Who: Venom and Static! What: Static gets to do superhero stuff! When: Late night Where: Somewhere downtown. Rating: R (because it’s Venom and he can be gross and mean at the same time.) Status: In progress
His eyes zoomed in on the hand slipping up under her shirt. Her head was thrown to the side, her cheek resting against the brick wall, eyes clenched shut, dark hair blown into her face, partially blinding her, keeping their images out of view. She was crying, her hitching breath shallow and pathetic and girlish. Eddie Brock felt bad for her, pitied her because she was small and weak and too afraid to defend herself. Venom bared his teeth and snarled for her, growled in her honor because she couldn’t do it for herself.
Insides itching, he had the sudden urge to scratch his ribs like a dog, to subdue the feeling with his claws. The teeth were getting bigger, growing in his mouth, piercing through his gums, sharper and sharper by the second. He bit down and tasted blood, copper and warm on his tongue, seeping out from between his lips, down his chin. Kneeling, crouching on the ledge, he gripped the building tightly, held on until his knuckles turned white from the pressure. Bracing himself, he stayed where he was, felt a black tendril separate itself from his back and slither upward, linger and then plunge down, latch onto his shoulder. Branching out, the symbiote crawled, eating up the clothing, transforming the man into a beast, taking away and giving and replacing the humanity with something that nobody sane would want.
It was a foreign substance warm against the skin, comforting, protective. The mutating thing purred and held out it's arm, flexed it's fingers, looked down at itself, back at the scene below, cocked it's head. The blonde hair disappeared, the teeth stopped growing and the figure on top of the building threw his body away from his perch, catching himself with webs that latched and carried him into the parking lot, heavy and loud, not graceful enough to be mistaken for the Spider this time.
Venom fell on the biggest one first. He came from above and knocked him over, stuck his claws through the chest and craned his neck to screech a warning at the other two. Big, capable, deadly, but nowhere near as dangerous as the creature killing their friend was, Venom made them stumble without trying. The one closest to him reached for something, glinting steel that caught his eye. A tentacle separated from the rest of him, sprang, coiled around the blade and ripped it away. He brought it in close to him, held it to his shoulder by the black substance.
It was his now and he wouldn’t give it back. He mocked them with it by keeping it.
The girl was crumbling, hands to her head, shielding, trying to protect herself, trying to block the noises out, the sights that couldn’t be real but weren’t going away. The man was a corpse now and Venom was hunched low, holding the body by the torn leather jacket. Seeing his friend there, torn into, bleeding, the one in the back of the former knife wielder found the courage to pull his gun out and hold it in his hands. Feeling his breath leave him, he aimed and pulled the trigger, hoping that it would be enough.
The gun went off and at the exact same moment the teenager opened her mouth and screamed, wailed as the bullet flew passed Venom’s left side, grazing the flesh beneath the costume, not enough to hurt but enough to get him snapping, jaws wide, tongue lolling, saliva dripping.
Mistake.
Venom’s angry bark mingled with the human cries, the little girl cries coming from the mouth of a victim who was unable to tell the difference between her savior and her attackers. He looked and seemed worse than they were and seeing him there, she wept, all rational thoughts telling her that he would kill them and then turn on her, bite her with those teeth.