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<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D4RTP1JWn6ZM&amp;hash=edeec32f033ff1fe3c01e9d6ca81346f" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RTP1JWn6ZM" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 26px">Human Nature</span></a>​</div><br/><br/><br/>What happened in the interrogation room to Detective Tony Deschenes could be easily deduced by using simple street terminology. Amadan and the spider that lurked within him had pulled a<i>reverse bait and switch</i>. On the streets, a bait and switch was a con man's game of advertising merchandise at rock bottom prices, allowing potential customers to think they were getting a real bargain. When the time came to receive the merchandise after paying for it, they found themselves holding an inferior product or merchandise that was highly expensive and cost more money that would be demanded after the transaction.<br/><br/>In Tony's case, he had brokered a deal with Amadan that consisted of food and drink in exchange for information about his whereabouts, preferably a confession that he committed the murders of the state officials. Amadan had offered him a small window into his daily habits and nothing more in the way of information than the previous detectives were able to obtain and absolutely nothing about what lurked within him. His true self was expertly concealed from Tony Deschenes' sensitive third eye and kept hidden until the detective took the bait of supplying Amadan with food and reassurance that he would be freed once they verified his alibi.<br/><br/>Once Detective Deschenes took down Amadan's statement and let another detective run the information, the spider decided to flip the tables around on him, solely for his own entertainment and to possibly consider Tony as a food source. The detective not only didn't pick up on the unexpected switch, he was totally unprepared for what the spider would do to him once it took over Amadan's body. Phoneutria<i>nigriventer</i>never attacked anything without reason, unless it was provoked or hungry. It was instinct, rather than emotion that led Amadan to the irreversible point where the spider lost its ability to cloak and remain undetected by the psychic in the room.<br/><br/>The wandering spider could have killed Tony outright in the seconds that no one was in the booth watching through the glass, it would have looked like Tony had a heart attack or anaphylaxis and they would have returned to see him frothing at the mouth as his heart beat rapidly out of control until it plummeted downward into asystole. He could have liquefied all of his organs and drank them out through the punctures under his shirt collar like he was a Capri-Sun, but he held back from doing so. If Tony Deschenes hadn't been kind, or compassionate to Amadan it would have been easy to ignore his humanity. Acting less than human would not have been an equal exchange.<br/><br/><i>An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. </i>A simple taste in exchange for draining him completely, Tony's life was spared.<br/><br/>Phoneutria<i>nigriventer</i>retreated, as was his habit. He remained on the fringes of Amadan's consciousness, and let the human speak. And listen to Tony as he came to terms with what just happened. Like an electrical switch just flipped the lights off and back on, Amadan's normal demeanor and his mellifluous, if not broken speech returned just in time to snap Tony out of the state of shock he was descending into.<br/><br/>"Detective Des-shay-nees? Are you OK? You no look very well, all sweating. Here, maybe you sit down, eh?" Amadan offered, as Tony's legs weakened and he slid down the wall so that his ass rested on the floor of the interrogation room.<br/><br/>It was quite clear that Amadan, the human aspect of himself had no idea what had just happened himself. The last thing he remembered was that he was very hungry, near starving even though he indulged in a small cup of instant noodles offered by yours truly, Detective Tony Deschenes. He was genuinely concerned, and trying to coax him to his feet. "I hope you not upset I ask for more food, that you go running to get soup for me."<br/><br/><i>Was it something he'd said to Tony that caused his gaze to widen?</i>Not really. Amadan's gaze shifted down to his own groin, his manhood beginning to suddenly harden in anticipation. The erection was an adverse side effect from his spider counterpart. Whenever it indulged, remnants of the chemicals in its toxic venom leached into his human form without killing him, just making his cock aroused. Amadan was used to the affer effect, but Tony Deschenes apparently was<i>not</i>. During the attempt to regain his footing, Amadan could see the prominent bulge that formed in the front of his slacks after his tangle with Phoneutria<i> nigriventer.</i><br/><br/>When he glared back at Amadan, his eyes clearly told the tale of unspoken anger and Tony's wounded pride. Amadan quickly shrunk away from him as he continued to rise, and suddenly fled from the interrogation room like demons were in hot pursuit behind him. The door slammed behind him as Tony Deschenes reached the safety of the other side, and the sound of a vacuum sealing shut on Amadan and he slipped away to the chair, resting his exhausted head on his arms as he waited for someone else to enter the room and begin another series of questions and convince him to implicate himself in the homicides of four people he'd never met before in his life.<br/><br/>Amadan remained there until the door creaked ajar an hour or so later. His sensitive hearing picked up the vibration of footsteps as they approached the door, and paused for a few moments in hesitation. When the door finally opened, Amadan didn't lift his head or turn to look to see who'd come. He fully expected to be sitting in the same room, the same chair and at the same table until the following morning, if at all. He'd been bombarded for so many hours with demands and questions, without any courtesy or consideration that he might just be innocent. Except for Detective Tony Deschenes. He could still feel him, even now during the interval between interviews and questions.<br/><br/>That was not the case this time around. It was Tony's voice that called to him from the doorway, the door left open now moreso for his own state of well being, than Amadan's. Tony couldn't even meet his direct gaze, in fact he avoided it entirely as he spoke to Amadan. Gone was the easy-going demeanor that Tony once displayed and in its place was fear, distrust and an eagerness to get away from him as quickly as possible. If Tony couldn't register anything on his radar before their exchange in the interrogation room earlier, he would pick up fully on Amadan's alarm and confusion over why he was acting different now, and his own desire to vanish and distance himself from everyone. Mixed in between was frustration and hurt at the feeling of rejection.<br/><br/><i>“Your alibi checks out, Mr. Velas, and you are cleared to leave. Did the officers who brought you in take any of your belongings this morning?”</i><br/><br/>For the first time in 23 hours, Amadan Velas' gaze looked away as he rose to stand.<i>"Gracias,</i>Detective Dee-shay-nees. I know you did much work to make that happen. I only ask that my violin be return to me and perhaps an opportunity to play for you sometime if...you are ever in the Casa Marianella area, I would be honored."<br/><br/>The human part of Amadan felt badly for whatever the spider did to Tony, even if he wasn't exactly in control of his faculties when the incident happened, he wanted to make up for it. It was just an invitation, and it was open ended. If Tony didn't want to come and listen to him play the violin he didn't have to. He would be given the chance to meet Amadan in a neutral place, with people. It was safe, if he felt endangered. It seemed rather ironic that the tables turned just as quickly back in the opposite direction as Amadan tried to read Tony's emotions instead of the other way around this time to see where he stood.<br/><br/>Amadan left the silence of the interrogation room behind shortly after, emergring as a free man on the other side where Tony stood, waiting expectantly for an acknowledgement of his invitation or someone to show him where to go pick up the violin that had been in the Velas family for 700 years. He silently hoped that Tony would accept the sincere offer, moreso out of his own desire to do so than the spider that lurked inside him, watching.