adarkflash (adarkflash) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-09-14 01:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | flash thompson |
Who: Flash and his father
Where: The school field after hours
When: Thursday night
What: Untamed Venom shows his pretty face for the first time
Warnings: Violence, abuse trigger warnings
Flash hadn’t been home in weeks. He and Adam had set up a schedule once school started: he’d go to class, work on his homework at the library, go to football practice and then go through the door. They didn’t sleep much, but Adam was used to it and Flash was young enough that he could endure it. Despite that, Flash was actually happy. Deep down he was a surprisingly gloomy kid with years of abuse just hollowing out sections of his self confidence and empathy, but Adam didn’t allow most of that anymore. The doctor was humble, but he believed in his own abilities enough that he didn’t let anyone tell him otherwise. Flash could learn something from that. Years ago, if someone tried to threaten him, he’d just make an example out of them, but now he just kept his head down and worked harder. He had to get into college. He had to be on their football team. He had to escape.
But, there was one person who couldn’t let him go. Unlike MJ’s father who was more than happy to throw her out, Flash’s dad was a possessive and controlling drunk. The kind that didn’t like when his things went missing. Instead of calling the school or trying to get ahold of the police, the old man tracked Flash down himself. Drunk, strong on his own rage and ready to beat his teenager back into submission.
While doing stretches and situps in the middle of the track, Flash didn’t notice the dark figure stalking across the field with a baseball bat in his hand. He didn’t even hear the footsteps pushing down wet strands of grass as music blared from his earbuds. The only indication that trouble was lurking out of the shadows was a small part of him that started to tense and then loosen into almost nothing. Like he could feel his feet and hands vanish into a sticky black puddle.
Just as he stopped to check his heart in case he was working too hard, his father kicked his side hard with his work boots. Flash screamed in shock, rolling over in the grass as the pain started to melt away, too. “The fuck?!” He ripped his earbuds up and looked to see his father standing over him, clouded with booze and a sort of hate he hadn’t witnessed in years.
“You think you can just run away from home, son?” The man barked, holding the bat over his head like he was about to make a grand slam.
“Fuck you.” Flash spat, wobbling to his feet without noticing the black running up his legs and across his fingertips. “I don’t have to do a fucking thing you say!” His voice began to liquify and distort like a television under water.
“I’m warning you right now. If you don’t get your ass home this-” Mr. Thompson paused and shook his head. Sure, he was drunk, but he didn’t remember his son’s teeth being that sharp looking. Like a row of white razor blades ready to rip, cut and slice.
“This what?” His voice deepened, suddenly sounding like some kind of science fiction experiment gone wrong. Skin and clothes were now completely covered by a movable black goop that kept growing and circling around his frame. Just as his face was about to be swallowed into a demonic grin, Flash looked down and panicked.
“The hell is wrong with you?” His father screamed, voice cracking in fear, smashing the bat across his son’s shoulder and watching it break and fall to the ground like it was made of cardboard.
“V-venom.” Flash wanted this, but he needed to know that there was one person who had his back if he was really going to do this. The doctor. “DOC? Oh jesus doc-”
Do it. Adam’s voice was clear as day, fearless and brimming with the kind of determination that Flash needed. It made the teenager smile, laugh in ripples and then look up at his father who didn’t see his son, but instead two giant white eyes and a blood soaked smile. This wasn’t anything like the Venom that Adam told him about from the comics. There was no controlled testing, no symbiote circling around in a giant glass tank ready for consumption. This was raw power. The kind that fed off every ounce of hate Flash felt for the man standing in front of him helplessly with a broken bat in hand.
“You still want me to come home?” Venom asked, reaching out with his claws to pick up the old man.
“You’re the devil!” His father was crying with fear, struggling helplessly to get free like a kitten that didn’t want to be played with.
“I’m your SON.” Venom’s mouth oozed, his long tongue falling out of his mouth. Without a second thought, Flash pummeled his father into the ground, smashing him hard into the grass below over and over until the man was covered in blood and dirt. He wanted to keep going, he wanted to break the man’s skull in just with his hands, but Adam was there to help pull on the brakes. Venom was strong, but the alien couldn’t control two minds at once. Especially one as strong as Adam’s.
“Listen to me you little shit.” Venom shook the almost unconscious man until his eyes barely opened. “If you ever try to track me down again, I will rip your ugly skin right off, do you hear me?”
“I-”
“DO YOU HEAR ME?”
“Yes-” His father sobbed, voice broken and horse. “Yes oh god just stop.”
A long moment passed, Venom silently holding the old man over the ground. The only sound was his father weeping like the only person who had ever been dear to him has passed away. Somewhere, deep below the dark depths, Flash tried to feel sorry for him. But, whatever compassion he had for the old man shriveled up and died a long time ago.
“Good. You’re a fast learner.” Venom tossed the old man over his shoulder and galloped towards home. Leaving him out in the open was a mistake, but drunk and beat up on his own doorstep wasn't anything out of the ordinary. After that- well- he'd have to shake this black goop off before he had some more fun.