Who: Venom and Elle What: Show and tell with awesome abilities! When: Late Afternoon Where: The Luthor Mansion, the pool Rating: TBD
He was going to see the newest arrival. Elle. It was a pretty name, a nice name that didn’t sound very threatening. The sound of a name was not to be used for judgment of the person who carried it through life. Eddie had known an Elle once, a lovely girl with chestnut curls and floral print dresses that smelled of daisies. She’d smiled and twirled her hair through her fingers, hid her face in her hands when she was complimented by the teachers. She had been beautiful and dainty looking, the perfect girl who jumped rope on the playground during lunchtime recess.
She hit him in the head with a stapler when they were in sixth grade. She’d hurled it like a professional baseball player on the field and Eddie fell to the ground, on top of a chalk drawing of a yellow dog and a boy with a book.
Elle Lucas had been his first crush, and to think that it had all started when she’d knocked him out cold with a bright pink stapler decorated in blue star shaped stickers. He was hoping that this Elle would be kind enough not to hit him with office supplies.
Venom trekked passed pictures hung on walls and servants dusting windowsills and chatting about what they’d read in the tabloid magazines last night. Some celebrity was caught shooting up in a movie theatre bathroom and so and so was pregnant with twins. Twins! Could you even believe it? Yeah, he could believe something, but it wasn’t that. He could believe that some people were in dire need of lives beyond magazines and wiping grime off of a window that had been cleaned twenty three times in the timeframe of two hours and fifteen minutes.
“You guys really should find something else do to. I don’t think Lex is going to be putting a microscope to that window anytime soon.” He made his taunting comment on his way through and brushed right passed them. One of them huffed and gave him the eye. The eye! That was rude, uncalled for and… who cared? He didn’t care. It wasn’t worth confronting. It would be a waste of time. Precious time that could be spent outside with the new girl and her ability. Whatever that was.
Sliding open the glass door— the portal to his destination—Venom stepped out into the pool area. He might have succeeded in looking normal, dressed in a light blue polo shirt, striped darker, jeans, white sneakers laced up in the same shade of blue as his shirt. What wasn’t average, were the black strands sprouting from his back, entangled in his hair and coiled around his neck. They pulsed, alive and satisfied. He was happy.