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Summary: To do a retelling of Venom I must introduce Peter Parker to the black suit. If you're not familiar with Spider-man's black suit days. Then I hope this multi-chapter series will help you to enjoy it.
Note: Set in the Ultimate Spider-Man Universe
Symbiote
Upstate New York
13,000 years ago
The land was a frozen tundra with the howl of the wind as the only sound that can be heard throughout the land.
A lone hunter roamed the land looking for meat, his moccasins scraping across the ice. He came to rest at a snow drift, he was tired and he would hunt again when the sun came up.
As he slept, a light appeared in the sky. It was getting larger and larger. Now it was lighting up the entire sky. But the hunter was still asleep, blissfully unaware as to what was happening.
The star entered the atmosphere and created a shrill noise as it skirted the sky. Despite the noise, he didn't even bat an eye.
Now the light was getting brighter, so bright that it would blind anyone who had looked at it.
Then it happened. A large explosion of dirt and ice went up into the air. It startled the hunter who picked up his weapon and looked for who disturbed his slumber. He noticed a smoking hole in the ground, nearby. While he was afraid, he a sudden curiosity as to what was there.
He approached the crater with his weapon ready to attack what ever was there. What he was very odd to him. It was strange and yet looked enticing.
It was a pool of black liquid. That seemed to reflect the night's sky, the hunter came closer and saw his reflection. He flinched and began to attack the liquid with his weapon.
As he bashed the substance, it began to ripple with activity.
Just then a tendril shot from the pool and grabbed the hunter's weapon.
He was shocked he didn't know what this was. But he had to get away before it attacked him.
The hunter started to run but sudden;y something grabbed him and pulled him to the ground. He screamed in horror as a black tendril was wrapped around his leg and pulled him towards the crater.
He screamed at the top of lungs not sure of there was anyone around. But when he reached the crater, the last thing the hunter saw was two white eyes and mouth that had endless rows of teeth.
The hunter gave out the most feral scream he had given in his life.
So did the pool of liquid.
Upstate New York
Present Day
"Now you see class, this trail was used by the Continental armies during the Revolutionary War. Such as the battle at Saratoga."
Those were the words of History teacher Gary Newland. He had brought his class from Mid-Town high in New York City to see history first hand.
Included in this group of thirty-five students was Peter Parker who as his Aunt's urging went on his trip. It was difficult for him to get time off from his job at the Daily Bugle. Although it wasn't a total loss, Mary Jane was with him.
"Isn't something class than right here, just about 230 that this was one many battles that were waged for the livelihood of this nation."
While several students listened attentively, there were the usual few that made snide cracks about what the teacher said and the others who were just bored out of their minds. Peter Parker put himself in that third group. No matter how interesting Newland tried to make his discussions. Peter was bored out of his mind.
"This is something, Peter." Mary Jane said to him
"What the fact we had a bunch of guys wearing red and blue shooting at each other?"
"No, the foliage, I never thought in a state like New York you would have so much wilderness.
"Well it's not all hot dog carts and porn theaters."
Mary Jane chuckled, she had to hand it to Peter for adding a little bit of humor to anything.
"Now class I want you to follow me to this section of the forest." Newland instructed his students.
As they went deeper into the woods. Newland continued to talk.
"This part of the forest was known to have colonists hide and set traps for the British troops."
"What kind of traps?" One of the students asked
"Oh stuff like from Indiana Jones movies. It wasn't all powdered wigs and boring speeches. There was a lot of action here and History if full of that class."
"Yeah he's full of something." One of the slacker students quipped.
Newland heard what the student said but he continued on teaching.
While looking at the plants and trees, Mary Jane noticed a strange flower coming out of the ground. It was a dark blue almost black and it seemed to take in the light around it.
"Look at that Peter."
"What?" He turned to look at the flower. "Oh, interesting."
"Isn't that pretty?"
"Sure, I guess."
Peter looked over and noticed a patch of them a few feet behind the lone flower. He began to walk towards them.
"Hey look at that there's a patch. . ."
Suddenly he heard what sounded like branches snapping and the ground below Peter gave out. He dropped several feet and gave a dull thud when he landed.
"PETER!" Mary Jane screamed. "Are you okay?" She yelled out
Peter felt stunned by the fall although it didn't seem like anything was broken. He heard the sounds of people rushing towards him. While he could just climb out of the hole by sticking to the walls. That would cause a few too many questions for him to ask.
"I'm fine, Mary Jane." Peter called back. He checked himself for injuries and found none. Although he noticed his left palm covered in some black almost tar-like substance.
"Yech!" Peter said to himself. He tried to wipe it off but he couldn't.
Newland came over and looked down. "Don't worry Pete, I'll get some help. You just don't do anything, okay?"
"All right" He shouted back.
While Peter waited for help, he didn't notice the pools of black liquid that came out from the ground under him.
It didn't take long for local authorities to pull Peter out of the hole. While he got out, Peter still felt stunned. But the paramedics told him that was due to the fall.
A couple of hours later, when the students began to board the bus. Newland pulled Peter to his side.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked Peter
Still feeling strange, but otherwise okay, "Yes, yes I do. For some reason I found some oil down in that hole."
Newland looked at him. "Funny I don't see any stains."
Peter looked himself over, apparently what he fell into had disappeared. But he was tired and didn't want to deal with it right now.
"Hold on, when did New York have oil?" Peter asked
"Well it's not unusual Pete, oil used to be found in Pennsylvania and Ohio. I'm sure New York had a small amount also."
"Okay, that's all I had to say."
"That's good, it's not often a student of mine falls into an old Revolutionary War booby trap."
"I hope not."
Newland gave a slight smile. "Alright get on the bus, it's time to go."
When everyone got on, the bus started and made its way back to the city.
It was now nighttime in New York City and Peter was trying to get some sleep. He tossed and turned, messing up the sheets. He was a very odd dream tonight.
Peter found himself alone on a city street with no one around. It was Manhattan and it was deserted. He was wearing his pajamas. Peter looked to his left and noticed a strange black figure coming towards him. It was making strange noises and looked like something out a drug hallucination.
His hear was pounding and sweat went down his face. Peter tried to run away, but every time he turned his head. The creature got closer and closer. It seemed that he was doomed. Peter sprinted as hard as he could but then he tripped on his own feet and skirted on the asphalt. He felt the ground tear away at his clothes and flesh. When he looked at the sky, he saw a bright blue sky. Before it turned to black and Peter saw the face of the creature.
"NO!" Peter screamed. He woke up with a jolt. "What was that?" Peter said to himself.
After adjusting his eyes to the bright lights, Peter heard sounds of heavy equipment.
"Where am I?" He said to himself. Peter looked at his surroundings. He noticed he was high above the streets, he could see the work going on at "Ground Zero".
"What am I doing here?" He asked himself
Peter turned to face what he was looking at. He saw a face covered in black with the exception of two white eyes. There was a strange symbol on his chest.
Peter Parker was looking at his reflection in the glass of a 75-story office tower. He was sticking to the glass effortlessly. He had no idea how he got here.
"What the. . ."
To Be Continued
