Not going to be a long story guys, just a few chapters. This weekend, I finally got to see Venom with my hubby and I was inspired! So this is not going to be based off the Venom movie, but off of that Venom. I thought he was so cool and smexy and I'm sorry but I hated the Spiderman 3 Venom...he sucked.

I do not own Spider-Man series and I do not own any of the characters except for the ones I have created myself. I hope you guys like it.

(Venom speaking)

(Raven/Venom speaking)

Spider Man saves a baby from a kidnapper, Spider Man stops robbery at a bank, Spider Man saves passengers on a runaway bus. Ha, you never hear about Spiderman coming down here to save the day. And why would he, it's not like we wanted to be saved, at least it didn't seem that way. I lived in a shitty neighborhood, with shitty apartments and shitty ass people .The neighborhood where my life started and where it would probably end. A place where no one cared about anything really other than money and power, love didn't have room down here.

I guess I should probably tell you who is telling this story, my name is Raven or Rae if you want. I am sixteen years old and been on my own since I was seven. I had a family once, but my dad's constant spending on drugs and not paying back drug dealers ended all that when a gang he owed came to our house to collect. My poor mom, maybe she was just blind or maybe she didn't want to really think that her husband had spent money to get me new sneakers on drugs. As a punishment for not paying and making them come to him, they killed my mom right in front of us. I still remember how bits of her brain landed on my shoulder and some got caught in my hair.

My dad, sat there screaming like a little bitch at the top of his lungs, forgot all about me and ran for it and I haven't seen him since. You would think that after that, all my troubles would end and I could walk off into the sunset with a new and loving family that would adopt me. Wrong. After the cops came and picked up the rest of my mom off the floor, they couldn't find anyone from either of my parents family who was willing to take me in, so I ended up in foster care or I guess the better name would be Hell.

My foster mother, , had a habit of using her foster kids as ashtrays and I was her favorite. "You're so dark, it's not like anyone will notice", she would say. Horrible woman, always smelled of mold and smoke whenever you went around her and would slap the taste out your mouth just for breathing too close to her. Her husband, Hubert, was no better. He would try to act like he cared about you and wanted to make your stay with them there as enjoyable as possible….for a price. What's harm is there in sitting on his lap for a while or letting him stick his hand up your dress? I guess I didn't understand the "full picture" because the knife that was in my hand connected with his his body the first time he tried to put his hand down my shorts one day.

I didn't even stay long enough to see where I had stuck him, I just got as many things as I could an ran, I was only eleven years old then and I haven't looked back. It was sucky sometimes, not living in a home, having friends who weren't crackheads, whores or gangbangers, but it could be worse. Tonight was a great example of how it could get worse.

It was late as I walked away from the food bank, with some food for the next few days. I was hoping to get home and snuggle on my old mattress that I had found and aired out for three days to get the smell of piss. The air was brisk against my exposed stomach in a black PINK cropped sweatshirt, that I had found in a donation box . My legs were covered in a pair of black soccer sweatpants that I had found and I worse a pair of old black high tops.

It was better to wear all black, easier to sneak in and out of places. I wore my hoodie up over my ear length, wavy brown hair, hoping it would help me blend in more to the night. My baseball bat, sat up pointing to the sky from my backpack. A handy tool that has gotten me out of sticky situations more than once. I was walking as quickly and as quietly as I could, to get to my little "paradise", when I heard a scream. I should've just kept going, first rule of living down here was to mind your own business, you stayed alive longer. I went to continue walking, when I heard it again and a cry

"Please Tony, I'm sorry"! Fuck, it was Tina, a streetwalker that I used to share warmed with when I first came out here. She said she had been walking the streets since she was my age, told me that I needed to get out while I still could before I got stuck, like her. I had offered to stay with me in the place I was saying, but she said that she didn't want to bring her business around me, that everything she touched shriveled and died and I would too. I think that was just the beers talking though.

Just keeping walking, I thought to myself. She wouldn't help you out and I knew it, but the loud sound of a stinging slap made a fire go through my body that wasn't going to be put out. Why the fuck am I doing this, I thought to myself as I took out my bat from backpack and lifted the black bandana around my neck up around my nose and mouth. I raised my bat, ready to defend myself and walked slowly to where I could hear sound of whimpering, crying and the sound of skin hitting skin. I crept further and further towards the sounds until I reached a corner and peeked around it.

There was Tina, laying on the ground, bruised and her face bloody. Three men stood in front of her as another gave her a good kick to the ribs, earning a scream from her as she used her arms to try and protect herself. I don't know how she had survived out here so long, Tina never fought back and was always letting some guy slap her around. It was sometimes sad to look at. The man who had kicked her took a handkerchief from one of the three men and covered the white cloth with blood as he wiped his knuckles and chuckled. He was a tall, tan man with nice wavy hair pulled from his face. He seemed really good lucky, even in the dark and worse a olive green suit.

"T, T, now I thought I told you that unless I was getting a cut of the profits, I didn't want to see your trashy mug down here anymore," he said. Tina struggled to sit herself up and shook as she looked up at him, like a sad puppy.

"C-come on Tony, you know the cops are watching the corners a few blocks up! You don't go bothering those other girls," she sobbed. The man, Tony, clicked his tongue and kneeled down to Tina's level, making her back up into the brick wall.

"And all them other girls are giving me a cut of what they're making. But I guess business is a little slower since every guy that goes through here has gone through you," he said, his lacky's laughing with him. I saw more tears leak from Tina's eyes as she looked down to the ground. Tony brought his hand back and slapped her so hard that it turned her to the other cheek and she nearly hit her head in the wall behind her. "You fucking look at me while I'm talking to you".

"You think anyone cares about you, you're just some hoe on the street, disposable. You know how many of you guys dead on the side of the street on a daily basis? I wouldn't be too surprised if your own family didn't come down to identify the body, if they even care that is".

Fucking asshole, talking to her like he's any better. All these gangsters were the same, little boys playing with guns, I hated it. The constant fear, how they spat on everyone who wasn't in their ranks and would kill you at the drop of a pen. Well not tonight. I turned from the corner and closed my eyes and took a deep breath, preparing myself mentally and physically for what I was about to do. I crouched down as much as I could to the ground as I quietly did a little run behind the unsuspecting group. Since I was so tiny, it made it very easy to be light on my feet.

When I got close enough, I raised my bat high in the air and slammed it hard against one of the men. He let out a yell and the other man turned towards me, making me swing at his face. Tony's and Tina's attention were no longer on each other and were now looking over at the scene of me swinging at one man and the other being hit across the back as he tried to get up again.

"Run Tina," I yelled out as I swung again. Tony went inside his pocket and I quickly grabbed a good size rock out of my pocket and threw it at his head and hit him on his crown. He swore out and grabbed his head as he fell to the ground. I saw Tina was still there and growled out at her. "Get the fuck out of here Tina"!

"But what about-"

"GET OUT OF HERE YOU OLD HOE," I yelled at her. I knew that would make her tick. She gets up in a dash and takes one more look at me, I can see the conflict in her face, but she soon makes up her mind and runs away. Good, I can hopefully lead them away and get out of this myself. As I see Tony get up I turn and start running, taking one more hit at both men who were up and charging at me.

"Get that motherfucker," Tony yelled out. I could hear the sound of feet against pavement, trying to not look back and see how far they were behind me. That's how they always got caught in scary movies I saw, looking back. Fuck that just run! I was swift as a fox, turning at each corner, jumping over trash cans and crackheads who parked themselves against the side of buildings. I could hear them cursing behind me and running behind me, but I kept going. Just a little further and could slip into a hiding spot and wait till the coast was clear. I had hiding places all over, sometimes you had to have extra places to crash when you lived in a place where if you pissed the wrong person off, you weren't safe anywhere.

Come on Rae, just a little further, I kept repeating to myself. I smirked as I saw the corner that I just had to turn and I could slip away without those assholes even knowing it. Sudden;y. There was a loud bang in the air and I felt a stabbing pain go through my lower stomach as the air rushed out my body. I fell to the ground and screamed as I tried to lift myself up, keep going girl come on. My plans were ruined though as I felt someone roughly, grab the back of my hoodie and slam me against the alley wall. A gun was shoved against my head as my bat was kicked away and the man name Tony, brought his face in front of mine and he did not look happy.

I groaned as he got a fistfull on my hair, to bring my face up to look at him.

"You little fucker, do you realize that you just made me lose out on money. I guess street rats like you don't realize money does". He stopped talking mid-sentence as he pulled my bandana down and a smile that I didn't like crept to his face.

"Well look at that boys, it's a pretty little girl," he said laughing. I looked from the corner of my eye and tried to slowly reach for my bat. Just a little closer, just a little more. I was stopped though as I felt someone step on my wrist and press hard. I bit my lip to keep in my yell as I looked up and saw the man I had hit in the head. He sure looked like he's seen better days, heh.

"Oh no no no baby girl, no more trouble from you, I just got the best idea". Tony brushed the back of his gun down the side of my face before getting up. He lashed his foot out and gave me a good kick in the wound in my stomach, making more blood spill out. "You're going to help make up that money you just lost me and maybe I can use you a bit, you're a cute little thing".

I felt panic run through my body as I listened to his plans for me. I had seen plenty of girls my age and younger get forced or coerced into prostitution. The dead looks in their eyes after the glamour of the money, the nice clothes and important men faded away. I couldn't be caged and I wouldn't be.

"Fuck you man, just kill me," I whimpered out. It was getting harder to breath and I was starting to get dizzy. The guys all looked at each other and then laughed as one of them reached for me. I didn't care if I died, I wasn't going without fucking up someone's day or taking them with me. I growled out and bite the hand that reached out for me. He screamed out and gave it a good tug, I could feel the breaking of skin under my teeth and taste the blood touching my tongue. I felt a fist slam down on the side of my head and I let go of the hand and coughed out from the force. I didn't get time to recover as I foot slammed on my stomach, again and again. I tried to cover myself from the multiple blows I was receiving and wouldn't give them the pleasure of seeing my tears.

The entire time I was getting my ass kicked, none of us noticed the small black blob, slowly moving towards us. It was so quiet that none of us even heard it come as is slithered closer and closer. When the men had finally gotten tired, they backed away and I could hear the disgusting sound of someone hacking before feeling wetness rain down on me, asshole. I struggled to sit myself up and felt myself almost fall as I looked up at the three of them through my bruised eye.

"I don't think she's worth it Tony, too much to break it," one of the men said. Tony reached in his pocket and took out a cigarette and lighter and lite, before looking down at me.

"You're probably right, too bad such a waste," Tony said as he pulled out his piece and pointed it right at my head. I looked him straight in the eye, even as I trembled before them. SO this is it, I thought, well that was a shitty life. As I hear the safety being pulled I feel something on my stomach.

"Yo, what the fuck is that," one of the men yell and jump back from me. Tony's eyes were the size of saucers and his aim started to falter as he looked down at my stomach. I guess I'll give and see what is is everyone is talking about. I look down and I'm shocked to see some weird, black blob moving from my stomach to my chest. Maybe this is Death coming to get me. The blob slithers its was on my chest and I let out a strangled breath as I felt it sink into me. If this was dying, then it wasn't so bad. I closed my eyes and listened to my heartbeat start slowly pounding in my chest, yes I don't think I would mine dying now.

Raven.

Lord, is that you? The voice was so deep and Earth shattering. A man's voice.

Heh, no we are not this God you humans speak off.

Oh shit, it's the Devil! Am I going to Hell?

We will not let you die...if that is what you want.

What I want? As I kept talking with whoever was in my head, all three of the men just seemed to freeze in their spots. Waiting to see what would happen.

Do you want to die?

I looked up at the night sky, at the starless sky and the lights that were captured in in. I wanted to see stars one day, I heard the were beautiful. No, I wasn't ready to die. Suddenly, darkness started to worm its way from the corner of my eyes and I felt as if I was getting choked from the inside and struggled to breath. I could feel the pain disappear, I looked down and felt my stomach and was surprised to see now blood as I raised my finger tips.

You are in pain, pain caused by those men. Don't you want them to be in pain?

My eyes snapped up to look up at Tony and his men and they jumped, backing away slowly. I felt myself get up, as if someone else was in my body and stare them down as the feeling of something slick and warm enveloped me. I closed my eyes as I felt it spread throughout my body….like someone was hugging me. I realized that I was slowly looking down at Tony and the rest. They were screaming and raising their guns at started shooting at me, but I didn't even feel them or care. I was too busy listening to this nice voice. I didn't want them in pain, not just for me but for every girl they had hoed out and all the trouble they had caused everyone in the neighborhood.

Good. Let them feel the pain they gave you.

All I can remember is screaming...and crushing, the sound of skin tearing and the taste of blood in my mouth. I could see flashes of frightened faces before their eyes went blank and rolled to the back of their heads. Sudden;y, I was in front of Tony, he was emptied his clip, but I just kept walking towards him. I raised my arm and it shout out, wrapping itself around his neck and squeezing as I brought him to my face. A long tongue jetted out of my mouth and caressed his face, I could taste blood and fear on him.

"Listen mama we can fix this….money, right I-"

"We want nothing you have...just what's inside you. Your liver,your stomach and maybe your tongue," I said...was that my voice? What happened to my voice? I sounded like a bigger version of myself, no a colasel version. Tony started sputtering and whimpering.

"W-who are you man," he whimpered out and started to shake as I gave him a big smiled and licked my lips ad jagged teeth.

"We are Venom". I opened my massive jaws and chomped down on his head and made my way down to his feet, until there was nothing left. As soon as he was gone I started getting smaller and the blackness was sucked back into my body. I stood there trembling like a wet rat, trying to get my breathing under control as I felt like my knees were going to buckle under me.

We'll take over now. The voice made me jump and let out a little scream before I fell on my knees. Suddenly I was really tired and I couldn't keep my eyes open. I tried to fight and keep my eyes open, until I felt a strange sensation run over the side over my face and eyes. Like a hand caressing my face, it was so foreign to me I didn't know what to do as my body got tense from it. I groaned as it ran through my scalp like fingers, bringing my head back until I was slowly falling, letting the darkness slither its way from the corner of my eyes.

Rest. We will get us home. Sleep. He sounded like he was whispering in my ear and as the sensations continued I finally let myself fall into darkness. Maybe I really was dead.

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