Flyder!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 14, 2017

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Flyder.

When the first one was spotted, nobody knew quite what to make of it. A combination of a fly and a spider was just what it looked like. And it was big! Think of one of those big black bath spiders, put wings on it, and give it one hell of a sting! Are you getting the picture now?

At first there was speculation that it had arrived with imported fruit or materials of some sort. No amount of research could identify anything like it anywhere in the world though, so that put paid to that idea. So then it was considered some kind of genetic aberration, occurring when a spider was in the process of consuming a fly. Perhaps something went wrong and their gene pools got swirled together somehow. Either way, there was only one of them. Just as well, as it was proving to be pretty vicious.

More like a wasp than a bee, it could sting multiple times, and even seemed to derive some sort of pleasure from doing so. A single sting would cause a swelling the size of a grapefruit to quickly appear – that was if you were not allergic to it’s venom. But if you were allergic, the swelling would be so extreme, so severe, that you would be very unlikely to survive. Luckily there just seemed to be a single one of these....what. It could not be classed as an arachnid and it could not be categorized as an insect either. To all intents and purposes it would seem to be unique. Still, so long as it was contained, and remained so, there was no need to worry about it, was there.

But then there was another one, then two more, then ten. Where were they coming from? And what could be done? None of the insecticides seemed to even make them disorientated, let alone prove fatal. And there were very few people that could calmly stand there and let such a monster of a thing approach near enough to take a swing at it. They would have to have good aim, for it would not wait passively for another attempt but would instantly launch into its own attack.

Once the media got word of it the whole world was put on alert. There were phantom sightings and genuine sightings of the creature that had now been dubbed the Flyder. At first they only seemed to appear in a couple of countries but soon they were everywhere, wreaking havoc as they went. Rumours started that they were some sort of weapon developed by an opposing government, and diplomatic row followed diplomatic row. If they had been developed in a laboratory no-one was claiming responsibility.

Towns and cities were brought to a halt. People dared not walk on the streets, and although they’d be safe in their cars with the windows shut, nobody liked to drive. If you did happen to spatter one on your windscreen you’d find yourself with instant restricted vision. There began to be shortages of fresh foods – rural areas were just as badly hit as urban ones and farms were being brought to a standstill.

The Flyders only seemed interested in humans. They either left other animals alone or the other animals were immune to their venom. And what were they feeding on? It was presumed that they would be trapping insects just as normal spiders did, yet no one had seen a Flyder web. Perhaps they were gaining sustenance from the stinging process. How, no one could understand, but then no one knew much about these.....creatures.....at all.

And then one day they died. Without any obvious cause, they began to stop flying, to fall to the ground. Once there, they would thrash their legs around, trying perhaps to get to their feet and run. But not one of them seemed to get over the writhing stage before death happened naturally, or someone came along and brought a swifter squishier end.

There were big Flyder bodies everywhere when there was a sudden downpour. The rain fell so quickly that there was flash flooding in many areas, washing the bodies along the paths, the streets and down into the drains. And for once, people were glad of the clean-up job this accomplished.

An International Day of Celebration was called. All around the world people were out cheering, partying, glad to see the backs of those creatures that had caused so much suffering. The number of fatalities they had caused was as yet not known but was believed to be in the millions. And so many more had suffered through days of pain after having been stung, many being scarred for life.

There were a few people that speculated that the Flyders had come from another planet, perhaps from one that had suddenly become uninhabitable for them. Wasn’t there a theory that spiders originated on a different planet? Well, why not Flyders too! Mostly they were laughed at, mocked, but nobody could prove the theory wrong, at least not until their real origin was discovered.

Perhaps if someone had been standing by those drains and listening, maybe the celebrating would have been put on hold. At least until the cause of the buzzing underneath the gratings was established.


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