Heart Of A Spider - Season 1 - Episode 23

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Heart Of A Spider - Season 1 - Episode 23

“Four bullets to go,” announced Patrick.
The boy sprinted towards the kitchen. The swinging door he pushed on almost fell off its
hinges. In his panic, Nick slipped on the polished floor. Grabbing the edge of the table his left
knee hit the tiles. He winced in pain as he struggled to his feet. Spying the phone sitting on the bench he limped around the table towards it.
“Three bullets to load,” called Patrick. Dropping his hand back into his pocket he extracted a
bullet and began to juggle it a few times before sliding the bullet, head first into the next vacant
chamber.

Patrick stared at the still swinging door. He grunted under his breath.
“Two bullets to go,” called Patrick. He turned his head to glare at the girl.
Kobe swallowed, squirming on the seat. “Brother, please hurry,” she squealed. Kobe wiped
the back of her hand across her eyes to erase the bead of water appearing on her forehead. Her
eyes welled as she repeated her sentence.
Patrick slid the last bullet home. “Last bullet,” he called sarcastically.
The lad grabbed the phone and ran for the door.
Patrick snapped the gun barrel back into its correct position. Painting a smirk on his face he
aimed the gun at the girl. She cringed into the back of the seat. Her eyes widened. Her face slowly
distorted from the anxiety.

“Here, here,” called the boy. He fell over his own feet for the second time and watched in
horror as the phone bounced over the carpet.
“Very well done, you only did one thing wrong.”

The boy wore a pleading expression.
“The phone isn’t in my hand.”
Patrick re-aimed the gun at Kobe’s face. She closed her eyes. Her face changed to starched
white. She tried to scream, but no noise filled the room.

Patrick’s finger started to constrict on the trigger. His murderous stare widened. Kobe sensed
he loved the power.

The boy jumped to his feet, snatched the phone off the carpet and lunged for Patrick’s
outstretched hand. The gun moved sideways. Kobe heard a click. Both kids were momentarily
mummified. Patrick gave the lad a sharp backhand across the face which sent him spiraling into
the wall. A horrid, evil laugh filled the room. Patrick roamed the gun back and forth between the
two kids. His laugh changed to a chuckle.
“I’m sorry for taking too long. Please, don’t shoot my sister,” puffed the boy.
“You’re both too valuable alive.”
“So you weren’t going to shoot either of us?” questioned Kobe.

“Not yet.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Patrick aimed the gun at the boy. “I’ll prove it.” He pulled the trigger.

They heard a click.
“The gun won’t click next time.”
“I saw you load six bullets,” stammered Kobe. Her breathing sounded fast and shallow.
Patrick stooped closer to the girl. “You only think you saw me load six bullets.” He produced
two bullets from his pocket and finished loading the gun. “Now I’ve loaded six bullets.” He
snapped the gun closed and aimed it at the boy.
“How did you pull off the trick?” Kobe asked.
“Magic my dear girl. A magician knows how to palm an object. I’m slow, but you kids were
too scared to catch on.”
“What do you want from us?” asked Kobe in a confident voice.

Patrick pocketed the gun, pacing the floor. His grin looked full size when he finally stopped.
He squared himself to the kids.
“You’re aunt will be arrested for the murder of Kendal. I’ll be off the hook. Free as a bird. I’ll
be free to go anywhere I choose.”
“What if we tell my aunt or the cops of your plans?”

“You won’t. If you do your brother will be on the police missing board. He’ll never be found.
Understand?”
Kobe gulped back a tear.
“Of course, you do.”
“All this is because you want to kill Detective Kendal?” asked Kobe.

“You’re a very intelligent girl. Go to the top of the class so everyone can tell you have an
outstanding IQ.”
“Will you set us free when this is all over?” questioned Kobe, bravely. Her expression looked
doubtful.
“Yes.”

“Can we believe you’ll keep your word?” added Nick.
“I do what I say.”
Kobe frowned. Standing so she could meet Patrick’s stare at eye level, she folded her arms.

“I hope you’re not thinking about defying me, girlie? It will be the biggest mistake of your
life.”

Kobe quickly summed up Patrick as not making idle threats. She relaxed her arms. “What do
you want me to do?”
“I need you to tell me where I can find Detective Kendal? I want you to discover what his
plans are for the near future? For example is he going out for dinner? What case is he working on
at the moment? Does he have a clue where I am? I want you to find out all the Goss?”
“How can I?”

“You and his daughter are the same age. I want you to organize to be transferred to the same
school. In fact, I want you and Tegan Kendal in the same class.”

“I can’t organize to be transfered from one school to the next. I’m a kid.”
“Find a way.”
“I can’t.”
“Where’s your mother?”
“Both my parents died.”
“Condolences to you and you’re brother. Who is your legal guardian?”
“My aunt,” jeered Kobe.

“Good. When she comes home you will tell her you want to change schools. Be imaginative
in what excuse you give.”
The group heard clapping coming from the other room. The man looked pleased as if he’d
won lotto.

“Excellent persuasive power, my hat goes off to you Patrick. I’m impressed. Kids, you are
looking at the new heart of a spider. You will now take orders from Patrick. He’s in charge. All
correspondence will be through him. You will answer to him and him alone. If there are any
questions you will ask him. If I were in your shoes I’d do exactly what he tells you.”
“Who are you?” jeered Nick, sounding defiant.
“My name is Mr. Upp.”