“I want to play a game”

”Is it find the letter?” Locke asked of his computer screen over his shoulder before diving the upper portion of his body back into the largest box that had arrived for him. Packing peanuts stuck to his jacket and rolled under the bed, making him growl in frustration. Kendra had sent him an email saying that she was going to send him a few packages with things he was going to need, and that there would be a list so he could check to make sure it all was there. Perhaps he should be looking at the bright side, that she was taking his running away this well, though it was the usual debate between the two for him to get to voice his opinion, but as always Locke looked past the silver lining and right into the storm clouds. She could have just emailed it, but no, that would have been too sensible. So far he had found his Saw movies which all had been rubber banded together. He figured that without him being around to keep an eye on the twins Kendra wanted his horror and psychological thriller movies as far as possible from the five year olds.

A smaller box had been opened already, the contents of which had been some clothes that he had left behind. Just enough of the peanuts had escaped him earlier to stick to his folded t-shirts and decorate the carpet as if it had snowed strange figure eight snowflakes. Upending the boxes would be the quickest way to find what he was looking for, but Locke had the sense to know doing so would mean a greater clean up later.

Locke paused in his unpacking to watch the movie for a moment. The needle pit scene. Classic. A lot of people felt squeamish around anything medical, especially needles. He almost laughed watching as Amanda was tossed in. It was not that the sight of the thrashing or the clearly unclean tools of injection that made him smirk, so much as the similarity between her situation and his own. Not that he was a former junky being put through a test of his will to live, but he was for all purposes stuck in a pit, fumbling for something that was hard to distinguish from the rest.

SpiderGirl.
SpiderGirl.
Not a radio active female spider.
Can she Climb, in a box.
Yes she can, She's a spider.
Look out!
Out crawls the spider girl....

Petunia Gardener had been nestled quite comfertably below the packing peanuts. In fact she was still at the bottom of the box in the form of a dinner platter sized bird eating spider. She'd shifted to this form after squeezing through the cracks of the box as a flea. Now that the box had been openned and things were being taken out of it, Petunia felt her spider mouth pull back into what a spider smile would look like. She was about to have some fun.

With less things in the box, below the packing peanuts, petunia began to manipulate the other part of her mutation. At first the spider's skin and shell looked as though it was crawling on it's own. Then the poors in her body openned up as beetles, smaller spiders and centipedes wiggled free. As a few things went out of the box. Petunia began to fill the bottom. She was limited by the amount of surface area her spider body had. Her human form was much more capable of creating swarms quickly, but being that she was in a box, and didn't want to show her human face.

So mean while the inside of the box began to grow and duplicate with insects, and the packing peanuts began to rise. Then one of Petunia's many warriors decided to pop it's head out of the top of the packing peanuts. A centipede snacked it's way to the surface with it's little legs wiggling accross the top layer.

Locke didn't notice at first the moving packing peanuts. After all he kept moving the box about to get things from different angles, and he wasn't entirely focused on what his hands were doing. Jigsaw was a lot more interesting to the teen than finding out what his step mother thought was critical for him to have. He was getting distracted, and he was aware of it. Locke sighed and got up to pause the video, telling himself he wasn't going to watch it until he had at least found that stupid letter.

"It's breeding," Locke commented, slightly amused at the sight of the packing peanuts. Of course he wasn't talking about how the peanuts had suddenly turned into tribbles and were slowly expanding their empire, but rather how the task before him seemed to be growing larger before his eyes. That was the way things happen whenever you have a difficult or unpleasant task set before you. As Locke continued to stare into the box he gradually noticed that the peanuts were indeed, well, breeding. "What the?" he uttered, stepping closer.

One hand reached into the box, but Locke pulled it away quickly as a centipede made its presence known. He had heard how tarantulas get into crates of bananas, and somewhere along the line he had heard that centipedes were venomous. Whether or not that was true, and if it was true whether that was also true for humans Locke didn't know. Nor did he know what do do about the bugger or his box. The peanuts were still moving, which meant that there was something more in there, and at least one thing was alive. Just his luck. He was sent something that gave birth. It sucked that he couldn't even 'see' what was in there. Packing peanuts were just not something he was in tune with.

Petunia had come to the mansion on a mission. She'd investigated the mansion's security systems from every angle possible. Including when she was in her human form, when she was in the form of beetles and even when she was a minute house fly she'd buzzed on the inside. She knew the mansion was high tech and high security, but rather than serving as a deterrent, that only gave her inspiration. She would make them focus on the small things. And if this plan didn't work, well she'd have plan trying.

Somewhere in the back ground, Petunia heard the movie get turned off. Too bad. She'd been enjoying the back ground noise. Making her insect army was boring after the first few waves of little commacazi soldiers pulled away from you spider body. Well that just meant that she was going to have to make her own fun.

The centipede continued snaking it's way over the edge of the box, then froze. below it the packing peanuts were clearly moving now. Popping up like popcorn and in the center of the box a low hiss started low, then began to grow. The hissing sound came from a group of hissing Cockroaches.

There had been a brief moment in which Locke thought that perhaps his younger brother had found what looked like a cool and funny bug and wanted to share it with him. After all the kid was still young enough that he wanted to show off what he found. Locke wasn’t even sure if there was such a centipede anywhere in San Francisco except for possibly the zoo. Most people don’t think about bugs unless there is an infestation. Which is why the teen was wondering where the closest can of Raid was.

Though bug spray wouldn’t do much against snakes, which was what Locke assumed was making the hissing noise. He couldn’t think of any other animal that would make such a noise. Ok, so cat will hiss on occasion, but even a boxoholic cat will leap out after being shipped, if it had lived through the process. ”C’mon… drop already,” he told the centipede, shuffling his mind slowly beneath the carpet and to the concrete floor. Who needs Raid or a fly swatter when you have Fluffy?