Symbiote
By Tai Wilson
Chapter 1-Spawn
The sirens were blasting so loud that Steve could barley hear the police shouting at him as he ran. He was a young man, twenty something, with a goatee and was wearing black pants, a dark blue shirt, and a black jacket. This would be the 2nd bank robbery and 9th car he'd stolen this week, if he made it out.
"NYPD! Stop the car!" Steve heard the officer shout through the microphone that was attached to a speaker on top of the cop car.
Suddenly, something silvery, which looked like a liquid of some sort, pored onto the road. When the car that Steve was driving ran over it, it stopped instantly. The car stopped so fast that Steve went flying through the windshield. He had landed in the same stuff that the car was stuck in. He tried to move, but couldn't. Suddenly more of the 'stuff' pored onto Steve. It covered his whole body, except for his head, but his mouth was covered in it also, so that he couldn't talk. What he was wrapped in was very sticky, and looked like silver rope.
Then a cop appeared above him. He knew there was no way out of it this time. He was caught.
A few minutes later an ambulance arrived and freed Steve from the sticky rope that was tied around him. They then brought him to a nearby hospital because of the injures he had received when he went crashing through the car window.
A few hours later Steve woke up to find himself in a hospital bed. As he looked around he saw someone lying next to him in another bed. He was huge, built like a football player, and he was wrapped entirely in bandages. When Steve asked a nurse what had happened to him, he found out that the man had been burned badly somehow, but was ready to leave tomorrow night, the same night Steve was going to leave the hospital.
The next day when Steve woke up, he look over to the bed that the other man was in and noticed that his bandages were now off him. He still looked like a football player, even without the bandages. He had blond hair and a face that told Steve the guy was probably also going to jail.
The next time a nurse came over to check on Steve, he asked her if she knew who the man lying next to him was. She said it was someone called Eddie Brock. For some reason that sounded familiar to Steve. Then as he was looking through the 'Daily Bugle' newspaper and he saw the same name, Eddie Brock.
That afternoon, four police officers came into Steve and Eddie's room. One of them asked Steve to get up, and then two of the officers walked him out of the hospital. As he looked back, Steve saw the two other officers put Eddie into a wheelchair and push him after Steve and the other officers, onto an armored van, to take them to the jail.
As they rode, and while they where in jail, surprisingly, they were both in the same jail cell, they talked about how they got into jail, and, Eddie even shared a few things he knew about Spider-Man.
"Wow!" Steve said as he listened. "So you mean that some skinny little guy, is Spider-Man?"
"Yep." Eddie said.
"But, how did you find out?"
"Well," Eddie began.
But just then there was a loud explosion from the front of the jail, and a few minutes later the door that separated the cells and the front of the jail burst open, and something that looked like a black puddle oozed out and into Steve and Eddie's cell. Quickly Eddie stepped into the puddle and it began to wrap around him, soon Eddie was gone, and what Steve saw standing in his place was, "Venom!" Steve yelled as he tried to get out of the cell. Then Venom walked over to the cell door and ripped it open, then ran out of the jail, but not before shooting webbing onto all the other cell doors and ripping them off too. As Steve ran he splashed through a puddle, when he looked down he saw red on his pants. He figured it was just blood and kept running.
When Steve finally got home, he locked all of the ten locks on his door, pulled off his jacket and stained jeans, figuring he would wash them the next day, and went to sleep.
That night, Steve thought about what Eddie Brock had said. And then he realized something, it was Spider-Man who had stopped him the other night! It was Spider-Man's fault he had gotten put into jail! It was Spider-Man's fault that he was now wanted by the cops!
As rage filled inside Steve, he felt something wet crawling up his leg, but he just ignored it. Soon it was around both legs. Then it was up to his waist. Now it had covered everything but his head, and was still crawling up his neck, onto his chin. Steve suddenly stopped planning how he was going to destroy Spider-Man and noticed that he was now covered in something wet. He tore off the covers and saw something that almost made him yell.
Chapter 2-The Suit
When Steve looked into his full-length mirror, he couldn't believe what he saw. He was covered in a suit that was red with a black symbol of a spider on the chest and back, and then black, red and light red streaks here and there all over the suit. Then on the mask, were two huge black oval shapes where his eyes were, and on the back of the hands of the gloves were two black rectangles for some reason.
Suddenly, there were three loud knocks on Steve's apartment door.
"Who is it?" Steve asked. He was very surprised when he heard his voice. It sounded like that Venom guy's voice, only not a deep.
"NYPD! Open up!" Steve heard from the other side of the door.
Quickly he tried to think of a way out, when the police burst down the door.
"Freeze!" The officer said. Then Steve felt something on his left arm. He looked over and saw that a part of the suit had come out in a tentacle like fashion. Then the tentacle shot out toward the officer and hit him in the face. The cop fell backward onto the floor, unconscious, and blood coming from the forehead.
"Get your hands in the air!" Shouted another officer as he pulled out his gun and fired three shots.
Quickly, without thinking, Steve jumped out of his window. His 13th floor window. As he fell he tried to think of how he was going to get out of his situation. Then, suddenly, a rope of some sort shot out of the black rectangle that was on the back of his hand. Quickly the rope stuck onto the side of a building, and Steve felt a slight jerk as he began to swing. Then the same thing happened on the other hand and Steve began to pick up speed as the same thing happened again and again. Soon Steve was swinging all over the city.
After a while of swinging, he decided to stop, so he headed for the top of a nearby building. Unfortunately, he didn't make to the top. He ran into the wall and began to fall again. Hoping that there was a brick sticking out, or anything else he could grab hold of, Steve began clawing at the wall, when he stopped falling. He looked to see what he wade grabbed onto, when he noticed that the building was completely smooth. He was somehow sticking to the wall. Slowly, he raised his hand off the wall. Nothing happened. He was still sticking to the wall. He then put his hand back down on the wall and pulled himself up the wall until he had reached the top of the building. Then he saw something swing past him. 'Venom.' He thought.
Then Steve jumped off the building and began to follow him.
Chapter 3-Training
Venom had just now gotten home from some web swinging and was now letting his suit turn into a pair of jeans and a shirt, revealing Eddie Brock's head.
'Home at last!' Eddie thought. Then, for some reason, he stopped in the middle of the room. Suddenly his Symbiote costume wrapped around him again as he spun around and shot out a line of webbing once he stopped. Then he yanked the line back toward him, pulling Steve out of the shadows.
"What are you doing here?" Venom asked.
"What did you do to me?" Steve demanded.
"We didn't do anything to you! You did it to yourself!"
"I didn't do this to myself!" He said pulling at the suit that was covering his body.
"We don't know how that came to be, but we didn't bring it to you!"
"Yes you did!" Steve said without any control of what he was saying and in a voice that was more like Carnage or Venom's than his. "We are the spawn of your Symbiote side!"
"So why are you telling us this?" Eddie asked, now out of his costume.
"I need your help!" Steve said, now in control of his voice again. "Train me to control my suit, to use it to my benefit!"
"Well," Eddie said, thinking. "O.K. Come back here tomorrow night."
"Thanks." Steve said, and then he jumped out the window.
"Tomorrow night's going to very, very, long." Eddie said as he climbed into bed and went to sleep.
The next day, Steve swung over to Eddie's apartment to learn how to control his suit.
"Now," Eddie said. "The first thing you need to know is how to turn your suit into clothes." Then Eddie's clothes turned into a tuxedo, a jumpsuit, and a real looking cop uniform, before going back to the sweat suit that he was wearing before.
"Wow," Steve said. "How did you do that?"
"Well, actually, it's really easy. All you have to do is just think of what suit you want to wear, and, BAM! You're wearing it!"
"O.K." Steve said. Thin he thought real hard, and a second later, he was wearing a black cap, a red shirt, a black jacket, and red baggy cargo pants.
"This is great!" Steve said, glade to finally be able to smell fresh air again.
"Now," Eddie said, pulling a few cinder blocks out of his closet. "Let's practice letting your suit do most of the fighting."
"How do I do that?" Steve asked, letting his suit wrap back around him.
"Well, I think you've already done it once."
Thinking, Steve figured that Eddie was right.
"Still, I don't know how to do it."
"Well, before, it happened because you were mad, desperate, and in trouble, but now, you'll just be doing it because you want to. So, just imagine those cinder blocks as, oh, I don't know, Spider-Man?"
Just at the word, a tentacle appeared out of Steve's left arm.
"That's it! Just imagine as anything you want to turn to dust as Spidey!"
"I'll try." Steve said.
Concentrating, several tentacles appeared out of Steve's arms, and then they began to hit the cinder block with extreme force before the cinder blocks crumbled to the ground.
"Wow." Steve said.
"Exactly." Eddie said. "And I think you already know how to use your webbing."
Steve then shot a string of webbing at the ceiling and then quickly pulled himself up to and stood strait up on the ceiling.
"And you can stick to things too. Great."
After that Eddie taught Steve how to make himself blend completely in with his backgrounds, turning him virtually invisible, and he taught him how to use his suit to make himself look like someone else.
"Now all you need is a name." Eddie said once they were done.
A name?" Steve said.
"Ya, so that people don't know who you are."
"Oh, O.K. How about 'The Raptor'?
"Whatever." Eddie said. "Well, I think that's all I can teach you right now. If you need anything else, just come on over."
"Thanks." Steve said. Then he opened the window and jumped out.
Chapter 4-The Raptor Arrives
A few hours later, Peter Parker was just getting up.
'What time is it?' Peter thought to himself as he looked at his clock radio. '6:00? Why am I up so early?' Then he figured out why. Something was banging on his apartment room door.
Quickly he put on some jeans and headed for the door. Before he could open the door, it burst down!
There, standing in the doorway was, Venom!
"Morning, Parker!" Venom yelled as he grabbed Peter by the neck and dragged him over to a window. Then he ripped the window out and pushed Peter through the hole, still holding onto his neck.
"Say hi to your uncle for me, Parker!" Venom Shouted as he let go of Peter's neck and began to laugh the most evil laugh Peter had ever heard. Peter was falling… falling… falling… Then he looked down and noticed that he had his old Symbiote suit on. He was still falling.
Finally, he reached the ground, and landed in his bed. He was safe back in his room, Symbiote free.
There was still banging coming from his door. Quickly he put on some jeans and went to answer the door, prepared for the worst.
When he opened the door, he found, not Venom, but a young man around Peter's age, with a goatee, and wearing a black cap, a red shirt, a black jacket, and red baggy, cargo pants.
"Can I help you?" Peter asked the man.
"Ya," said the man. "I just moved in across the hall and I need some help with some of my furniture. Can ya lend a hand?"
"Sure." Peter said as he stepped outside.
"Thanks. The name's Steve, Steve Hansonburg."
"Peter."
"Peter, huh? What's your last name?"
"Parker. I sell pictures to the 'Daily Bugle'. What do you do?"
"Did you say Parker? Peter Parker?" Steve asked excitedly.
"Ya. Why?"
"Oh, no reason."
'Wow!' Steve thought. 'I found him!'
"I work for the 'Daily Bugle'. How about you?" Peter asked again.
"Me? I just moved here! Do you really think I could get a job that fast?" Steve said.
"Ya, I guess your right." Peter said with a little laugh "Say, have you ever heard of that guy named Spider-Man?"
"Spider-Man? Ya, I've heard of him. He's a maniac! Always leaving that webbing everywhere, swinging around as he pleases, scaring everyone who sees him, and then there are those two guys who dress like him, Venom and Carnage, and now I hear there's another one of those guys out there. Calls himself The Raptor."
"Well, he's not that bad, I mean- wait a second. What'd you say? Who's The Raptor?" Peter said, just realizing what Steve had said.
"He's a new guy, just got here last night. Robbed a bank this morning around 2:00 AM."
"Really? Um… I just remembered I have a dentist appointment. I've got to go."
Then Peter quickly turned and went back inside closing the door behind him.
"I've got him now." Steve said as he easily lifted his furniture and quickly put it into his new apartment and then walking inside closing the door behind him before letting his suit wrap around him and climbing out his skylight window and taking a running jump off of his building.
A few minutes earlier, Peter Parker had just stepped back into his apartment. Quickly, he put on his Spider-Man suit and climbed out his window, before swinging off toward the New York bank.
Spider-Man arrived at the bank 15 minutes later.
"What happened here?" he asked.
"We don't exactly know yet," a police officer said. "We just finished putting out the fire."
Spider-Man looked at the bank. There was a huge hole where the door should have been, bits of fire still dancing on the floor.
"Hey Chief!" shouted one of the cops. "I think you better come take a look at this!"
"What is it, John?" The officer asked once he and Spider-Man had walked over to where the other cop was.
Spider-Man looked over and saw that the giant safe in the back of the bank had huge dents all over it.
"What do you think did this?" Asked the officer.
"I don't know sir. A jackhammer?"
"How could anyone get a jackhammer in here with out waking everyone up? Think John."
"Sorry sir."
"There are dents like these all over the place!" Spider-Man said, looking around.
Sure enough, there were holes and dents all over the bank.
"Do you think what ever did this was the same thing that blew open the front door?" John asked.
"No." said the officer. "What ever did that was probably a bomb of some sort."
"How could it be a bomb?" Spider-Man said. "It would have woken everyone up!"
"Maybe it was one of those new sonic guns."
"Even those make noise. Very loud noise."
Then Spider-Man remembered what that guy across the hall had said, about the new Symbiote, The Raptor. Then he thought what would happen if some of the suit had been left behind in the bank.
"Everyone out of here! Now!" Spider-Man said as he began to push police officers, fire fighters, and news reporters out of and away from the bank.
Once everyone was gone, Spider man called Richard Reed, a.k.a. Mr. Fantastic, and the both of them searched the bank for any traces of a Symbiote.
"Do you see any thing, Spider-Man?" Mr. Fantastic asked as they walked through the rubble.
"Nothing yet." Spider-Man said.
Just then, Spider-Man uttered a low-pitched, "Ah!" and grabbed his leg.
"What happened?" Mr. Fantastic asked as he quickly turned around.
"Nothing." Spider-Man said. "I just got a little cut on my leg from a piece of glass."
"Oh, O.K." Then Mr. Fantastic stretched over to Spider-Man, who was on the other side of the bank lobby, and handed him a cloth.
"Thanks." Spider-Man said once he was done and they had continued their search.
After a few hours, Spider-Man announced that it was all right for every one to go back inside the building, and hundreds of news reporters, police officers, and bank employees piled into the bank.
That night, Peter Parker, before going to bed threw his suit into the washer. The next morning he woke up and walked over to the washer to put his clothes in to the dryer. When he opened the lid, he found most, if not all, of his clothes had a bit of a red ting in them.
"Dang it!" Peter shouted out loud. Did I put a red towel in with the whites again?" Then he noticed that this wasn't the whites load, it was the darks load, along with his suit.
"What the heck?" Then he noticed something even worse. All most all of his clothes were in there! All of his other clothes were dirty! These were all he had left to wear! Even his boxers were stained!
By the time work was over Peter was thinking about becoming a postman. Everyone in the Daily Bugle had laughed at him! Even the new guy, Steve Hansonburg, who was the same person from across the hall, had laughed at him! And he was dressed just as weird as Peter! But then Peter realized something he hadn't before. Steve's laugh wasn't a mocking laugh like everyone else's. It was an evil laugh, the same laugh he had had in his dream, which he had been having every night since Steve moved in.
Later that night Peter had just gotten home and was going to go web slinging, when suddenly, a great deal of pain struck his leg. He looked down and noticed there was something red on his leg. He pulled up his jeans to get a better look and noticed it was blood. Quickly he limped over to the bathroom and began to dab the cut with a towel when something happened. The blood suddenly started to swirl. Then he saw something black mix with the blood. After about a second and a half of swirling with the black liquid, both it and Peter's blood went back into to his leg before just blood started to slowly and barley come out. After wrapping a bandage around his leg so tightly it was cutting off his circulation, Peter made an appointment with his doctor for the next morning and laid down in his bed to try and sleep.
Chapter 5-Trouble Brewing
That night, Peter woke up startled. He had had another nightmare. Slowly he got up and walked over to the window. He noticed it was open slightly. He opened it all the way and let the cold night air wash over him. Then, for some reason, he looked up at the ceiling. He thought he saw something moving on it in the shadows, but figured he was probably just seeing things. Quickly he went over to his bed and laid back down.
Once Peter was asleep, Steve silently lowered himself down from the ceiling.
'That was close.' Steve thought. 'Better make this quick.'
Then, soundlessly, he walked over to Peter's closet and opened the door. Two seconds later he found Peter's clothes hamper. Quickly, part of Steve's suit jumped off him and into the clothes pile. A few seconds later it came out, thicker that when it left. Then the Symbiote jumped back onto Steve as he walked toward Peter's bed.
'If he won't accept it,' Steve thought. 'I'll make him!'
Then the part of the Symbiote that was on the clothes jumped off Steve and onto Peter's bed. Slowly it crawled up Peter's leg, dissolving his clothes as it went. Soon it was up to Peter's waist, and it was turning black, turning back into Peter's old Symbiote suit! In two minutes it had completely covered Peter's body and looked like his old suit.
'Are you ready?' Steve thought. Then from somewhere inside his head he heard, 'We are ready.'
'Then let's go.' Steve thought as he jumped out the window. Then Peter's Symbiote suit, holding tightly to Peter's body, lifted Peter up and out the window. At first the suit couldn't completely control Peter's body and just fell out the window, but then it regained control and shot out a line of webbing. Soon, Peter, unknowingly, was swinging and crawling all over New York City.
The next day, when Peter woke up, he was exhausted. Slowly he crawled over to the phone and called the Daily Bugle to tell J. Jonah Jameson, the paper's owner and chief editor, that he would not be able to come in today.
"What do you mean you be able to bring in any pictures today?" Jameson yelled into the phone.
"I think I have a cold or something, Mr. Jameson." Peter said.
"I don't care what you have! Get out and take some pictures NOW!"
Peter heard a loud 'CLICK!' as Jameson hung up the phone.
'Well,' Peter thought. 'Guess I'll have to cancel my appointment.'
On the other side of town there was another bank robbery in progress.
"You think you can stop us?" The Raptor yelled, taunting the police who had managed to get to the bank before he had a chance to leave. "Come on!" One of the officers fired his gun at The Raptor, but he dodged it easily. "Try again!"
"Where's that SWAT team?" One of the officers demanded.
"They're still coming, sir." Another cop said.
"Well, tell them to hurry up! And get Spider-Man over here!"
A minute later, the SWAT team arrived and surrounded Raptor.
"Don't move." An officer said from a helicopter that was above The Raptor.
"No," The Raptor shouted at the helicopter. "You don't move!" Then hundreds of tentacles shot out of his back and grabbed the helicopter, pulling it down.
"Mayday! Mayday! We're going down!" shouted the pilot as the copter slowly crashed to the ground. Quickly, everyone that was in the copter jumped out and began to run for the streets, away from the impact zone.
As police officers and the SWAT team tried to look through the smoke and flames, Raptor grabbed the bag of webbing he had made to hold the money he had stolen and jumped into the air, clear over the smoke and flames, and landed behind the cops.
'This is going to be great!' Raptor thought as his suit turned into Spider-Man's red and blue suit. Then he shot out a line of webbing and pulled one of the police officer's guns right out of his hand, before kicking another in the back of the head and then wrapping most of the SWAT team in webbing.
"Wouldn't want you to actually catch him, now do we?" Raptor said, trying his best to make his voice sound like Spidey's.
"Spider-Man! Why?" one of the police officers said, before falling to the ground.
Then all of the police officers and SWAT team members that were left turned around and opened fire. Quickly The Raptor jumped into the air and swung off into the night.
A few minutes later, once everyone was finally freed of what they believed was Spider-Man's webbing. The cops and the SWAT team were getting ready to trade places with the fire department, so that the fire from the bank and the helicopter could be put out. Then the real Spider-Man came swinging down from the sky and landed behind everyone, again.
"What happened here?" Spider-Man asked.
"Who are you?" asked one of the cops without turning around.
"I'm Spider-Man!"
"Spider-Man? Here he is! Fire at will!"
Then every cop there turned around and started shooting at Spider-Man.
"Not again! What'd I do this time?" Spider-Man yelled as he jump out of the way of the hundreds of bullets heading for him.
Once Spidey had managed to lose the cops and he headed strait for his apartment. Once he was home, Peter started to change his clothes when he noticed a slight bruise on his arm. Then, when he was getting ready to put his suit into the washer he felt something hard. He was searching through the suit when he found it on his shirt. It was a bullet.
"What the heck?" Peter said once he found the bullet. "I know I have spider-like-powers, but I don't have bulletproof skin! How the heck did this happen?"
Just then the phone began to ring. Peter quickly shot a line of webbing at it and pulled it over to him.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Hey, Tiger, how's it going?" Peter heard from the other line. It was his wife, Mary Jane.
"Hi, honey." Peter said. How's your trip going?"
Mary Jane had gone on a two weeklong trip to Hawaii for a photo shoot.
"Fine. How's everything going there?"
"The usual. Someone framed me again."
"That's too bad. Want me to make you another costume while I'm gone?"
"No thanks. I think I can make one."
"O.K. Well, I have to go. Love ya."
"Love you too, bye."
Once Peter had hung up the phone, he started to take off his web shooters, when he noticed he already had.
"What the heck?" Peter said as he looked down at his hands. "What's happening to me?"
A few hours later, Peter had given up looking through his closet for another costume and decided to just put it off until later and watch some T.V. When Peter turned on the T.V., the first thing he saw was a huge fire.
"What happened now?" Peter said to himself.
"And although the case of the fire here at Central Park is still unknown," a reporter on the T.V. said. "Firefighters are sure of one thing, the- Whoa!" Just then, Peter saw something swing past the screen. "Fred? What was that?" the reporter demanded. Suddenly, something red grabbed the reporter and threw him five feet to the left.
"No time to think up a new costume now." Peter said to himself as he pulled off his sweat pants, but on some blue jeans and a white button down shirt. "This will just have to do." Then he put on a brown jacket along with his Spider-Man mask and gloves.
Then Peter took a running start at his window and jumped out, firing a line of webbing as he fell. With out his web shooters.
Chapter 6-Pummeling
When the 'new' Spider-Man arrived at the scene of the fire, the damage was still being done.
"Raptor!" Spidey said. "I should have known it was you!"
"It's not just me, Parker." The Raptor said.
"How do you know my name?" Spider-Man demanded.
"I wouldn't say that so loud if I where you, Parker." The Raptor said, pointing to the spot where the news reporter had once stood. There, on the ground was, the camera. And it was still rolling.
"Ya, watch yourself, Parker." This voice was deeper, and behind Peter. Then he was struck in the back with enough force to smash a brick wall. Peter went flying across the park and hit a tree, almost knocking it over. Then Peter looked up to see Venom standing above him.
"Let me give ya a hand." Venom said as he grabbed Peter and tossed him into the tree, breaking every branch in his way, until he hit the second to top branch, where he hung by his jacket.
But it wasn't over yet. There was someone waiting for him.
"Howdy, Pete!" It was Carnage.
"Oh no." Peter mumbled through a mouth full of broken teeth. Quickly Carnage grabbed Peter and threw him ten feet into the air, where a line of webbing, shot by Venom, struck him and was pulled down toward the ground, faster than gravity.
"Admit it, Parker, you're finished." Venom said once Peter had landed.
Then Peter turned around just in time to see one of Carnage's axes hit him in the chest, and then again in the back by The Raptor, who apparently had learned to do the same thing.
"Give up yet?" The Raptor asked, pushing Peter into his stomach.
"NEVER!" Peter yelled. He then, somehow did a back flip without getting up, and landed six feet back.
"How'd he do that?" Venom asked Raptor.
"I have no idea." The Raptor said.
"How much of the suit did you give him?"
"All of it."
"This won't be good."
Then Peter did another back flip, this time into the trees and kicked Carnage in the jaw.
"What do you say we run?" Venom asked.
"Good with me." The Raptor said.
Then Carnage landed on Venom, knocking him to the ground.
"Ah!" The Raptor yelled as he took a step back. "H- how did you do that?!"
Then Peter jumped back onto the ground. His blood was pounding, mixing with the unseen Symbiote inside him.
"This can't be happening!"
By now, Peter's makeshift Spidey costume was in shreds, and The Raptor, and everyone that was watching the news, could see his face clearly.
"Why won't you die?" The Raptor yelled as hundreds of tentacles burst out all over him and headed strait for Peter.
Peter quickly began sprinting all over Central Park, jumping over benches and tree stumps, dodging the tentacles.
Finally, after about five minutes of this, one of the tentacles hit Peter right in the face. Then one hit him in the ankle, tripping him. Quickly, Peter put his hands up, trying to cover his face as hundreds of tentacles pummeled him until he could barley move.
"Do you give up?" The Raptor was standing over Peter, with his mask off.
"You!" Peter managed to say.
"Do you give up?" The Raptor asked again. He had the most evil grin Peter had ever seen. Slowly, Peter opened his mouth. Steve's eyes grew wide with excitement. "Y- y- yes." Peter whispered before his head fell to the ground and he passed out.
Chapter 7-Total Symbiosis
Not even a minute after Peter passed out, he woke up because of a great pain, starting in his head and moving through his whole body.
Once it was over, he looked down and screamed. He was covered in his old Symbiote suit.
"Welcome." Said a voice from somewhere.
Peter looked up to see Venom, Carnage, and The Raptor standing around him.
"You're one of use, now." Venom said, sticking out a hand for Peter.
For some reason, even though inside Peter wanted to rip Venom's whole arm off, he put out his hand too.
Once Peter was up, The Raptor said, "So, do you have a name?"
"A name?" Peter repeated. "Well, what about, 'Venom-X'?"
Everyone looked at him, before saying, "Whatever."
Then Peter remembered something. Quickly, he shot out a line of webbing and hit the still rolling T.V. camera. He then pulled the camera toward him, and kicked it, once it was close enough, shattering it to pieces.
Somewhere on the outskirts of New York City, A teenager, somewhere around the age of seventeen, named Chris MacIntire had just seen the whole thing, and was going to change it.
The End.
(Or is it?!?)