I never thought he'd rear his ugly face again. For the first time in my entire life I want to be alone. Strange isn't it that me, the oh-so-great Harry Osborn, wants to be alone.
He finally leaves for a moment, giving me a small window of time to myself. So I go back to staring mindlessly out of my bedroom window as if something amazing will pass by. Maybe something will, but I highly doubt it.
He returns suddenly while I'm off guard and harshly whispers, "Let's go."
"Go where?" I ask with a hardly noticeable crack in my voice.
"She's found us."
"Who found us? And that doesn't even answer my question," I say with a bit of an attitude.
He tries to push my consciousness under, but I fight it. I can't let him control me.
Finally I aggressively yell at him, "You are NOT in control here, Venom!"
It's not easy dealing with him, especially when he's constantly trying to take over. He tries once more, but I manage to push him under enough to get him to quit it.
"Where do you want to go so badly? And who is she?" I ask him.
"Fine, she is a solution to our…problem."
"Problem? So she's going to get rid of you?"
"No, she's going to do sort of the opposite. She can make our bond inseparable. That way, if that interfering Spider tries to get rid of me, he'll fail," he replies wickedly.
"What?! That can't be possible. He will get rid of you, Venom. You don't belong here. Get out!" I almost scream towards the end.
Rejecting a symbiote is not nearly as easy as it sounds. I manage to get him on my arms and torso. Then I begin to try to rip him off of me. Each time I do rip a part off he pushes me closer and closer to the window.
I stop ripping and try to catch my breath, but before I can even start to inhale the glass shatters. Something roughly grabs me through the raining shards and carries me to the top of the building.
Shards of glass seem to litter my clothes and body. I feel a piece jabbing into my side and barely manage to pull it out. Then the person who caught me sort of drops me onto the cement and I get a good look at him, or her.
I honestly expected Spider-Man, but this is someone completely different. I'm not sure who he is, but he has a weird white costume that covers him from head to toe and has stitches littered throughout it. He also has claws that look like deformed razor blades.
"Who are you?" I ask while trying to stand up.
He tilts his head and seems to grin, or maybe that's just how the sown line looks from my angle.
"Didn't he tell you?" he asks and points towards my arm covered in Venom.
I stifle a gasp and realize that he must really be a she. My face turns a little red at the thought. I never would've thought she was girl. Her slim and flat body shape doesn't make it all that obvious.
"So you're her. Do you have a name?"
She giggles for a second and then replies, "You can call me Stitch."
"I'm-," I begin to introduce myself, but I am cut off by her.
"Harry Osborn and Venom, I know. It's a pleasure to meet both of you," she says in a taunting manner.
I spit back, "Okay. May I ask why you broke my window and brought me up here when you just could have knocked on the door?"
"You know, Harry, you probably would've turned me down at that point. Plus I noticed that you and Venom weren't getting along so well at the moment. Now why would that be?" she asks as if Venom were a person.
I roll my eyes at her stupid question then my arm starts to ache. Finally I notice that the glass shards buried in my skin are causing blood to get onto my new jacket. I try to pick a piece out, but I end up cutting my finger instead.
"Ouch," I mumble and stick my finger in my mouth.
Out of the blue Stitch carefully grabs my arm and skillfully uses her razor claws to dig out the glass shards embedded in my skin. Each shard dug out hurts more than the last, and I try not to vomit from looking at how torn up my arm is by the end.
"Let me see your jacket," she orders.
I sigh, take it off, and hand it to her reluctantly. She then uses it to wipe off the blood and then begins to dig out shards from my other arm. Once she finishes she tears the jacket in half and bandages up both of my arms.
"I would thank you, but you did this to me in the first place," I say with a small blush on my face. I'm not used to being bandaged up at this age.
"I'm not done yet. You still got some on your face," she replies.
Stitch digs out one shard from my cheek and another from just behind my brow. She lingers in front of my face for a while and lightly touches my face. I bat her hand away and avoid getting cut. I glare at her and she just giggles again.
"Sorry, it's not every day that I get to see someone as cute as you," she flirts.
My mind goes blank for a second. How could she just blurt that out? What the hell, I just met her. I take a couple steps away from her.
"Where did that come from?!" I ask a little outraged.
She holds back a laugh and shakes her head.
"Relax, Harry, I was talking to Venom," she jokes.
"Yeah right," I mumble. "So what do you want with me, or us?"
She smiles menacingly and replies, "I'm here to help you two bond, permanently."
I really do hope Stitch doesn't turn out to be one of those Mary Sue OCs. Please Review and let me know what you think of her so far. Should I make more of this?