Flash Thompson // Venom (envenomation) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-06-24 12:05:00 |
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At first, he thought the screaming was coming from his sister, and his heart began to pound in his chest, thumping so loudly that he thought Betty would be able to hear it from the balcony where he'd left her. If Jesse was screaming, then she was hurt. Or frightened. Or dying. If he took another step and came face to face with her, and saw her bleeding on the floor, ripped apart like a rag doll, he was sure he would lose all control right then and there, and tear the whole place to shreds. He needed to pull himself together, and tell himself that Jesse was going to be fine, that she wasn't dying. His guns were already raised, and he was sure somebody was about to get a head full of bullets. If they were lucky. If Venom tore them limb from limb with his teeth, nobody would honestly be able to lay blame on him, or call him a monster, say that he couldn't keep the symbiote under control. They'd understand. This was his family, and good behavior went out the window the second they were put in danger. Sometimes rules were meant to be broken. Sometimes, you couldn't help it. But he shouldn't have gone into this alone. He should have gotten the Avengers involved, should have told them that he needed help, that he was in too deep, that he'd made a mess and now everyone he loved was being targeted and threatened and put in danger. Flash knew that he didn't have to do this alone, but he'd waited too long and now it was too late to change his mind and ask for help. Way to fucking go. He was a real goddamn genius. It hit him suddenly, like a ton of bricks in the face. The screaming was not coming from Jesse. The screaming was coming from a woman trying to hide behind a door that wouldn't close no matter how hard she pushed it. She was older than his sister, and bigger, and really beginning to work herself into a panic. Her nails were scraping at the door, her eyes wide and wet and crying. Flash lowered his weapons and she flinched anyway, as if he had just pulled the trigger and signed her death warrant. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here for Jesse. I'm here to--" His words died in his throat. He took a step back, retreated toward the balcony. This was not his sister's apartment. The walls were blue. The floor was carpeted. There was a crib in the corner. She had a baby in her arms, and the baby was wailing too, terrified because its mother was terrified. Oh shit was the only thing he could say. Just "Oh shit". |