "I wanted to find that face again. Yours. You watched me hatch. You didn't scream like the others."
Jackson clenched his jaw.
"Why are you killing these people?"
"We were hungry." The Spider grinned. "We just wanted to have a meal together."
"Eat dinner your mother!" Jackson snapped.
The Spider's grin fell. He looked almost… hurt.
"But I don't know what else to eat. This human body—needs fuel. And your people taste… so good."
Jackson's voice dropped.
"…Where did you get that body?"
The Spider looked up through lowered lashes.
"A man with red eyes gave it to me."
Something dark stirred in Jackson's gut.
Suddenly, the walls vibrated violently. The cockpit alarms blared.
"Warning. Engine failure. Altitude dropping."
"What did you do!?" Jackson shouted.
The Spider just laughed.
"I called my siblings. They wanted to see the sky too."
A terrible groan rang out as the plane tilted sharply. Luggage crashed. Screams echoed.
"Brace for impact!" someone yelled from the intercom—then static.
Jackson grabbed the nearest seat, holding on as the plane descended fast, wind howling through broken windows. One final screech of metal—
CRASH!
The plane tore through the sea like a blade, smashing into the water with thunder. The world went black, bubbles rushing upward.
Underwater, limbs floated. The wreckage split in two.
Jackson kicked upward through the cold, dark ocean, lungs burning. Above, the surface broke with moonlight. Below, shadows slithered.
The spiders were swimming.
And they were hungry.