blah blah blah, legal crap, i dont own spider-man, carnage, or any other characters except for Chaos. my one and only symbiote. blah blah blah the others belong to marvel and crap. so dont call me wanting an action figure.
Midnight Party
The warm summer breeze blew from the south this time of year. The busy hustle of New York died down as the night drew closer. While some people were preparing for slumber, others were just waking up. These were the night people. The punk rocker gangs, the homeless wanderers, the deranged, maniacal, homicidal murderers. Tonight was unlike many other nights because a mass murderer/ serial killer had escaped from Ravencroft prison a few nights earlier. The whole city felt uneasy as it tried to go about its normal ways. The businessmen kept going to the office, the newspapers still reported, and even the All-American police force still visited the local doughnut shop.
Of all these people, no one was aware of the danger in the city. Something was about to go horribly wrong. In the darkest part of town something sinister was about to happen. A tall, skinny, redheaded man was busy relieving himself behind a Dumpster down a dark alley when he heard the unfamiliar sound of laughter. A small group of young rebel punks were making their way down the street. The putrid smell of urine still lingered in the red head's nose as he backed into the shadows, intently listening to the youth's conversation.
"This party is gonna be awesome, ima get tweaked like a dog at this one", a purple haired boy said, slapping his spiked haired friend in the back. "Man, get the hell off me", the boy said in response. A young girl, with a nose ring, earrings, and countless other holes in her body said, "you two cut it out, we're already late for the party cuz you two keep clownin around. Now lets hurry, I don't want to miss the fun".
This small bit of information intrigued the figure hovering in the darkness. The skinny man slinked out of the shadows in front of the fearless teens. "Where you headed this time of night?", he asked, startling the youths for a brief moment. "Who the hell are you, jumping out in front of us like this. I oughta cut you up for that. Matter of fact, I think I will anyway", the spike haired boy said, pulling out a switchblade.
The silhouette of the lanky man never moved. He didn't even flinch. In a menacing laugh he said," the first time, I was being polite; I'll ask you again. Where you headed?" "Why the hell should you care", the boy said as he launched himself toward the man. The man threw up his hand and caught the boy in the face. The towering red head held the boy's face in his palm. The boy went frantic. He slashed at the figure with the blade, catching him in the wrist. The hand let go.
The boy lurched back to the safety of his friends. The man held his bleeding wrist up to the trio to show them the blood. The boy smiled at his deed. Then, at his astonishment, the man also smiled. His white teeth turning red with blood. The red drops slithered down the man's arm, engulfing it. He let out a blood-curdling laugh as the youths stepped back. The red liquid started swirling around the man's body. The blood mixed itself with the darkness of the night, making the scene more disgusting. His short, bitten nails grew to 12-in. claws with razor sharp edges. His blood seemed to drip to the ground and then get absorbed by the mass all over again. The teens watched as the man's blood stained teeth grew into long black needle like daggers. The man's green eyes were covered in the red symbiote that was engulfing his body. His flaring red hair was the last that the youths saw of the human. In his place stood a tower of swirling mass, with 9 in. long, jagged black teeth, and two large, white, buglike eyes glaring back at them. Carnage was unleashed.
The girl let out a scream just before two jagged tentacles launched from the mass and caught her around her neck, cutting the cry in half. Red liquid shot out of her throat into the air, raining Carnage with the life-giving substance. Another tendril lashed out of Carnage's chest and rammed into the spike haired boy's stomach. His mouth coughed one last time before being drowned by his own fluids. The boy's warm blood comforted Carnage. It swam down his arm and dripped to the ground in puddles, mixing with his own symbiotic substance. Carnage could hear every little drop, and it pulsated inside him, making him thirst for more.
The purple headed youth turned to run but was caught off guard when something latched itself around his legs. He was lifted off the ground, nine feet into the air. As he spun there, he saw the crumpled bodies of his friends lying in pools of blood. The tendrils around his legs wretched him forward and put him inches from the horrid smell of the madman's breath. "If you tell me what I want to know, I might let you live. Now where are you headed?", the towering mass howled in an alien like scream. The boy squirmed but could not free himself. He finally surrendered to the beast. There was no use in fighting. "The party at C.J.'s place. On the corner of First and West Main st.", the boy cried, as the tendrils dug into his legs. He couldn't move. He was too scared to even wet his pants. "Now was that so hard?", Carnage said as he dropped the boy and turned away. In a sudden surge of bravery the boy pulled out a 9 mm. and aimed it at the demon's back. Ten razor sharp spears shot out of Carnage's spine and sliced the youth to pieces. His remnants flew in different directions as Carnage softly giggled to himself. " I would have done that anyway", Carnage chuckled to himself as the blood red symbiote around him retreated back inside his body. This left only the frail man known as Cletus Kassidy alone on the street, walking toward West Main. " This could be some fun", he thought," I haven't tasted blood in awhile, maybe a party would do me some good," and his face grinned as he continued walking.