look out for the (flashofvenom) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-12-16 02:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *narrative, flash thompson |
flash finds a dead girl
Who: Flash Thompson
Where: Oscorp facility
When: Recently
What: dead girl, dead world. goodbye mj.
Warning: lots of violence and death
Flash had been wearing the Venom suit for too long.
This wasn’t the first time. He had gone a couple hours over before. Kind of like the same way a fat girl ate two more pieces of cake than she should or his dad drank another case of beer after already being black out drunk. Once he got past the threshold, it didn’t hurt. No, it felt good in that wrong kind of way. The way that he knew he’d regret in the morning, but it was so nice to give in for once. See, Flash had been the strongest out of all the spidey kids. He wasn’t phased by killing zombies, by the look MJ gave them after she shot a man dead. No man, he was their tough guy. The one that didn’t get fucked up about anything.
But, MJ herself, her existence had been eating at him. He had to actively tell himself not to think about her connection with Harry and all the sick nasty stuff they probably did together. Ever since he came back from his video game world, all he could think about were the bad life choices she and everyone else made. Most of those choices revolved around Harry and his stupid fucking dad. So, punching his way through facilities, even if it’d eventually get him kicked out of SHIELD felt good. He felt like he was spraying graffiti on his math teacher’s door. A big FUCK YOU to the person ruining his life.
And MJ? MJ was fucking dead, Flash knew that. Girls don’t go missing and then wind up okay. In the desert, they went missing and were found in the sand without heads and broken hip bones. She was dead, so there wasn’t any point in searching except for that sweet feeling of hurting the person who hurt her. Hurt his friends. If she was dead? He could kill Harry and everyone would agree with him.
Well, that’s what Venom said, anyway.
So, Flash showed up at one of the last facilities and he didn’t give a fuck anymore. The demon football player from hell look that he normally had was traded in for a towering, globby mess of ink and teeth. He ate some people, He twisted the life out of them. He made guns out of his hands and shot some to death. They all deserved it, even if Oscorp wasn’t responsible for MJ’s death.
He finally got into the back chamber and there were already dead guys. Bros who had been dead for a long time, their skin leathered and eyes sunk way deep in their skulls. He looked to his right in the dingy, dark lab and saw red hair. He knew it was her. He knew those bony knees that would form a temple on either side of his lap when they used to make out in high school. Yeah, it was her. And she was fucking dead. The beep of a nearby machine didn’t even register.
So, what happened next he didn’t really remember. Venom hissed please??? and all Flash could feel was this euphoric bliss of revenge. Like, yeah all the people who fucked him over were going to pay in the worst way possible and it felt good. Blood smeared the walls, the lights went out and the only thing anyone could see were those giant, white shark teeth smiling through a black curtain.
When it was all over, the hulking monster, the nothing but ink and teeth, slid over to MJ and her body was still warm.
Still warm.
In all this darkness she was still fucking WaRmm.
The ink pulled back to reveal a man in a black suit. No shoulder pads with spikes. No teeth. And he reached for a pulse. In the darkness, his fingers groped for her neck and pushed into thin, freckled skin. “MJ, dude.” Flash sounded like he was bubbling under water. Like that night at the pool where they made out and wondered how the next year was going to go. His fingers pushed and didn’t feel a fucking thing.
Her body was still warm. But, MJ? She was fucking dead, dude.