A/N: Hi, everyone. I just had an awesome time. Among my time off for a few days, I saw Avengers: Endgame! Though, I won't spoil much of it for you. And it inspired me to do a little bit of work on Venom to integrate him as a part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, or M.C.U. for short. So, I decided to have it take place near the eve of the five-year anniversary of The Snap made by Thanos. For now, the next few chapters will focus on the events of Venom before getting to the Endgame with a few differences, mainly Carnage as the main villain for Eddie as it would give the two of them a better reason to get along while my OC will take on Riot as a personal vendetta. She will have her own symbiote in a platinum color named Spite. Both it and its host will be portrayed by Hayden Panettiere in this story. As for the cover art for it, it was difficult trying to get the venom side of it without removing the logo to affect the background. I know there's a lot of other stuff to do, but I'm exhausted enough as is. Other than that, I hope it turns out good. Keep in mind, though, the first few chapters may or may not be short.

Chapter 1: An Average Day

Entry #1

First off, let me state for the record, this journal was my secret property for a reason. Almost no one else could handle what I've gone through, what I am currently going through. If you think you can prove me wrong, go ahead and be my guest, but if you have a hint of doubt or fear, I suggest you stop reading. Rest assured, my story isn't some fairy tale. Because it's definitely not pretty.

My name is Amanda S. Greyson. I am 18 years old and I go to Horizon High. At least, I used to, considering I've graduated. Now I have a starter job in the Life Foundation. I work there as a scientist, naturally because of my "talents." But that's not even the most exciting part.

One day, we found a ship cargo of quite a few liquid matter of yellow, silver, dark blue, red, and black. Personally, I felt as though we actually found aliens from another planet, although I was ecstatic back then. My boss, Carlton Drake, decided we needed to get a better understanding of the samples. But I can't help but think it was strange how they seemed to be alive. Even more so was the fact that this liquid matter is alive.

I'm not joking, by the way. It was actually alive, in whatever form. In fact, every time I tapped on the glass, it'd scurry over to me, only to hit the glass wall, though in fairness, it wasn't really trying as hard. I thought it was playful and desperate for attention, almost like a little kid. It always made me wonder how something lighter than plastic could be stronger than steel. But there's still so much we don't know. So, until then, I thought it best to study it as much as possible.


Entry #2

Over the past 6 months now, Dr. Skirth, or Dora, and I found out that the symbiotes actually equalize the host, meaning it empowers them. So far, we had good luck, since we used rabbits. When Carlton decided to try human testing, I knew it must have been the rabbit's lucky foot, because the hosts that were human, well... let's just say they weren't that lucky. Almost immediately after the Symbiote got in, the subjects die. But the worst thing is, he didn't stop at one. He's still going at it. From that moment on, I wondered if this was going to be a normal day at the Life Foundation.

The next week, I had enough and tried to talked with Carlton about the symbiotes and knew this whole thing has to be stopped before anyone else dies.

"You saw what happened to that guy, Carlton. How is that supposed to help human evolution if no one survives it?"

"Well, that's what tests are for, Ms. Greyson. We'll never know if we stop now."

"And what good is evolution if humanity isn't around anymore?!"

Carlton only turned to look at me with a glare before controlling his temper as he replied coolly.

"So... are you willing to make the sacrifice, then?"

After seeing what they did to those people, I didn't want to be on their menu. So, I had to decline for now.

"No, Mr. Drake. Not yet."

"Then continue to bring in more subjects. These symbiotes need to live."

As he walked away, having his last word, I decided I wasn't going to let him have his way. Yet, at the same time, I grew worried. And not just for myself, but for those people, and the symbiotes. Sure, they paid the price, and I'm no more happy with that than Carlton, albeit for different reasons, but these symbiotes are just doing what they needed to do. But then, I remembered one thing in my life that sounds a bit cliched, but was always true. The needs of many always outweigh the needs of the few. And right now, as much as it pains me to say it, humanity's needs outweighed the symbiotes'.

Later that same day, I talked with Dora about how to stop Carlton from killing more people just for the sake of the symbiotes. Believe it or not, Dora was all in. She told me she knew someone that can stop him: a reporter that came in a few days earlier to try to expose him named Eddie Brock. That name grew familiar to me. For some reason, I pictured him as someone who got fired and extremely petty or vengeful. But, contrary to what I thought, Dora believed he was the one. I tried to suggest Peter Parker, but she told me he went missing about five years back. No one has seen him since the aliens came and he took off from the bus. But, how could that be possible?

Then, I remembered what happened shortly after they came that long ago. Literally half of the whole world, mothers, fathers, children, loners, widows, without explanation, just turned to dust, and instantly afterward, chaos happens. People were running like it was the end of the world. A week after that, once they determined it was no toxin breathed in from the air, no contamination, or any logical cause like that, they held funerals for those who were turned into dust and those who got killed in the chaos that resulted; we called them The Vanished. No one had any clue what happened. No one. I was lucky that I haven't lost myself or anyone in my family. Or was I? I never knew; no one did.

Anyway, I was to wait by the Symbiotes for when Eddie got there since Carlton assigned me for their studying and testing. As I waited, I decided to get to know the symbiotes a little bit before I come up with what to do once his operation goes down. Of all the symbiotes I chose to test on, I picked the silver one. It had my favorite color from when I was little up to this day. Although, I didn't want to risk being its meal, I still felt bad for these organisms. They're basically like evicted aliens, just doing what they had to do to survive. Of course, the hosts still earned my concerns because of how their families would be unable to cope with what we were doing to them. I couldn't cope with it, either.

Fortunately, yet also unluckily, I was only given one volunteer to handle it: a psychotic murderer, the Carnage Killer, named Cletus Kassady. As much bad as he did, I can't help but feel like I'm the true villain in doing this, but I never wanted to be. Like that ever mattered to Drake. As I looked at him when I pushed the button, the silver symbiote got released and made its way over to him. However, the most peculiar thing happened: it didn't go in the host (thank goodness), but instead, went straight for me and pressed itself on the glass. But the question was why? Before I pondered this, I heard a voice behind me.

"So, you're Amanda Greyson, huh?"

As I looked at him, I knew I recognized him.

"Oh. Eddie Brock, right? Dr. Skirth told me to wait for you."

As Eddie looked at me, I was practically anxious when he asked me a question.

"So, what work are you doing?"

"Uh, Drake told me we were doing a Symbiosis project."

"Well, where's the project? Unless that guy is the project."

When I looked behind me, I saw the symbiote wasn't on the wall anymore, nor was it anywhere in the room. I was hoping to show him the evidence, but it's gone. I was beginning to panic at this point.

"No, no, no! The symbiote is gone! Cletus, where is it?"

Unfortunately, he only gave me a smug look as he replied.

"Where's what?"

Ugh! Thanks for nothing! Then again, I should've expected that from a serial killer who had no idea what was going on to begin with. How is he supposed to get the pictures now? Then, I remembered what Drake told me about. He said something about using a hobo (his words, not mine) to test out one of the other symbiotes. If we could find her, Drake would go down for sure.

"It's okay. It's okay. There's more evidence over there. Please follow me."

With that, I showed him to the rest of the test subjects before I noticed that not even the rabbit and its symbiote survived. I guess the rabbits weren't lucky after all. But as Eddie took the pictures of the symbiotes and the aftermath, that's when the worst happened. When we stopped at the symbiote holding cell showing the subject, Eddie recognized her.

"Maria?"

I turned to him as he spoke.

"You know her?"

"Yeah, I stop by and usually catch up with her at night. Haven't seen her since..."

4 days. That's how long ago it was since he saw her. And we subjected her to this. As I felt the pain of guilt in my stomach, Maria noticed us and called for her visitor.

"Eddie! Get me out of here!"

As she did, Maria banged on the glass. I had no idea if she was being consumed from inside out or if she's becoming desperate. Either way, I didn't want another life on my hands. As I tried to open the door with a code, Eddie got the fire extinguisher and banged on the door. I didn't think it was ideal since I tried to get her out.

"Eddie, what are you doing?!"

"What else am I supposed to do?!"

Then, I remembered what I'm needed here for. If there's any chance that it backfires, I have to keep my job here for surveillance. Besides, the code didn't work anyway. Drake must've changed it before. So, I backed off and let him do his thing. But the moment he broke the glass, things went out of control.

The instant she got out, the alarm went off and Maria started throttling Eddie. As I watched it happen, I was becoming more scared than I ever was when I tried to get her off of him.

"Maria, stop! We're trying to help you!"

When I saw something black come from her, I realized something. The symbiote is trying to bond with Eddie. The moment it latched onto him, I tried to remove it and stop it before it could kill him. But when I pulled Maria off of Eddie and saw she wasn't moving, it was too late. The symbiote had already got inside him.

As he took off in a hurry, the guards that came down to check noticed him running away and out of the building. As for me, I was left tending to Maria, checking her vitals. As I did, I found out that she was... gone. Just like all the others. Another life taken by my hands. No... by Drake's hands. As I mourned her loss, knowing that somebody must've missed her, I could hear Cletus' laughter in the walls.

"What a night! I don't know what happened, but this is the most fun I've had in a lifetime! And I didn't even do anything yet!"

As Cletus laughed, I wanted to just barge in the room and shut him up. But then I remembered that it would only validate him by stooping to his level. So, I could only drown out the cruel voice with my sorrow as I sobbed, knowing that I had a chance to stop Drake and failed. So, with that, I was sent back to my apartment until the situation got resolved. At least, that's what I thought back then. The next day proved just how wrong I was.


Entry #3

The guards and staff actually found out that my designated symbiote escaped its hold and is who-knows-where. What's more, another symbiote is in the very person trying to shut Drake down. I don't know how long he could last until he kicks the bucket next. But that wasn't the main concern. Somehow, Drake found out that Dora and I had a hand in their escape. And judging from the call I got on my phone this morning, he had something planned for the both of us.

At the Life Foundation hall, the guards brought us to Drake themselves for security measures, something Drake considered necessary since the symbiotes' breakout. Honestly, I found it comforting since Cletus had been resigned there. But, on the flip side, that would mean he's gotten another symbiote already. A suspicion that was unfortunately proven true as I noticed the red symbiote wasn't in its canister. As I grew worried about either way it would play out, the guards spoke to Drake as Dora and I got to the labs.

"Sorry to interrupt. Thought you'd like some good news."

Dora then spoke up as she got scared of what will happen. I was just as nervous myself, but I can only imagine what she must be going through. Possibly the same thing I am.

"I'm sorry."

Drake could tell from the look on her face that she was. I don't know if that really mattered to him, though. He turned to one of his guards and spoke to him about what to do with me.

"Alright. Keep an eye on Ms. Greyson. I'll talk with Dr. Skirth."

As he brought Dora with him, I was scared out of my mind for her and I tried to speak up.

"Drake, wait."

Before I could go on, the guard stopped me from talking as he took his turn.

"Hold it right there, Ms. Greyson. Drake asked for Skirth. You're going to stay here."

Being forced to just watch how it all goes down, I grew worried about what he would do to Dora as they spoke.

"Amanda and I were troubled about what we've been doing."

"I get it. I get it. We've all been troubled. It's the nature of what we do. But I need you to tell me who was with you two. I need that from you."

I could tell how hesitant Dora was to answer as she held her breath before she spoke.

"I can't do that."

"We can't fix things unless we begin with... your friend. The person who was here, because they're gonna die. They're in grave danger. You know that, right?"

Of course we knew. That was the whole reason we did this. But if we tell him, we'll be in danger of that happening to us.

"They're gonna die unless we bring them back here. To keep them alive."

Keep who alive? The symbiotes, or the hosts? I wanted to ask him this if I were in Dora's position, but... I'm not. No matter how much I wanted to be, I'm not. Now, she's just... frozen up.

"Hey. Dora. I promise from here on in, we will do things differently. Will you trust me?"

I wouldn't. Although, that's all we ever wanted. Would he be true to that? Dora seemed to think that as she finally spoke.

"Eddie Brock."

Unfortunately, the answer wasn't what he'd hoped for.

"Eddie Brock?"

When she confirmed it with a nod, Drake's true colors showed up. Maybe it was because of his dislike for him peeking in anybody's business, but I somehow figured out he was lying.

"You were our best. Open it."

Then, I watched as the symbiote canister opened up, seeing it crawl out of the container as I felt my heart racing. I knew then what he was trying to do to us. He's trying to make us the test subjects. Dora grew scared out of her mind, too, but no more than I am right now. In fact, it didn't come even close.

"NO! Let her go!"

When I tried to get to her, the guard pulled on my arms, stopping me from helping her.

"You're not going anywhere."

As I tried to help her, the symbiote made its way to Dora as she screamed and tried to get to the door. But unfortunately, the symbiote was quicker and it tripped her before crawling up on her before it went inside. As this happened, I glared at Drake and wanted to punch him down. I probably would have if that guard wasn't holding me back. Maybe that was the point.

"LET HER GO, DANG IT!"

While I shouted at him, I was forced to watch as the symbiote ate Dora from the inside out before she convulsed and screamed before she finally stopped moving and the symbiote came out of it, leaving its corpse on the floor. And that was it. My best friend that I've known for my time here was gone. Just like that, my beliefs about being dragged to someone's level went out the window as I punched a guard in the face, forcing him to let go as I jumped on Drake and throttled him by the neck. I never thought of any words except how I really felt.

"I'm gonna kill you! Do you hear me, Drake?! Do you hear me?!"

Before I could do that, the guard grabbed me and shoved me into the same room as her before he closed the door as Drake felt his neck to make sure it wasn't out of place. I knew I should've gone for the jugular.

"Dr. Skirth made her sacrifice. Now it's your turn."

Now, I was in the same boat as her. I was going to be its next meal. I tried to break the door down, but in vain. By the time I realized that, it was already creeping up on my shoe. I screamed, naturally, because who'd want a parasite going up their legs? But that's not the main issue. Like a damsel in distress, a role I really didn't like but had no other choice to play, shouted for help to arrive. As it got around me, some help did come: the silver symbiote that escaped.

It suddenly latched onto my body and from the vent as it went all over me, too. I didn't know what to make of it. Who would? But as I saw the silver symbiote drive out its dark blue counterpart with a few thwacks and brace its retaliation, I realized something. They were fighting over their territory: me. Even Drake was surprised. As they fought, though, I was in agony. Worse yet, I had no idea where it was coming from. Fortunately, that didn't last long. In the end, the dark blue symbiote was tossed to a wall while the silver one went inside me. I didn't know if this was going to be good news or bad, since it is a parasite. But as soon as I thought it up, I heard it speak to me.

"A parasite? I saved your life and this is how you repay me? With insults?"

I didn't mean to call it that. But back then, I had no idea who the heck was speaking to me. I looked around at the group and saw that everyone was looking at me strangely as I spoke out to them.

"Who's talking to me right now? Any of you?"

As they shook their heads or gave looks that said I went crazy, I started to think that maybe I was. But the voice in my head told me otherwise.

"You are not crazy. And they weren't talking to you."

"Well, wherever you are, get out of my head! I'm far from being in a good mood right now!"

"Like I care. Just get out of here."

"Well, don't you think I've tried? I can't bust that door down."

"Ugh. Never mind."

Suddenly, beyond my control, I grew silver claws before extending them to the door and tearing it down as Drake, the scientists, and the guards grew surprised as I was in shock over what just happened.

"Well, I guess I can."

"No, you really can't."

Having seen what I just did, Drake spoke to his men.

"Well? Contain the specimen!"

It's official. Drake didn't really care about any of us. Only himself. No faith in humanity whatsoever. That was enough cue for me to bolt as I ran out the door. When the guards tried to get me, I suddenly grew silver tentacles on my sides that pushed them away. As I got in shock again, the voice in my head didn't want me to keep it waiting.

"Well? Don't just stand there! Run!"

Seeing as it seemed to be helping me, I just ran as far as I could. On the way, I heard a familiar voice laugh behind me as I ran. Cletus.

"Go on, doc! Run like your life depends on it! Because it does!"

His rancid laugh was unpleasant to hear for me, and I knew the voice in my head would agree.

"His laugh is very annoying."

"Yeah. Let's just move on."

With that, I got out the front door before I went in my car and I drove as far away from the Life Foundation as possible, not even thinking twice about looking back.