Lilian Walker was not a social butterfly. She woke up each day and walked to college only to sit a chair for more hours than she'd like. It wasn't as if she put much effort in anyways, she would settle with a mediocre score; besides, an average New Yorker's lifespan wasn't all that great when super powered folks were running around. She couldn't say she really cared about a future, at the moment she was sailing on by without much interest in the world. People have told her that it's a bit sad that she doesn't know what to do with her life, that it's bad she doesn't really even care. These were the words of people who never had any say in her life before, so when they tried giving her any now she found herself caring less and less for it. There last person who mentioned it she walked away from, she couldn't be bothered to stand there and listen to the whole shtick.
She isn't the type of character that has many details to go by, a life story worth hearing. Another faceless person in the crowd, riddled with flaws and ghosting their way through what little life they have. She was here, existing, wasn't that enough?
On this particular day college ended at nine o'clock sharp, or so she wished it would. The teacher wouldn't stop talking, even as she packed her bag up and began heading up the stairs to leave. It was freezing out, another winter night that was just as determined as the last to freeze the world over. Her lips twitched lightly, a soft frown resting as usual as she strolled down the first block, two more to follow till she got to her apartment. The place wasn't the best, she kept it in good condition compared to the rest of the brick building. Out of twenty-some odd rooms for rent there were only three others living there; her land lord wasn't the best person in the world but he had yet to bother her so she didn't complain. Fair price, a good conditioned apartment, lack of renters which kept the place quiet for the most part. It was a good deal.
A good deal for a city home, that is. Her eyes glanced up at the sky, lights blocked the night sky and prevented any view of the stars. If there was one thing she missed it was a clean, clear sky.
By the time her eyes looked back down she was passing an alleyway, a glimmer catching her attention on the wall of one of the buildings. Red stained the surface, a crimson shade of red that was obviously blood. More was inside the alley itself, a trail leading back along with a few smears on either side of the buildings. Now, Lilian isn't a hero. She isn't someone who puts out much effort to be a good Samaritan, these things aren't her business. But she could hear a faint whimpering, a quiet, "I need help. Please, help me." following the quiet noises she barely heard with the car engines behind her. Lips curling into a deeper frown she entered the alley, cautious as ever in search for the injured figure.
It wasn't a hard find; at the end of the alley she took a left and behind a dumpster she found the huddled up man cradling a severed arm. Terrified brown eyes stared up at hers, horrified momentarily before relief shined through. "Please help me. There-that psycho jumped me a couple streets over."
She didn't hesitate when she put down her bag, opening it to pull out a pen. Opening the pen revealed the object was really a knife; she quieted his panic briefly and shrugged off her coat, cutting the sleeve of her long shirt so she could wrap his injury to slow the bleeding. Her coat covered his legs to give him some warmth as she tried to assist; bag once more secured over her shoulder. Lilian didn't have the chance to assist when the man struggled to stand, fleeing further backwards with terror etched into his face. Confusion hit her and then she turned from her crouched position, watching as the male figure covered in red clung to the wall. The jack o'lantern grin widened, attention not on her but the man. It leaped over her head and landed just before the homeless man, its arm lifting up and transforming into a battleaxe before bringing it down upon the screaming fellow.
Lilian was up standing in an instant, silent fear coursing through her as she backed away. Part of the red launched out at her from its leg, curling around her ankle and keeping her in place. It rose, halfway turning to her with a craned head and a sinister grin.
"Where do you think you're goin', girlie?" It questioned her, a rhetorical one at that. Lilian took a deep breath, silent as ever as she tried to tug her leg free only to find it tugging back. Her footing was lost and she collapsed onto her back with a groan of pain; it was the last thing that should have happened. She found herself looking up at the red thing leaping down at her; immediately she pulled her legs upwards and tried to put up a barrier between the two of them when it crashed on top of her. Her hand with the pen knife launched up, aiming at its head but she found her arm being slammed into the pavement by a tendril from the creature. A clawed hand rested beside her head, the other grabbed one of her legs with a grunt as the monster pried apart her legs. "Ya think this will stop me from gettin' to ya?" It asked her again, settling on its knees between her legs as it towered over her.
Blue eyes watched the creature with concern, for her own life for once. But why? What was it about her life that was so worth living? This isn't some dribble from a depressed young woman; it was just from a mind that brooded far too much on things her fellow humans didn't want to think about. They were too busy laughing to prevent themselves from screaming day after day, finding temporary distractions to help them through the day. She found the quivering in her lip had stopped, an irritated frown settling on her face as she stared at the large white eyes. "It's cold."
"Excuse me?"
Her brows knitted together, "I said it's cold. This coat is thin and currently spread open. I'm tired, my body isn't producing much heat because if it; less so now from the adrenaline rush you gave me. I want to go home. Get off and leave me alone." Lilian snarled the last part before her expression became monotone and she relaxed back. "Or kill me. It's cold, I'm tired so please make up your mind."
Its now free hand grabbed the front of her shirt. "I don't think you're in any position to say that kinda stuff, sweetie." The creature growled. She remained silent, watching the beast and waiting on an answer in return. Her gaze bore into its, doing her best to be patient. "You can't be serious." Lilian heard it mutter after the silence pressed on. He has no idea just how serious she was.
That was the mistake others often made with Lilian. She just didn't care because she had no reason to care; she has never had a reason to care about anything. She wasn't like this thing, some sick fuck who got their rocks off by slaughtering people. All she wanted to do was be left alone for the most part. Lilian wasn't a peaceful creature, she wasn't someone who was blind to the chaos that existed in the universe or that was hand delivered by beings like this one above her. Life wasn't simple, it was riddled with horrible things. You have to make the good to see it in a lot of cases.
She didn't know this thing that hovered over her, not personally at least. The news spoke of this one as Carnage, but when did she ever put in her effort to learn more beyond that? They didn't know each other, they weren't friends or enemies; they were two beings that were existing on opposite sides of the board and this was just them meeting in the middle. Like a game of checkers, here though it was obvious who would be jumping who. The victor, the one who would be made king of this game.
Fear coursed through her, discomfort showing subtly in the way she briefly shifted her body beneath him. There wasn't anything to say anymore, she was done. Lilian wasn't a brave soul, just a tired one. Tired of seeing things average people denied themselves to see.
The hand gripping the front of her shirt pulled away, she found it slipping behind her back and before she knew it her body was being pulled up along with its. Her legs dangled on either side of its waist as the creature held her in place, its terrifying face cocking to one side and its grin becoming bigger. "Let's go for a ride, girlie." It said without room for her to object, reaching up to the sky with its free arm and firing a tendril from its forearm to the roof. The ground beneath them disappeared as air rushed by; instinct told to her to cling to the object most safe -the beast-. It cackled loudly, madly, soaring through the city to a destination she was unaware of.
Hello. This is going to be a short series of some chopped up, short chapters between my OC and Carnage/Cletus Kasady. Short snippets of their interactions. I don't exactly have a plot for this all, just kind of writing scenes. They'll be in order unless stated otherwise at the bottom. So don't expect full chapters like this, I'm writing more scenes than a full plotted story.
Enjoy if you read.