The Spider
"Excuse me sir," said the waitor, "but you haven't paid yet."
Craig turned and looked at him.
"You must be mistaken," he said calmly, all the while working his telepathic powers.
"No, I'm..." the waitor paused, and frowned. "I, uhh, I... yes, I must be mistaken. Sorry sir. Have a good evening."
Craig smiled and departed the restaurant, the smile becoming a smirk as he walked towards his car.
His name was Craig Morrison, although he was more often called "The Spider" by his enemies. His friends didn't call him anything, mainly because he didn't have any. He often thought the nickname was rather appropriate.
There was a point in his driving where he slowed down by the side of the road. There were some women walking down the street, talking, laughing, generally having a good time. Craig checked them out and then focused his mind on the one he deemed most worthy of his time. What he did to her then she would suffer the effects of for years to come. Something which was known to aliens as telepathic rape.
He had been kicked out of YIRAAS for his behaviour. He didn't care.
Yes, he was a spider. And humans were the flies.