Eddie Brock/Venom (its_the_hate) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-05-17 19:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | chloe luthor, eddie brock |
Who: Eddie/Venom and Chloe
What: Trying to be pleasant, but failing and throwing around an innocent homeless girl instead. This will be followed by the return of Lex's wife. Poor her.
When: Afternoon, 4pm
Where: Downtown, in an alley
Rating: TBA, but PG-13 for now.
Status: In progress
He’d left a dismembered body sprawled out in the middle of the road last night, hours after finding out that Peter Parker had shown up to join the party that was officially Los Angeles. It was in his absolute fury that he had thrown over a stop sign, yanking it from the ground and then hurling it onto its side. As Venom he had chosen to cling to walls, had torn siding from the buildings that he hung from, had shattered windows and sent shards of glass flying dangerously close to the people still awake and walking the streets after sundown. Deep down, somewhere inside, he knew that he was being a baby and overreacting to something that wasn’t as bad as he made it out to be. Pushed back against the far corners of his reasoning, there was the voice that had known that it would be best to stay inside with Gwen and not take out his anger on the people and things that had nothing to do with his mood.
Venom was good at ignoring that small, whispered voice. Venom was excellent at not listening to Eddie’s compassionate side when he was too pissed off to let Eddie Brock keep himself in line. Eddie didn’t like Spiderman, didn’t like Peter, but when he was calm enough to keep his fangs pulled up into his gums, he was vividly aware that the symbiote hated him more than he did, and when they mingled to let out Venom, Venom despised him just as much.
It was afternoon now, bright and warm, sunny and welcoming. People were enjoying themselves, thinking it safe in the middle of the day, when vampires were still fast asleep and docile.
“Do I look like a bank to you?” Eddie whipped around and hissed at a teenage girl asking for money, for change, for anything. She was slight and dressed in clothes that were scandalously revealing, snug with torn tights, draped in a halter top and a skirt colored in reds and blacks. They were near the entrance to an alley and when she opened her arms to tell him that she was sorry, that she couldn’t help it, he took her by the shoulder and dragged her into the space between the two buildings. The girl let out an ‘ouch’ and a ‘what the fuck are you doing?’.
She bared her teeth at him and glowered when he loosened his grip and let her go. The shadows from the towering buildings filtered out the sun and darkened the alley, turning it into a room whose windows were covered in drapes. The teenager was wary of places like this, places that were dark and confining. Girls like her were raped in alleys. They were robbed in alleys. They were murdered in alleys.
She twisted herself around, an attempt at running back to the streets. She got as far as a step when Eddie grabbed her again, this time taking her around the middle and pulling her back against his chest. “You don’t take money from mothers with children. That’s mean,” he whispered, his mouth close to her ear and his hand against her lips, keeping the screams locked inside. Trying to say something in return, trying to defend herself, her words came out in a dry, muffled failure. Eddie— Venom now— rolled back his shoulders in a shrug and hurled her away right when the black suit crept up along his arms, his legs. Falling to the ground, her eyes wide and wet, she looked up at him, pleading, frightened. Her arm was twisted at an odd angle and when he snarled at her, all sharp teeth and dripping saliva, she began to scream, began to panic.
Somebody would hear her, somebody would come running, and when that happened, he would kill her before they could play hero. Venom grinned at the thought and let her scream. He watched as she attempted to stand on shaking legs, only to fall back down thanks to an ankle that had been damaged when she was introduced to the ground.