Falling Stones

Venom crouched at the top of a building, watching the city below. The skyline protruded upward as if the buildings themselves were trying to stab into the Heavens. He adored the way the shapes of the buildings seemed jagged and threatening as they loomed over the people below. The Daily Bugle was one of those buildings; he was casting his own shadows as the sun faded into the ground.

The large, muscular hulking frame of the beast rippled. He watched for Spider-Man, hungry and ready to strike.

Single-minded when it came to annihlation of the Spider, Venom became lost in its thoughts. It's tongue wiggled, spewing from its maw that stood agape and overflowing with razor sharp teeth.

Below the city went on as usual.