"And over here is our newest addition, the arachnid display," the tour guide said, gesturing with her hand to the row of glass jars behind her. "Please, avoid touching the glass, many of these spiders are incredibly dangerous and some even lethal." The tour guide finished speaking and smiled, indicating that the students were free to observe the various displays. Blaine Anderson separated himself from the rest of the group, wandering off toward the jars in the back. Unlike the other students, who seemed simply content on finding the deadliest spider, Blaine was interested in each one; lifting the jar to examine it, reading its description, paying attention to every detail.

He moved along the line, the spiders seeming to become progressively more dangerous as he continued on. 'Yellow sac spider', read one jar. Blaine lifted it closer to his face to examine the pale yellow arachnid, transfixed by the sheer uniqueness of it. 'The beautiful Yellow sac spider is one of the least venomous – but still poses a large danger. Yellow sac spiders are likely to make the drag line webs of the type you might get rid of with a broom or vacuum cleaner, but thankfully they rarely get near humans to bite. One of the dangers of their bite is a close connection with MRSA infections, which can be very serious; however the level of toxicity itself is disputed, even though the bite can leave necrotic – or dead tissue – lesions.' Blaine placed the jar down and continued down the line, noticing that the tour guide was starting to reassemble the group.

Blaine skipped a few of the less-interesting spiders and went to the first one that caught his eye- a strangely-coloured spider; long, thin black legs, with brown spots dispersed randomly across each one, all attached to a vibrant red body. There seemed to be blue lines running across the spider's body, with eight beady black eyes staring directly at Blaine. The spider was relatively small in size in comparison with the others he had seen, but its unique appearance was intimidating nonetheless. Intrigued, Blaine began to read the description. 'As you may have noticed, this is no ordinary spider. It was genetically altered by scientists. Unfortunately, they are unaware of what the spider is capable of, but they know it is radioactive, and incredibly dangerous. The spider is-'

"Alright, let's continue on to the next exhibit! Follow me, please." The tour guide started walking away and panicking, Blaine placed the jar down quickly, not noticing the force behind it. He heard the crack as the jar split in the centre, shards of glass falling onto the display table. The spider, freed from its captivity, leapt from the now broken jar and landed on the nearest surface- Blaine's arm.

Blaine felt the bite before he saw it. The piercing sting of pincers sinking into soft flesh hit his nerves and electrified his whole body. He hit the spider off his arm with his other hand, with as much force as possible. The spider flew off, landing on the floor and scurrying off into the nearest vent.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Blaine repeated, looking at his arm. The skin was slightly raised, red in colour but other than that, visibly, everything was normal. Blaine took a few deep breaths, checking to make sure that he could, in fact, breathe. Everything was flowing normally. Blaine pressed a hand to his chest to feel his heart still thrumming strongly underneath the skin. "I'm not dead," he said aloud. Thanking every deity he could think of, Blaine gripped his arm tightly with his other hand and ran off to follow the rest of the group, hoping to god that this wouldn't be his last day alive.

The group finished the rest of the tour relatively quickly, although Blaine didn't remember anything else from the presentation. The second the tour guide announced that the tour was, in fact, complete, Blaine left the building without a glance back. He ran through the busy New York streets to the subway, hoping to get back to his dorm as quickly as possible. Luckily, the subway wasn't too busy, and he made it back in record time. Running to his dorm, Blaine prayed- for probably the first time- that his roommate was out and not in the room. He made it into his dorm and slammed the door behind it, slinking against it to catch his breath. He lifted his sleeve to again examine the bite. It didn't seem to have changed much. He headed over to his computer, throwing the laptop open and hoping that he would be able to find something. He quickly sat down on his bed, and began to search. In his haste to find an answer, his arm bumped into the glass of water sitting on his bedside table. Acting on reflex, Blaine threw his hand out to try and catch the water glass, already knowing however that there was no way he would.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion. The cup fell slowly, and Blaine timed his hand perfectly to catch it right in the centre. He grabbed it from its free-fall, not a single drop spilt. Shocked, Blaine moved to place the cup back on the bedside table, but found that he couldn't. It seemed to be stuck.

Blaine was completely baffled. He used his other hand to pull the glass off of his hand, and placed it back on the table. "What the hell," Blaine spoke aloud, staring at his hands. He saw nothing. Curious, he moved to put his laptop on the bed, finding once again that it stuck to his fingers. He shook his hands violently and his laptop finally fell from his grasp, bouncing on the bed as he jumped off, landing on his feet. He moved over to the nearest wall and placed his hand on it. When he moved to pull it back off, it wouldn't budge. He placed his other hand on the wall as well, slightly higher than the first one. It stuck. Blaine couldn't believe what was happening. Hesitantly, Blaine lifted one leg from the floor, and put his foot on the wall. It stayed as well. "Might as well," he said, still in shock, and he put his last foot on the wall, eyes widening when he remained in place.

"Oh my god," Blaine exclaimed. He pushed himself off the wall and landed with perfect agility on the floor. "What the fuck."

It was at this moment that Blaine realized that his life would never be the same.