Heroine

My given name is of no consequence. You can call me Spider Girl. It’s an appropriate name, I think. I’m indistinguishable in many ways from billions of other creatures just like me. (Character building experiences tend to breed cartoons.) I might appear pretty easy to step on but don't underestimate resourcefulness and long legs. Anyway, I’m going to do my darnedest to weave something worthy of your attention or whatever you will end up spending to buy this comic book because I’ve got a daughter to raise and let’s face it: long legs alone ain’t gonna pay the bills. My enemies vary: Thugs who crow too loudly, evil geniuses (they tend to keep mum), crime bosses, even monsters who are out of this world. I share a universe with heroes, too, some I used to run with – although “with” sort of works as an elaboration of the truth. A prevarication. A provocation. One should not provoke me. I don’t quite know what I’m capable of yet. Mommies of all species will kill for their young. I’ve heard it’s instinctual – but, what if that’s just an excuse to step over the line, take a seat, cross one’s legs, look tough, and watch someone else suffer? It’s that violence the drug I crave… Are you frightened of me yet? Good. Maybe you should be.