Fatal Attraction

He inched up the stairwell, tensed for combat, feeling something… new. For the first time in his life he felt… apprehension? Or was it more? Was it… fear? The Spider waited at the top of the stair. She may be cloned from him, but she was so much more. She was a product of a new era, of new technologies. She was faster, more graceful, the perfection of his genes realised. As she readied herself, knowing her prey was walking into her web, she ensured everything from her posture to her appearance was calculated to give her the edge. She was more than the sum of her parts: she was perfect.