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It had been a week since I told mum about the egg and it had never really left my side. Apart from me constantly having the egg with me, everything was basically normal. I had heard of other people on deviant art who had gotten an egg two, but the eggs they got where different colours and there’s had even hatched. Hatched! The creatures that came from said eggs varied in looks and shape but they were all around about the same size. As big as your head. But As far as I knew I was the youngest of the deviants to get an egg and most of the other deviants had gotten there’s from a ‘pale faced man’ dressed in a dark cloak. I suspected that said pale faced man had somehow gotten in to my house and had hidden it for me to find.

I didn’t tell my mum about this though; she would have called the police. Anyway back on track, I was worried about the egg. All of the eggs that other people had gotten had hatched the next day whilst mine had only ever moved. It had nearly one week since I had gotten the egg and apart from the occasional shake it hadn’t shown any sighs of hatching. (Yes, I know in the last story I did say it was close to hatching, but IT’S BEEN A BLOODY WEEK! I’m worried.)

I also had to stay at home that week-end instead of going to my dad’s. I didn’t think him and his fiancé would like me to take an egg round there house. Plus there was the chance that the egg would hatch round there’s and that would be even worse for reasons that you could easily guess. Still, it meant that I had a whole week-end with my mum without paige or chad having an argument with her or annoying me.

It was Friday, and my mum and chad had gone shopping before my dad came and paige had gone to the fair in Loughborough with her friends. I was left alone with the egg and I was getting pretty bored. I had watched all of the new video’s that the yogscast had made and there wasn’t anything good on TV so, with nothing better to do, I thought it would be a good idea to take the egg to the canal in my village. It wasn’t that far from my house and I could put the egg in the basket that my mum has. I hadn’t used the thing in about a year since I didn’t have cooking anymore at school.

I got dressed and got the basket down from on top of the fridge (Don’t ask why it was there, we just don’t have the room.) and gently placed the egg inside, covering it with a tea towel. It was a nice day considering the extra long winter we got this year but, who can complain, I live in England. It’s famous for its downright shit weather.

I left a note on the table just in case my mum or Paige came home and I wasn’t there. The last thing I needed was to get grounded. So, I told the dogs to be good, locked the door behind me and set off for the village center. It was a nice walk and it was actually a warm day. I was in my evenacense T-shirt and black PE bottoms. As you can tell, I have no fashion sense what’s so ever.

I was half way to the canal when one of the worst things that can happen when you’re walking through a village alone, happened; some of the bullies at my school had spotted me and where making their way across the road towards me. I couldn’t go back the way I came because they had started walking in an arch, blocking off the way back and they had done the same thing with the way forward. Suddenly all of the talks my mum had given me about being careful in the village because of the ‘weirdo’s’ that lived here came back to me and I realized that, all of the people who where there were all boys. Oh gods.

“Where do you think you’re going ‘little red riding hood’?” Said the one at the front of the group, obviously the leader. If you’re wondering why he called me that, let me explain. When I had cooking and had to use the basket, I owned a red coat. Whenever any of the bullies saw me with the basket and coat they would always call me ‘little red riding hood’. Anyway back on track. My grip on the basket tightened. There was no way in hell I was going to let them have the egg without a fight. But there was no way I could fight them head on. There was five of them and only one of me, plus there were no adults around which was, strange so I had no help what’s so ever.

But then I remembered, behind me was the old maltings, a factory that had been used in the industrial revolution. The place was closed down gods know how many years ago and had been left there to rot. The building itself wasn’t very safe and was closed off with a gate but, desperate times call for desperate measures. So, throwing caution to the wind, I ran like hell towards the gates that blocked off the maltings from everything else. I managed to slip through the bars and barely managed to get the basket through when I saw the boys bounding towards me.

The boys where bigger than me so it was harder for them to fit through the gaps in the gate, giving me some crucial seconds to get away. I had no idea where I was going but as long as it was away from them I was fine. But I had a problem, quite a big one at that. I had really bad astma, I could barley run 10 meters without getting really out of breath so, being chased by boys who are bigger than you and faster whilst running in an abandoned building with no clue as to where you where are going, wasn’t the most ideal thing. Plus let’s not forget the egg. The basket was heavy enough without having the egg in it so that made it even harder to run. And don’t even try to tell me to get my phone out; even if I had it the battery would have been dead. I never use my phone.

I didn’t dare run inside the building, the place wasn’t structurally sound! The floor could fall away underneath you! Gods dammed overactive imagination. It never helped in these sorts of situations, not that I’ve been in a similar situation. I heard the boys starting to run after me again. They had finally managed to fit through the bars in the gate which was not a good thing. “Shit, shit, shit!” I mumbled to myself. It was getting harder to breath. There was a corner and as I turned it I stopped dead in my tracks. It was a dead end. There wasn’t anything there except a wall and barrels placed haphazardly around the place and the boys would turn the corner any second. I was trapped.

As I predicted, the boys turned the corner just as I turned around to see if I could go another way. Instead of there being five boys though, there were only three. Two of them must have given up and gone home or to the park. At least that meant that I could get away easier. I couldn’t breathe from all the running and I doubled over, putting my hands on my knees. From the look of it the boys were out of breathe to but not as much as I was. They started to creep closer to me, seeing that I couldn’t go anywhere and that I could barley breath.

I looked up to see them getting closer. In fright I started to back away but I walked into one of the barrels that were scattered everywhere. I stood there as the boys approached panting not because of the running but fear. I had no idea what the boys would do to me and I was only 13. They where 14. I hate being one of the youngest in my year.

One of the boys leapt at the basket and grabbed hold of the handle. I instantly started trying to pull the basket away from his grip but it was like a vice, he just wouldn’t let go. “What’s in the basket Diana?” He grunted as he tried to take the basket from me. I hated it when people purposely got my name wrong. His friends just stood there laughing at me and saying rude comments. The egg was rolling from side to side in the basket as the tug-of-war match continued and my hands where hurting from the wood of the handle being squashed agents my skin.

Suddenly, the boy let go of the handle as I pulled at it, making me stumble backwards and fall agents the barrel. The basket fell out of my hands and landed on the floor on its side, the tea towel and the egg falling out of it. But that’s not the only thing that fell over. The barrel that I had slammed agents tipped over and fell close to where my egg had fallen out of the basket and the lid of it came off. “What the hell? Is that an egg?” One of the other boys asked pointing at the egg as I picked myself off of the floor. Now all three of them where staring at the toxic green egg, no dought wondering why I had it with me.

Then I heard the youngest of the trio yell and step back in shock, pointing at the fallen barrel. I turned around to see why he had yelled to see a green liquid slowly flow out of the top of the barrel, bubbling and creating a horrid smell that lingered in the spring air. I also saw that the liquid was making its way towards my egg. Not thinking twice about any consequences my actions might have I dived for the egg but, just before I could reach it, one of the boys grabbed my left arm and pulled me back. I kicked and screamed for him to let me go but his only response was” Are you crazy? Do you even know what that liquid is?”

I stopped, suddenly realizing what he meant. The liquid bubbled, it stank horribly and it was the same shade of green as the egg. Oh gods. The liquid was toxic waste! How in god’s name did toxic waste get here? This factory had made socks! It had nothing to do with anything like this. And it had been abandoned for years! How has someone not found the waste already?

The waste continued to creep slowly towards the egg. Gods know I wanted to get it but the boy wouldn’t let go of my arm and I doughted that he would let go if I asked, so I watched helplessly as the toxic waste slithered closer to the egg. But when it got close, the egg started to move, and I don’t just mean a little. It was rolling AWAY from the waste, towards where I had been when I had fallen over. It stopped right in front of me and the trio and for awhile, everything was quiet. Well apart from the bubbling of the waste.

Then the silence was broken by the sound of something cracking. I looked at the egg and nearly had a fit because there, running from the top of the eggs shell to the bottom, was a giant crack. I hadn’t noticed that the boy had let go of my arm before now, so, I bent down and gently touched the surface of the egg where the crack was. Then, what seemed to be a claw busted out of the crack in the egg, making me and the boys scream. The top of the egg started to cave in on its self and there, sitting in the shards of the egg, was what looked like a spider. The boys ran for their lives, back towards the gates, but I stayed.

The creature that hatched from the egg looked, as I said before, like a spider but it was the size of my head and was black apart from its toxic green eyes and abdomen. The creature looked around at its surroundings and tried to stand up on its many legs but fell onto its stomach. Then it looked up and its eyes locked with mine. It had a pleading look in its eyes and I knew in an instant that I could not run away from it. I said I would look after whatever hatched from the egg and I stand by what I said so, as gently as I could I put my palms on top of the creatures back, slowly closed my fingers around its belly and picked it up and slowly put it back down on its legs. The creature stood for a moment before its legs gave from beneath it but before it fell, I put my hands underneath its belly.

Again the creature looked up at me and I just smiled. It responded with a small chirping sound that, I thought, sounded out of place coming from a spider. Even though I hated spiders with a passion, I thought that whatever it was, was cute. Knowing that it couldn’t stand on its own, I brought the creature close to my chest and turned it around so that it could see where we were going. Now the creature was resting in my arms as I stood up and retrieved the basket that, thankfully, hadn’t been close to the toxic waste. The thing kept on looking up at me, as if in question. I guess that it was wondering if I was its mother or something so I didn’t question it. I also managed to get the tea towel back, so I would be able to cover whatever it was in my arms up.

As I placed the creature in the basket, it gave a little squeak in disapproval so, to calm it down I said in a calm voice”Hey, it’s okay. Where just going home, alright?” It looked up at me and nodded its head slightly in understanding. Wow, it was only a few minutes old and it already understood English. This was going to be fun.

I placed the tea towel over the creature and made my way towards the gate; luckily I remembered where I had entered from. But as I passed over the shards of the egg, I saw what seemed to be a scroll sitting in the eggs remains. I picked it up and placed it in the basket with the creature, not bothering to see what its contents where. I checked to see if anyone was around but found that the main road was deserted, not even a car was there. Putting this to good fortune, I squeezed back through the gates and started to make my way home, with the creature occasionally popping its head out of the basket to see where we were going.

Mum was going to love this.