Who: Eddie (Venom, maybe) and OPEN! What: New arrival being… new? When: Evening, right before sundown. Where: The streets of Lawrence. Status: Open; incomplete Rating: TBA
Waking up after being blown into a million little pieces should have hurt. It should have stung, at least. He expecting to see blood, or feel blood or taste it in his mouth, streaming from a throat that should have been torn to shreds. He would have understood shattered bones and torn skin, or limbs that didn’t work and that he couldn’t feel.
What he wasn’t expecting to feel was nothing at all. He felt how one felt when they weren’t paying attention and accidentally bumped into the person walking ahead of them. You were the tiniest bit shocked at first, but then you moved on and soon forgot all about it. There were no physical scars and no throbbing reminders of what you’d just done. This was like that, Eddie thought. This was nothing.
This was a walk in the park. Minus the blowing up and dying in agony part.
The alley was cool and secluded. It was left alone by anyone further away on the main street, and therefore it was appealing to Eddie and to the sated symbiote. Disoriented, he squinted up at the sky that was beginning to lose its light. Somehow, in some way, the sight was unfamiliar to him. It was the way the clouds looked, the pattern of them, the color, everything and anything. A shadow fell across the alley, courtesy of the two buildings towering on both sides. Lowering his eyes away from what was above, he braced both hands down onto the rocky pavement and lifted himself up to stand on his own two feet.
He blinked. His attention was on the wall left to him until the thing invisibly attached to him silently urged him to be on alert. Obeying it, his head perked up and his shoulders stiffened. The confusion he’d initially felt was leaving him and in its place annoyance was creeping in. The symbiote was getting irritable and that meant that Eddie was getting irritable. His new surroundings were making him feel trapped, cornered, lost.
Eddie, with Venom not far behind, growled low in his throat and stared up at a building, considering. He wanted to crawl up there, wanted to perch there and watch.