Who: Eddie and Susan What: The two meet in the woods and travel for safety. When: Thursday, early morning. Where: Woods, then prison. Warnings: Venom has some language problems, but other than that, I think it'll be okay. Status: In Progress | Closed
Eddie was falling. He swore as he threw out his hands to catch himself, muttering as his hands hit the rough bark of a tree root.
Wait... what the hell?
Eddie quickly rose to his knees, looking around wildly as he took in a massive amount of trees surrounding him in every direction. This wouldn't have been a problem except that three seconds ago he had been crossing a street to his motorcycle in San Francisco. In a neighborhood in San Francisco which, aside from a few city or private owned trees and a few yards and flowerbeds, had no vegetation whatsoever. Definitely not a whole fucking forest.
What did you do now, Eddie?
Eddie growled to himself. Well, to the symbiote that was bonded to him.
"Just... shut up, will you?" he hissed, looking around for anything that could give him an indication of where he might be. "Please." It was an afterthought, but it was a part of who Eddie was. His momma raised him right. Even if he didn't always make the best choices, he always minded his P's and Q's. As far as please and thank you, anyway.
"Do you smell anything?"
Now you want my help? Bitch.
"Just... tell me, would you."
Venom grumbled inside his head but Eddie could suddenly smell through him as the alien took over. He saw through his eyes and smelled through his nose. The smell of humans on the air, but far away, except...
"A woman... not far from here."
Eddie took back over before Venom got any ideas about eating a poor, unsuspecting lady. He rose to his feet and dusted himself off, then went in the direction her scent had come from. It was possible she could, at the very least, tell them where they were. When they came across the woman, however, she seemed as lost and confused as they were. What was more, her clothing looked like something that belonged at one of those conventions... the renaissance faires.
"Ma'am?" he asked, soft, slow, and gentle so as to not scare her.