THE BEETLES’ STORY (…continued – Part 26)

Shinybeat, Redbeet and most of her brood, a large number of the giant spiders as well as Spidey and some of his children have been caught.  From their point of view, it is difficult to tell who has escaped.

It didn’t happen smoothly, as with all things that apparently fall from the sk.  Some insects, in the process of the boxes being lowered abruptly over them were squashed, some had theirs limbs cut off and some were cut in two.  Amid those who didn’t sustain terrible injuries or death were Shinybeet, Redbeet, Spidey and the General.  They had managed to survive because they were at the right place, at the right time, but just, only just, along with most – it is difficult to tell yet – of their children.

Now, under the boxes the air rapidly becomes hot, humid and difficult to breath.  Coughing and panicking soon take over but there are holes being arbitrarily distributed with a sharp object on the sides and top of the boxes to allow for light and air to travel through.  Then something slides under the box, collecting in its path, grass, weeds, branches, stones, beetles, spiders and mutants.  They are trapped for good, they are trapped forever.

None dare move and those who are still in the process of strangling each other or in the midst of some embittered and never-ending battle of their own, disentangle themselves from their deadly pursuits to watch-what-next, and not be caught unaware by an untimely death.

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THE BEETLES’ STORY (…continued – Part 25)

But as in all matters that deal with fate, timing is of the essence.  Already many lie injured on the ground, gasping for air, unable to ask for truce or beg for mercy.  To make matters worse, the dust thickens, darkens and it seems an unequal war of wills is being fought.  There are voices louder than all those who fight that seem to overtake their own.  These are unusual voices.  It is like the thunder of a thousand storms.  These are human voices.

It has become impossible to see past one’s feet, the clamour is so loud that the battling insects can no longer hear their opponent or themselves.  So it goes that through the dust, yelling and scuffles, darkness abruptly descends over them.  It is sudden, unexpected and feels like the end of the world is near.  The battle stops.  Darkness has invaded far too abruptly, even as far as a spider or a beetle is concerned, although it hasn’t caught up with all of them: there are some who, left outside the ‘quick-to-fall-night’, witness the events without much understanding and, fearing they might incur a similar fate, dart deep into the jungle, running for their lives, never to come back.  Only when they stop running, do they begin to think about what happened.  This is what they saw:

Gigantic bipedal creatures, standing like giants above them and whom they could only presume to be what they identify as “Man” because most insects in this part of the jungle have never actually seen Man, only heard enough about the tall creature to recognize it once it is seen.  They’d observed and noted, in the split second it took them to register what was happening, that the giants threw equally giant boxes onto the ground, exactly where some of the now missing family members, friends and enemy had been gathered in feudal warfare of their own kind.

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THE BEETLES’ STORY (…continued – Part 24)

“Father?”

“Ha! Ha! Ha,” the General answers attempting a laugh, unable to find the necessary words.

But his son won’t have it: “she’s lying, she’s a witch,” he says, “we can’t allow her cheap, deceiving tricks to try and get the better out of my father’s fortune and rank.  She remains a bottom cast, callous she-beetle.  The birth marks are here to prove that I’m the father.”

“The birth marks aren’t under the third left arm, but under the third right arm,” Redbeet remarks, “which is the General’s markings.  Right or wrong?”

The General and his son are left for words.  Redbeet is shining and winning.

She too laughs now but quickly regains her senses for her children’s sake.  She doesn’t want them to grow confused as to the identity of their father, nor does she want to deny them the wonderful outcome this has on their future rights and income.

“They are yours, General,” she reiterates.

“You disgusting, dirty, degenerate and disorderly beetard insect!” the General’s son stutters, “you’re dead mast.  Tonight, we’ll have you for dinner.”

“I’ll take it you meant beetle, not bastard or retard,” Redbeet continues feeling lucky, “as to mast,—“

“—Don’t insult the mother of my children!” the General suddenly blasts, joining ranks with the other side.

A scuffle ensues: Shinybeet attacks the General’s son who was about to jump onto the youngest of Redbeet’s children.  Then, as with all memorable battles of great magnitude, the dust in the air flies and thickens as all take part into the battle.  It is impossible to tell the insects apart.  Foe, friends and family all fight for and against each other, because in the jungle too war is blind and knows no limit.

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THE BEETLES’ STORY (…continued – Part 23)

“Redbeet,” the General’s son yells, “are you the she beetle I mated with and am I the one who impregnated you?”

“Yes and no,” Redbeet answers.

“It is either yes or no,” he retorts.

“There were two questions,” she says.

“You agreed to mate with me,” he pursues, “therefore you agree that these children are mine, don’t you?”

“Not exactly,” Redbeet insists.

“What is it you don’t understand?”

Then the General’s son notices his father forehead is dripping with sweat.

“What’s wrong, Father?”

Redbeet begins to laugh.

“This isn’t funny, Redbeet,” the General’s son remarks, a little respect on your part would go a long way to—“.

“—There’s the father!” Redbeet says, pointing at the General.  An atomic bomb might as well have dropped.  A deadly silence prevails.  The fall out of such cataclysmic revelation is impossible to estimate.  Even in the jungle, news that feed gossip can be interesting.

The General attempts to clear his throat.

“Father?” his son asks, frowning.

“Your father is the father of my children and these children are your half brothers and sisters,” Redbeet insists, “and I am your step-mother”.

“This isn’t true, you dirty mongrel, why the need to utter such blasphemous words?” the General’s son now yells.

“Because it’s the truth.  I had a flimsy moment and gave in to you too, but that was much later.  I was already pregnant with your father’s littlies.  I mean, the gestation period is six weeks from impregnation to birth for a beetle.  You and I shared a moment three weeks ago.”

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THE BEETLES’ STORY (…continued – Part 22)

“But Son,” the General answers, now speaking at the top of his voice, unaware all can hear him, “I’m not accusing you of anything; I’m merely asking you a question.  Honestly, this isn’t the first time you commit such a careless act with some she being you met for barely two seconds, and it isn’t the first time either that you dare experimenting with interbreeding.  All right, I acknowledge that for once, you successfully bred an almost perfect type of spiders, were it not so unusually ugly and did it not come from such a decadent mother.  Look at them!  Soon, they’ll behave just like she did and I dare not imagine what it’ll do to the subsequent species.  Mind you, there’s no doubt we could use them if you think about it.  Now, did you or did you not father these children?”

“So now they could be useful, could they?” his son asks impudently, “what exactly do you think we can use them for?”

“They’re yours, aren’t they?” the General asks, victorious.

“I didn’t admit to anything.  Answer my question, Father.”

“Spiders with wings…  I’ve never seen it before, well done, Son!” the General adds, now a dealer of some sorts.

“What shall I do with the mother?” his son asks, pride having the better of him.

The General points at Redbeet and says: “you have her confirm that you are the father in front of us all and then I shall advise.”

“Why the need to make it public like this, Father?  This is exceedingly humiliating.”

The General’s bulging eyes appear as if they’re going to pop out of his head, such is his anger.  To his son, the message is clear enough.

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THE BEETLES’ STORY (…continued – Part 21)

But the General’s last words are lost to all when Redbeet’s children appear.  Both, the General and his son look at her in amazement, stunned.

“Let me introduce you to your father, children,” Redbeet says, now a proud mother.

“This is John, this is Paul, this is—“

“—There is nothing to discuss here,” Spidey interrupts, “we are ready and willing to fight till death ensues.  What are you waiting for?” he asks, unable to admit defeat, wanting to die on the spot and refusing to admit that Redbeet’s status might be improved by her children’s genes alone and that she may be able to look down on him.

“Take the prisoners with you!” the General orders impatiently.  Then his son joins him and whispers:

“Father, what are we to do with this she beetle and her kids?  None of them are mine, I swear.  I would never, ever be able to commit such foolish act and mate with such a low life insect.”

“Son,” the General answers, “each and every single kid from that she Redbeat bears the same birthmark as you have, the one under their left third arm, surely you noticed it?  It’s huge, there’s no mistake here.  I used to tickle you right there under that left third arm when you were young.  Look at them, never mind their unusual look, these are spiders all right,” the father insists.

“Father, why are you accusing me?  You have no proof.  You’re presuming I’m guilty when I’m innocent.  It should be the other way around.  We’re a team, you and I, aren’t we?  How can you be rushing to such a conclusion?”

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THE BEETLES’ STORY (…continued – Part 20)

To no avail, Spidey Senior’s latest strategy is thwarted by one humongous spider from the other camp who lands right here in front of Shinybeet and Redbeet.  It is a giant amongst them, one with hair standing on end, its front fangs shining and glistening with the deadly poison that covers them.

Spidey Jnr no twelve turns towards his Dad, expecting a different order, knowing already this battle cannot be won.  But Dad’s stare is a go-for-the-fight regardless, a definite all-war-and-no-surrender.

In less time than it takes a spider to weave a single thread, Spidey Jnr no 12 to 15 are overwhelmed, overcome and secured tight in the arms of the monster spider who then disappears up in the air with its young hostages, back to where it just came from.

As Spidey Snr tries to figure out where his four may have gone, several lots of spiders are now fighting.

Fortunately for Redbeet’s youngsters, a few days have been sufficient for them to have gained considerable strength to defend themselves, though not enough to overcome their deadly enemy who is desperate to neutralize them thanks to their trademark poison.  Redbeet’s brood isn’t trained to kill, nor has it got such an instinct for it, yet.

The army of big spiders has now completely descended upon them and in no time, all of them are securely tied up.

Then comes the giant spiders’ general, along with someone Redbeet knows all too well.  She reddens.  She is certain that everyone notices it.

“Is this the dubious insect you were talking about?” the General asks the spider at his side, his son who, having already glanced at Redbeet, avoids looking at her at all cost because he is embarrassed and ashamed of what is coming.

The General repeats: “Is this the despicable beetle you—“

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