Venom could let them run knowing that he would catch up with them. If Static was anything like New York’s resident wall crawler he would leave them for the police to find. Killing was wrong and it wasn’t their place to take a life and you bet all that crap was enough to confuse Venom, who didn’t understand why they deserved to live if they were going to waste their lives by hurting people. He was new, a living thing that hadn’t been what he was for long. With the wrong host the symbiote was capable of being a cold blooded killer, but Eddie had been an okay guy before they’d been introduced and he didn’t have it in him to hurt somebody who didn’t have it coming to them.
Eddie was a liar and a manipulator. He could be pathetically jealous and he held grudges like nobody’s business. He wasn’t however, a heartless psycho who did things for laughs. He had morals, a code to follow, things that he refused to do. It wouldn’t be good enough for Spiderman and it wouldn’t be good enough for the heroes who inhabited this city, but it was good enough for Venom.
She stood up on shaking legs, swiping the tears away from her eyes. The victim who could think of herself as safe for now walked backwards toward her car, hands fumbling for the keys in her jacket. Venom heard them clack against each other. He waited for the hero to come back.
His teeth were shrinking. It was a struggle to talk with them like they were. He willed them down so when Static returned, they were almost normal sized, sharp as hell but not as big.
Misjudged… He was misjudged in some ways but not in others. Venom was no hero. Venom slaughtered people who didn’t deserve it. Static would see that, for he didn’t care who witnessed his punishments and he wasn’t bothered by the reactions.
He held up a clawed finger. “You wait here. We have something to finish.” He was on the wall and up and over and gone then. Venom did it in record time, pulled one of the men free of the metal pole and sunk his teeth into the flesh of his neck, spat out a mouthful of blood and flesh and bone, crawled back up the wall.
Keeping himself held up by a web stuck to the bricks, he lowered his bulk, hung upside down, right above Static. There was blood and God only knows what else on his teeth when he opened his mouth to speak.
“We’re called Venom. And you’re just like the Spider. Little superhero doesn’t have the guts to take care of his problems.” The symbiote covering his face crept away, to expose human eyes, a mouth with teeth that looked out of place. “Don’t leave your mess for other people to clean up, kiddo. It’s rude.”