Author's Note: Hey, guys! I'm back! With a new story from a completely new fandom—I am still working on the others, please don't worry. It's just...I saw Venom and I was inspired, so I decided to just go with it. Now, I should say that I am completely new to this fandom/ series. I have very little knowledge and background to the characters and plots (I hear there are a few different comic versions), so that goes without saying that this story is going to be quite AU.
The plot itself, along with how I interpret things, I suppose.
WARNING: This story is an AU and will contain Sym/Brock and some Eddie/Anne. There will be some violence, mentions of child/ domestic abuse, smut between different species. If any of this meets your disapproval, please turn back now! This story is probably not for you.
Other than that? Please enjoy!
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CHAPTER 1
He should head back now. It was getting late, he could tell by how the sky was darkening; the bright pinks, golds, and oranges now turning to dark purples, blues, and greys. He could see the millions of stars starting to spatter the sky, proving there was still light to be found in all that darkness but it was still scary! The dark was scary and he really should be heading back home now.
Mama would be calling him soon, anyway, and she would be angry if he didn't answer her the first time. She would tell his dad and his dad would probably ground him. Then he wouldn't get to go on their special, super duper, just-the-guys fishing trip that they had been planning since school had let out. It was the reason they had taken this small trip to the country in the first place. Well, one of them, as his mother liked to remind both his dad and himself.
Getting to his feet and dusting his shorts off—mama was going to make him take a bath tonight, he just knew it—he picked up the stick he had found and had been playing with all day, dragging it along in the dirt beside him as he recalled the other reasons.
One was for his birthday, which was actually back in May but school wasn't out until June, so they were going to have a late celebration. Another was because, according to mama, dad had been working too much and too hard the past few months that they hadn't seen much of him.
"We deserve a vacation! Some family time!" Mama had said.
He was just excited to leave the busy city of San Francisco behind for the wild National Parks of Northern California. There was to be camping and fishing and just spending time with mama and dad. Well, so far it had been just mama. Dad had some last minute thing to do then he was coming up to meet them!
Looking up at the sky, a small shiver went down his back when he noticed that it was only getting darker! He had to hurry! Setting off at a small run, he headed toward the small house they were staying at until flashing lights caught his attention. Tripping to a halt, he managed to catch himself from falling before frowning as he took in the police car parked in front of the house.
Oh, no! Had mama called the police on him? Was he too late? Had she been calling him and he hadn't heard her? Did she think he was lost? He could hear her angry voice now.
"Edward Charles Allan Brock! Where have you been!"
Heart starting a painful rhythm against the base of his throat, knowing he was going to be good and grounded now, he started once more toward the house. He could feel his eyes start to sting with disappointment. Maybe he could talk his away out of it though...maybe he could—maybe not, he decided, when he got close enough to see there were two police officers talking to mama. And mama was—she was crying.
He didn't understand it, but something inside him broke at that. The sight of his mother crying made him start crying, even though he didn't know why. Was she mad at him? Was he in trouble? She must of heard his sobs, because in that moment, her head shot up and her eyes widened at the sight of him.
"Eddie!" Her voice cracked as she stepped between the officers and came to him.
Suddenly feeling very small and scared, he lifted his arms out to her and allowed himself to be pulled into her warmth and safety when it was something he'd usually fight against lately. He had just turned 7 years old and he usually didn't want to be babied, but something was wrong.
"Mrs. Brock, why don't we go inside?"
He could feel his mama tense a little at the voice of one of the officers, before she gathered him securely into her arms and got to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her neck, tangling small hands into her hair as his legs tightened around her waist. He sniffled at the light kiss she pressed against his ear, resisting the urge to wipe it away as they moved into the small kitchen. He went with his mother's guidance when she moved his legs around so she could sit down on a dining chair.
He went with her movements again when she pulled him from her chest to look into his eyes, her hazel meeting his blue.
"Eddie, I—" her voice cracked once more as her words cut off, crying once again with silent sobs.
He could feel hot tears blind him before falling and burning his cheeks in wet trails in response. He had never seen his mama like this. Where was dad? Dad would know what to do!
"Ma'am, if you would like, we could—"
The officer who had started to speak, fell silent when mama shook her head with a stuttered gasp.
He watched her take a deep breath before warm hands found his face, cradling it gently, her eyes meeting his once more. Then she gave him the look. The one where he was supposed to listen to what she was telling him or he would be in trouble.
"Eddie, there...there was an a-accident and your dad—y-your dad was caught in it." She was firm and steady with her words, slow and gentle. He processed them slowly, his heart rate picking up when he started to understand. When she seemed to understand that he understood, she continued with, "He's on his way to the hospital now and we—"
She cut off when the radios the officers had went off, a woman's voice speaking over both with coded numbers and chirping beeps. He felt his heart clench when he saw his mama's face go white and one of the officers responded to the radio while the other slowly took his hat off, his head falling forward like he was looking down at his shoes.
"Ma'am, we're so sorry for your loss."
His mama then surprised him by hunching forward and crying—loudly. It struck a fear in him that he didn't understand. More so when he was forced to climb off of her lap while she cried and hunched in on herself, like she had forgotten he was there. He felt numb and his legs shook a little while his mind tried to understand what was happening.
A large, warm hand touching his shoulder startled him and he tried to flinch away, but he was caught in its larger grip as it steered him away from his mama and toward the open door. "Hey, bud. Why don't we come out here."
He let it guide him, not knowing what else to do. It was warm outside and smelled like rain. And dark, silent. Empty. He suddenly felt empty and he didn't know why. Everything was a confusing mass. And mama was crying, she couldn't explain it to him. And dad...dad was in an accident? Going to the hospital? But...
"I'm sorry you lost your daddy, kid. And at your age." The officer next to him spoke to him, giving his shoulder a painful squeeze.
And, oh. Then it clicked.
Dead.
His dad was dead.
He didn't understand much about this thing called death, not how it happened or why or when, but he did understand that it meant the dead thing was never coming back. It was gone, forever. Like his first goldfish, Turtle.
Wait—his dad was dead? His dad was...never coming back? But he had just talked to his dad that morning! And they were going on their special, super duper fishing trip tomorrow! And—
He felt his legs tremble and then he was falling. Before he could hit the ground, though, warm hands were catching him and helping him move to sit on a step that led up to the house.
"Whoa, bud! Let me get you something to drink." The officer who had been with him said, but he sounded far off. Like the TV people sometimes did when someone was trapped in a dream.
Was this a dream? Looking up when he felt something wet hit his knee, he saw that clouds had gathered over his house but farther out was still clear and stars could still be seen. Another wet drop hit his hand. Was his dad a star now? In heaven, right? Because he was dead now.
Blinking slowly, he tried to focus on the stars as a third drop hit his cheek. How would he know which one was his dad? Was his dad even a star yet? If not, when? And how would he know? Would his mama know? Maybe she—what was that?
He came back to himself a little as something bright caught his attention, growing brighter and brighter as it streaked across the sky. As it fell from the dark clouds, into the stars, and then down. Down to the ground where a bright light flashed and then went dark. He felt himself jump to his feet, eyes wide as his heart raced. What was—was that a star? A fallen star? He thought he had heard of those before, maybe. Wait—could it be...his dad?
He wanted to run forward, to see, but the sight of all that darkness out there scared him. But...what if it was his dad? His dad would protect him! He had just escaped heaven after all, he probably needed him! Scared, but mind made up, he took off into the darkness where he had seen the star fall and the flash of bright light.
"Dad!"
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Cold.
So cold, and dark.
Very dark.
Lonely.
Lonely, lonely!
And hungry.
So hungry.
Punishment.
Cold.
Forever, endless...no.
Warmth, now.
Gathering, a building warmth!
Is this dangerous?
More warmth, small light.
Building, more...dangerous!
Too warm, danger! Trapped!
Light! More light, light!
Follow...follow...less warmth.
Freedom! Free, endless freedom.
Air...poison. Too much.
Host.
Host.
Host! There! Small, but warm. Warm-blooded. Not perfect, but for now...it will do.
Warmth. Breathe. Hungry!
Wait, what is that?
"Dad...?"
Better. Better host! Want!
"Dad!"
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It was too dark out here! Maybe this wasn't a good idea. He could feel himself stumble over rocks and sticks, barely managing to catch himself.
"Dad...?"
It was around this area, right? It didn't seem like it had been too far off. The light had been pretty bright, so that meant that it was close, right? He wished he still had that light, so he could follow it easier. So he could find his dad easier. Maybe he just needed to call a little louder, so he could be heard?
"Dad!"
A small rustling was his reply, startling him as he turned to see what had caused it—only to trip over his own foot and fall down. A stick dug painfully into his knee, causing tears to build and a small hiss to escape from clenched teeth. He tried to look at his knee, but it couldn't be seen in all of the darkness. There was a little light from the moon, but the shadows that fell from the trees blocked most of it. Maybe he should just sit here and wait for his dad to find him.
More rustling had him tensing as he tried to see into the darkness.
"Da—"
The sudden scream of an animal in pain had him on his feet and running blindly, scared and desperate to find safety. Hearing something slithering behind him made his fear spike as he pushed himself to run faster.
"Mama! Mama, help! He—"
He suddenly lost his footing and then the ground all together. Time seemed to move slowly after that, or maybe his brain was just too slow to keep up. Before him there was a crater and inside was a small light, a fire that seemed to dying out. In that fire, inside the crater, there looked to be a small rock—a rock that had been shattered. And he was falling. He was free falling into it and he couldn't see his dad anywhere.
Until he felt something grab onto his leg. Then time seemed to speed up, faster than normal. Something was wrapping around his leg and moving. Moving up, over his body, around him. Grabbing him, holding tightly, then sinking. Then darkness.
He fell into the darkness and let it take him away.
Because of this, he was able to miss the feeling of impact, miss the way his small body broke in three different places. Miss the way the that the darkness that he was so afraid of was the thing that had saved him.
Hurt.
Broken.
But good, still good.
Let us sleep and heal for now...Eddie.
-Chapter 1 End-
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Author's Note 2: Okay, so there we have the first chapter! It's a little short, but it wasn't meant to be long. Kind of an introduction, I suppose. Now, I am not really sure how long this story is going to be. Probably not more than 10 chapters. I don't really have it planned out, chapter-wise, just a basic outline of the story.
So, again, AU. I've read that Eddie's mother died while he was young and he was raised by a cold father. Originally I was going to write the story that way, before I even knew this background tid bit, but then I re-watched Venom and movie!Eddie made a comment about how his mom had said he was a catch, I decided that I wanted her to raise him.
I also took the liberty to make Eddie's birthday in May. I tried to look it up, but couldn't find much info. Apparently he made his first intro in the comics in Sept 1986, but then got his own story, or whatever, May 1988. So, he's born in May—like me!
Also, in this story, I decided to make Eddie a dirty blond, kind of play between his blond comic character and Tom Hardy's brunet. I will be going more for the movie version look body and style-wise as well.
Anyway, please leave a review (even if it's small or one word!) to let me know what you think! And I will get started on chapter 2!