"Hey, Four Eyes!"
	Olivia felt a rather solid piece of paper bounce off the back of her head. She scowled, turning her head in the direction the voice had come from. Laughter greeted her, as the other schoolkids pointed and mocked. Unable to figure out which of them was responsible, and with a boiling anger taking hold, Olivia turned back to her sandwich and took another bite. Every day it was like this, especially during Lunch and after school. The kids would tease and harass her whenever they could get away with it. She wished they would leave her alone. Even pretend she didn't exist. Anything would be better than the current treatment they gave her. A single tear slipped down past the girl's square-rimmed glasses and streamed along her cheek.
"Oooh. Is Four Eyes gonna' cry?" One kid taunted.
"She's too much of a skinny little bitch to do anything about it!" Yelled another.
	Olivia tried to ignore the insults, but it was clear that they were getting the better of her. Biting the bottom of her lip, she tried as hard as she could to hold back from crying. Hearing the kids continue their verbal barrages. It was a wasted effort, and the tears began to stream like the downpour of a storm. Unable to take any more; the spectacled girl ran through the Lunch Room entrance, down the hallway and out the exit. Outside, a fair distance from the school, she cried. This time, making no attempt to muffle her sobs.
"I hate that damned school and everyone in it!" Olivia's words came out choked, near-incoherent amidst her misery. She wanted to run away from all of this. To start a new life. Not that many, if any, would miss her. She knew it would be difficult for her to fend on her own. But after 16 years of living in an abusive household, the thought was an incredibly enticing one.
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	Olivia took one last look behind at the home she would likely never see again. This was it. After packing what meager amount of money and canned foods she could into her backpack, along with the job section of a recent newspaper. The girl made way for the nearest bus station; recalling the details of one job ad, in particular. One that Olivia was sure she more than qualified for. The description had read: Knowledgable indivudal(s) needed for Entomology/Arachnology position. Full-time. Starting wage based on level of knowledgeability. Open-minded personality preferred.
	Studying insects and their relatives was pretty much all Olivia did in her free time. Locking herself away for hours on end, sometimes even whole weekends. Taking in any and all information she could on different species of insects and arachnids. Mainly, because her parents would not allow her to get a tarantula or ant farm. Not that it had stopped her from conducting close-up examinations of the creatures in general. The area around the school was home to numerous species, and she had documented each and every one. Keeping the data in a series of books that she kept with her at all times. Simply thinking about the sum of knowledge she possessed, improved Olivia's confidence.
'Yeah, I'm certain I'll be hired.' She thought with a smile.
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	The wait for the bus to reach her destination seemed like an eternity for Olivia. Descending from the vehicle's steps, she looked around. A barbed wire fence stretched in both directions, as far as Olivia could see. A large-but-plain building sat in the middle of them, their metal attached to its foundation. She took out the ad snippet and looked at the address, double-checking to verify that she was at the right building.
"This looks to be the right place. But why in such a remote and out of the way area?" She pushed open the entrance's heavy steel doors. The air inside smelled of anti-septic, and other cleaning solutions. She took note of the building's interior, then approached the entry office. From behind a reinforced glass window, Olivia was gretted by a receptionist.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes. My name is Olivia, and I'm here to apply for the position you have listed in this ad." She held up the snippet and slid it underneath a receptacle slot. The slot's door closed, depositing the torn paper on the receptionist's side of the glass. He retrieved and looked it over, then withdrew a sheet and slid it into the receptacle.
"If you could just fill out this Entomology/Arachnology questionnaire; I'll be back momentarily, with the manager. He stood and pushed away from the office's microphone. Disappearing behind a door marked "Authorized Employees Only!"
	Olivia took a seat in one of the few chairs that this reception room had and began looking over the form. The questions ranged from basic. Such as, how long the gestation period for an ant was. To much more challenging ones, like labeling the inner and outer anatomy of various insects. The questionnaire ended on a personal note. Asking which insect or arachnid Olivia related to/knew the most about. She found such a inquiry odd, but thought little of it as she jotted down her response: The Recluse Spider.
	She had just finished penning the last letter when she heard the "Employees Only!" door open again. A middle-aged man stepped out first, followed closely by the receptionist from earlier. Olivia watched the former eye her skeptically, seemingly sizing her up. A moment later, he motioned for her to approach the office window. Shyly, the girl moved towards the desk and placed her finished questionnaire back into the receptacle. The middle-aged man precisely grabbed up the piece of paper, looking it over; his stoic expression did not falter.
"Your score is exemplary, Olivia. Please, follow me." He motioned his head for her to join him.
	Olivia was just barely able to keep from bursting into a full sprint. Making a conscious effort to follow the man at a fast walk. She kept pace alongside him, still too shocked to even speak.
"My name is Logan. I'll be the one overseeing your research and experiments until you're able to function independantly."
	Olivia finally found her voice.
"P-pleased to meet you, Logan."
"Indeed." The single word came out sounding arrogantly dismissive, but Olivia thought nothing of it. She'd landed her dream job, at last! She couldn't wait to start her research.
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	The pair arrived in a small, two-sided room. The kind that looked like it was used for police lineups, though a fair bit bigger. Logan non-chalantly directed an open hand towards a door that connected to the other room.
"Before you can begin your research, we need to register you into the Employee Database. If you'd be so kind as to step into the other room. Oh, and remember to deposit any luggage, including books, before you enter."
	Olivia did as instructed. Placing her backpack into a receptacle similar to the one in the reception area, and stepped into the room. She turned to face the window that seperated her from the side she had entered from.
"Now. If you could place your hands on the scanning tables, we can begin entering your fingerprints into the system."
	She looked at the pair of squared pillars, each one roughly 5 feet tall. Their surfaces were a shiny, polished black. With two openings on the side of the pillars' surface. Olivia placed a hand on each one, respectively. Without warning, a pair of manacles emerged from the surface openings. They fastened, clamping down on the startled girl's wrists in unison with another set around her ankles.
"Wh-what's going on? This is part of the registration process, right?"
	No answer. Olivia looked up, terrified to see that the glass was now opaque: A one-way window. She struggled against the restraints to no effect. The most she could do was move and flex her fingers.
"Somebody! Please, help me!" Her screaming plight went unheard, thanks to the soundproofed walls. Overhead, another porthole opened to reveal a mechanical arm. Olivia tried to look up, but the best she managed was to catch sight of it in the upper corner of her eye. The arm slowly descended down towards Olivia, a rather long syringe needle adorned at its tip. The girl screamed again, even louder. Crying as she watched the needle draw ever-closer to her wrist. She closed her eyes, whimpering, feeling the fine steel tube prick against her flesh. It pushed down, breaking the skin with a stinging sensation. Olivia heard a hiss, and felt the syringe pump an unknown liquid into her veins. The mechanical arm withdrew after a few moments, retreating back into the porthole from which it had emerged.
	She could feel it moving through her body, making it feel as though her arteries had been flooded with acid. Such pain was indescribable, muddling Olivia's thoughts into an incoherent rambling of sentences. An itching feeling twined with the searing pain of the liquid, almost as intense as the agony itself. She would have given anything to be able to scratch her legs right now. Not knowing it to be caused by fine little hairs sprouting all over her lower body. That was of course, trivial compared to what happened next.
'M-my feet, they feel stiff!' Panic hit her in full force. If it hadn't been for the restraints, Olivia would have fallen to the ground. Was whatever she had been injected with, some kind of neurotoxin? The talons that tore apart her shoes and socks soon made Olivia wish it had been. Just barely able to see the fuzzy legs from her position; she had seen enough to know that whatever was running through her, was definitely not a neurotoxin. The burning within her veins seemed to lessen a bit with further progression of the changes. Her small bookwormish thighs and hips expanded to a more toned shape. Enough-so to destroy Olivia's skirt and underwear in short-order.
	Another scream coupled with a second set of equally powerful legs forming from her hips; identical to the original ones, right down to the double-jointed setup. As if by reaction, an extra pair of shackles emerged to hold the new limbs in place. Olivia couldn't watch any more of the transformation. She shut her eyes as tightly as she could, fighting just to stay sane from the sheer intensity of the changes. Refusing to open them, even when she could clearly feel a bulbous growth swelling from her backside.
'Don't open them, don't open them!' 
	The growth grew larger-still, expanding to a size that was roughly equivalent to her upper body. From the bottom end of it, a large set of talon-shaped spinnerettes had formed; already full-well capable of producing webbing.
"No, no, no! This can't be happening!" Olivia shook her head back and forth in denial. Accidently causing her thick-rimmed glasses to clatter to the room's floor. The girl's freckled face, much like the rest of her body, had been completely enveloped by the short fuzzy hairs. Though, it was arguably the least of the changes her face was undergoing. Completely overshadowed by two more eyes added above the originals, just as spider-like and glassy as the main ones; they had become massive, in regards to their previous shape. Sporting an upward slanting angle that left extra room for her nose, had it not been erased from her complexion entirely. What used to be Olivia's mouth, was now little more than a vertical slit centered between fangs. Something that she learned attempting to scream a third time. Only to be mocked with a sound that had no human vocalization to it, whatsoever.
	Or perhaps, it no longer sounded human because of similar changes to her ears. Much like with the nose, it too had been removed from the girl' face.
	Reluctantly, Olivia opened her eyes. Amazed to find that she now had perfect vision. She tested them, looking up towards the ceiling and taking note that her hair had been left unchanged.
'This is incredi-!' The thought was cut short by an eruption of yet more appendages. The back of her shirt shredded to allow for two more arms to burst through. They, like her extra legs had been, were identical to the original pair of arms. Tipped with a trio of talons sharp enough to grant a foothold wherever she needed it.
	The fiery pain in her body receded, replaced with thoughts of both fear, and anger over being tricked.
"Let me out of here, you bastards! I'll fucking kill all of you!"
	To Logan, Olivia's words came out as indistinguishable clicks, chirps and hisses. He watched the recluse girl attempt to thrash about in her restraints, continuing to elicit the same angry noises.
"Now to see how effectively she adapts to her new form. I imagine the serum must have left her feeling quite agitated and enraged. A temporary side effect. But that should be perfect for aquiring combat data." Logan smiled, and pressed a series of keys. It would be interesting to see how this girl reacted to their guinea pig. Especially, considering the personal relation it had with her.
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	The clamps binding Olivia unexpectedly released, causing the girl to fall to the floor. Her first few times at attempting to move were awkward, to say the least. However, within minutes she was moving about the room as if she'd always known how to in this form. Perching herself up into a corner, she patiently waited for one of the two doors in the room to open. Planning to make her escape at the first chance. She didn't have to wait long. Olivia watched the furthermost door open. But before she even had a chance to move, a figure was shoved through the doorway. He stumbled, then tripped and fell face-first onto the cool flooring.
'He looks....familiar.' Olivia mused, watching him get back to his feet. And for the first time, she got a clear look at his face. He was one of the kids from school that had bullied her. Those memories came flooding back to the spider; frenzying her mind into a torrent of rage and hate. She dropped from the ceiling and approached him, voice calm and laced with amusment. Her body in a stance poised to strike.
"Will you walk into my parlour? Said the Spider to the Fly. I remember all the torment you put me through. So now, it's time to die!"