Something's Coming!

The spider crawled slowly over private Deklos' thigh, slowly probing its legs on the blue fabric that made out Deklos' worn-out trosers. Deklos looked fascinated at the spider and its black, thick body with purple dots at the end of its back. Its legs were long and sturdy... it must have a span of at least 3 inches, he thought. The spider was getting closer to his left hand, which held a lasgun in a firm grip. As it reached his hand with one of its legs, the tickling sensation made Deklos flinch. The spider rose and held its frontmost legs in a sudden attacking position. Deklos quickly grabbed the spider with his right hand and crushed in a second. His heart pounded and he cursed himself for being so fraggin' stupid. What if the spider was poisonous? What the frag am I doing? I could have been dead in mere seconds. He had heard about the poisonous spiders up in the Pech Mountains and how the crawled into ears of sleeping people and then bit. The victim was dead in ten seconds, the stories said. Ten seconds of insane agony. He looked at his hand, which held the crushed spider. A yellowish goo trickled down his hand and landed on his thigh. It didn't feel wrong. No sensation of poison... yet. He threw away the dead spider and it landed in a dried-out bush, its legs pointing at him in, what looked like, an accusation... "You killed me, you son-of-a-bitch! I will kill you for this..." He shuddered and smelled his hand, but there was nothing strange. He grabbed his scarf and dried his hand thouroghly, thinking that he had been lucky. He glanced out of the trench and there was the same sight it had always been. A barren land. Some dry bushes. And rocks. So many rocks... 

Just as he leaned back he saw something to the right of a pile of boulders, some twenty metres away. The boulders were known as "Rico's Balls",as poor Rico, a private in the 10th had went for a piss over at the boulders and, somehow, lost his family jewels in a freak, but unknown, accident. Everyone that had heard the story had their idea of how poor Rico lost them, but no idea sounded plausible... And Rico had never told anyone what had happened and now he had been dead for eleven years, so no asking him there... Deklos frowned and reached for his binoculars... was it a person? He could swear he had seen a smiling face...  Suddenly he felt a rage rise within him. He went from puzzled to angry in a microsec, without understanding why. But he didn't care. He was so angry at... everything. What in the Emperor's teeth was he doing here. He hated it! He hated everything!! He hated himself!!! He grabbed his lasgun, put the muzzle in his mouth, screamed and pulled the trigger, mad with rage. His brain splattered the trench-wall and Deklos was angry no more...