Thread: Even spiders should beware webs. (with Pokemasterj)

It would be a little over a week before Inchuriel would find another opportunity to meet her chosen hero. Surprisingly, it seemed fate was leading him to a place that Holly had known quite well before her unfortunate end. As she opened the door to the cozy little pub down the street from her apartment, smiling cheerfully, all eyes turned to her as their owners fell silent. On an evening like this, it was usually only regulars since it was the middle of the week, and they all recognized little Holly Masterson from when her late mother had worked there. Lately, things had changed though. Shortly after her mother had died, Holly went from being the cute little neighbourhood kid that would drop by the bar after school, to being... more distant. Everyone simply assumed it was the shock of losing her mother, and they weren't completely wrong, but there was something else too. She just seemed to know things. Things that no one should know. She would place a bet on a weekend game now and again with Sam, the bartendersmall time bookie, and when she did, she would win every time. The freaky thing was, she wouldn't just bet whether this team or that would win or whether they would beat the spread, she would give the exact score of the game. If that wasn't bad enough, one night she had called out after Mike Stearns that he should go by his sister's place on his way home. He had thought it a bit odd at the time, but he did it anyway, only to find his sister's boyfriend standing outside her door holding a baseball bat and screaming threats at her. Seeing Mike round the corner, the asshole had run off. Needless to say, the story got spread around the neighbourhood, and people started getting a little nervous when she would come around. Heya Sam, Inchuriel greeted the bartender like one might greet a favourite uncle, with a warm smile and a note of affection in her tone. He had always been kind to Holly as a little girl. When she would stop in to check in with her mother in the afternoons, he would have a snack waiting for her. The cold days were her favourite, when he would make her a hot bowl of tomato soup. They were some of her fondest memories. Hey Holly, Sam replied, his tone just as affectionate but tinged with a bit of unease. This ain't your usual night, he noted, sounding casual, but it was obvious he was building up to something. If you come to bet on the game this weekend, you can forget it. Jojo is getting a little antsy about your winnin' streak and I don't wanna see you get hurt, he chided firmly. Not wanting to seem to harsh, though, he teasingly added, 'sides, I'm getting tired of havin' to pay them out. I can barely break even with you around. Inchuriel merely rolled her eyes at the man. Don't worry. I'm not hear to bet, she assured. I'm actually just meeting some one here, she explained, before adding a quick, Be right back, and heading to the bathroom. Just as she was coming back out, she saw a very tall man come through the front entrance wearing a strangely bulky trench coat and matching hat. If that hadn't been enough to recognize the man from her vision, the little splashes of green peeking out around his face and underneath the coat certainly did the trick. Right on time, Inchuriel mused humourlessly under her breath. Not wasting a moment, the man walked up to Sam and leaned in close. I need to talk to Bobby. Where is he? the figure asked in a gravelly voice that brooked no argument. Sam was clearly shaken by the man's appearance up close as he grew visibly nervous. Calm down, buddy. Bobby ain't here tonight, Sam told the man. Obviously, that answer failed to please the man, though, if the sudden tightness of his jaw was any indication. I didn't ask you where he ain't. I asked you where he was, the man growled, his hand coming up to grab Sam by the collar threateningly and revealing an armored green glove tipped with a small, sharp claw on the end of each finger.