Capítulo 4: SPIDER!!
After Otto dramatically raised his arm and let out a scream, Peter's eyes were drawn to a small remote clutched in his hand. Otto, catching Peter's glance, chuckled with a sly grin. "I hope that looked cool."
As Peter moved closer to the glass door, he remained blissfully unaware of the spider stealthily crawling along the ceiling, its presence unnoticed until it suddenly leaped onto his shirt.
"They couldn't complete their work," Otto remarked, his voice tinged with disappointment. "The project would have been scrapped entirely if not for one of my other students. Unfortunately, he's recently encountered some personal issues, so the research is on hold once again."
Peter inched nearer to the glass wall, with Otto following closely behind, stopping right beside him. "If this works, it could revolutionize medicine—imagine a vaccine for nearly every disease, as affordable as a bottle of water," Otto continued, his tone brimming with the weight of the project's potential. "Well, that's enough for today. If you're interested in a deeper dive, join us—I'm confident you'll be able to make it."
As they exited the lab, Peter's mind was awash with thoughts, the possibilities swirling in his head. "I hope to see you again, Peter," Otto called out, his voice trailing behind them.
When Peter finally returned home, he was still consumed by the day's events, his mind churning over the potential implications. Frustration nibbled at him as he wondered if a simple game of basketball with his friends would be enough to clear his head. But deep down, he questioned if that was truly what he wanted.
Peter remained completely unaware that the spider had stayed with him the entire time. Without warning, it bit him. Peter instinctively reached for his neck as he attempted to rise, but a sudden wave of dizziness overwhelmed him. He staggered, trying to aim for the bed, but instead, his head collided with the bed frame, and he blacked out. It was perhaps a stroke of unluck, as a sharp, searing pain radiated rapidly from the bite.
When Peter regained consciousness, he found himself in an unfamiliar forest, still clad in the same clothes he had worn earlier. "Did I get kidnapped?" he wondered aloud, his voice tinged with confusion, but there was no one around to answer or so it seemed. Suddenly, a voice cut through the silence, "Hello, Peter. It's good to finally meet you."
Peter's gaze shifted upward, where he saw trees towering above him like skyscrapers. Before he could fully process his surroundings, his attention was drawn to a colossal spider, its enormous form rivaling the size of a truck. Peter's instinct was to run, but to his horror, he found that his feet were rooted to the ground by webs.
"Sorry, Peter, but we need to have a conversation before you wake," the spider said, its voice unexpectedly calm. Remarkably, Peter didn't appear frightened.
"I should've known the champion wouldn't scare easily," the spider continued, observing Peter closely. Although Peter was indeed terrified, he kept his composure. If it's a talking spider, it probably knows when you're scared, he reasoned. This is also a dream, but it feels too vivid, too real.
"Oh yes, of course, you know me—the champion. I've bested many spiders in my day," Peter said, attempting to project an air of nonchalance as though this were a situation he'd encountered many times before.
The spider interrupted him. "I am your guide and teacher for the journey that lies ahead."
"That's great, Mr. Giant Spider, but I have a lot on my plate right now, so I'll have to pass on this journey of yours. I'm sure you can find someone more suited for it."
"This is an extraordinary opportunity to save lives, to help those in desperate need—people who are calling out for you. You haven't heard them yet because you're not truly listening," the spider explained with a measured calmness. "I will help you hear the people and to take action. This is merely a brief introduction before your training begins."
Peter abruptly awoke on the floor. "Just a dream," he muttered to himself. A pounding headache plagued him, but almost instantly, the pain dissipated. "Didn't I hit my head?" Peter asked though the question lingered unanswered in the empty room. As he attempted to stand, he pushed against the ground with unexpected force, launching himself upward until he slammed into the ceiling, only to crash back down to the floor.
"Am I still dreaming?" he wondered, bewildered by the surreal turn of events.
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