Hello, everyone! It's me Author B (cause there's two of us, duh) and I'm going to provide some context for this story.

We here at Legion of Two love the character of Venom. Author C's a little new to him but like's the character a lot. I grew up with Venom. I read the comics he was in, watched the shows, and the movies (even Spider-Man 3, ugh). We also love MHA so I thought I'd write this as a little tribute to both MHA and Venom.

For this story I've omitted characters such as most of the Marvel Universe and especially Spider-Man. There's already enough characters in this story and I don't want to over complicate things by putting in a plethora of other characters like the Avengers, Fantastic Four, Galactus, Moon Knight, etc.

The characters I will keep are those who are connected to Venom's personal life and other Symbiotes.

This depiction of Venom will be a combination of various inspirations but will mostly be inspired by comic book Venom.

This story will follow two different narratives. It will follow Eddie's bonding/early days with the Symbiote in the past and his time as a student at U.A. in the present (well, the 22nd century as depicted in the manga and anime but you get the idea). You will learn about Eddie's early trials with becoming Venom and also read about how they have both learned to live with one another and what they have become.

Something important to keep in mind. For this depiction of the character, the Symbiote is not Venom. Eddie is not Venom. They are only Venom when they are together. Hence the importance of the line we are Venom.

I think that should clear everything up. I'll point out all the references at the very end of this chapter for anyone who missed them.

And, at the time that this is being written, Happy Halloween.


(Unknown World – Two Years Before U.A. Entrance Exams)

Vines and shed leaves were crushed under the footsteps of the individual trying to navigate through the dense vegetation. When they finally made it to the edge of the lush green jungle their eyes were then met with a large red desert, an icy landscape on the far left of the land, and a large body of water on the right.

"Control…" The individual said into the device in his ear. "Gonna do a once over on the suit for any leaks or anything that might cause…hallucinations."

He looked over the white and gray form fitting suit for any such signs before checking the attached pack on his back. He then looked over for cracks in the curved triangular lenses on his mask but found everything to be in order.

"Copy, Beyonder. Find anything of peculiar interest?"

"Yeah…yeah, you could say that. Activating lense cam." He then pressed a button on his left forearm.

"Confirmed visual. Any explanations, doctor?"

"Nothing concrete, yet. It looks like a patch work of different environments cohabiting in the same space. This…this whole place defies both physics and nature. It's remarkable."

He walked further into the red expanse and when he walked far enough he found bodies scattered all over all varying in size, shape, and appearance. Giants sprawled over the hills, humanoids hoisted up by spears, robots scattered across the grounds, and multiple armed creatures washing up on the shore.

"Control, I've got good news and bad news. Good news is that there is physical evidence of alien life. We can officially say that we are not alone in the universe. Bad news is there doesn't seem to be any signs of life to be found here. Whole place is a graveyard. Looks like a war happened here."

"Copy, Beyonder, collect samples of all specimens and if there is nothing else of any value then you are to return home. Copy?"

"Copy."

He placed the case in his right hand down, opened it up, and started scraping samples off of the corpses. He began taking samples from one of the multi-armed humanoid arachnids when he spotted something moving inside the empty eye sockets.

"Control, I think I might have something alive here." He grabbed a flashlight from the case and shined the light through the socket. "It seems to be-"

He was interrupted by a black substance reaching out from within the creature and grabbing onto him.

The camera feed cut out but the staff in the control room could hear the man screaming on the other end. "Beyonder, come in! Beyonder, come in! Doctor Nakamura, what's happening?!"

They then heard the audio cut out and only received static. After a few moments they received a typed message on the large screen in front of them.

"Mic dead. Encountered reactive substance. Did not breach suit. Substance has disintegrated. No sample viable for study."

"Message received. Collect gathered materials. Board ship and return home. Copy?"

The individual read the message in the ship's cockpit. After reading, a large sharp toothed smile crept over their face.

"Copy."


(New York City, U.S. – Three Months Later)

"Do you have any idea how serious this is Mr. Brock?" The older man behind the desk asked.

"I believe I uncovered an embezzling scheme within the school." The young boy said.

"Without notifying the police until after you printed it in the school paper without proper approval! It went against the rules and code of conduct."

"The staff involved is still going to jail so I don't really see what the problem is, Principal Schueller."

The man sighed deeply. "You broke the rules, Eddie. When people at this school get evidence of a crime like this they call the police not put it in a newspaper."

"Then I wouldn't have gotten the story."

"You're not a real reporter! You're a middle school student who manipulated people and broke into areas on campus to collect what you wanted for your story."

"You talking about the cheerleaders? Most of them hid the laundered money in their lockers."

"And the ones who weren't involved that you tricked to get you into said locker room?"

"Ok, I'll admit, I may have fibbed to get myself in there but it was for the greater good."

"So, lying about putting in a good word for them to your 'friend' at Columbia University was for the greater good?"

"I mean…they didn't really believe me, did they?"

"They've asked to be transferred to a different school because of you."

"Jeez, I didn't think it would be that bad."

"To make matters worse you also implicated other teachers who you believed had a hand in the crime but actually had no knowledge of the operation. If any of them wanted to find positions elsewhere they won't have much luck seeing as how you dragged their names through the mud by falsely accusing them."

"…There's that…"

"The problem is you don't think about others. You manipulate and hurt people to get what you want and think nothing of the consequences until what's done is done."

"I know I'm not the best person around but the words I print-"

"Are pure venom!" The man stood up. "They're filled with nothing but criticisms and gossip about the teachers and students. They put them in an embarrassing light. Another case of you going around approval to print what you wanted."

"It's not really gossip if it's true. By then it's just a very talked about fact."

The man sighed again and turned to look out the window. "I've done my best to look out for you, Eddie. Your mother was one of the best teachers to ever walk through this campus and she was a dear friend. And when we were notified about your…condition I did my best to make sure that your time here would be comfortable and secure. But there are limits to what I can do and, after today, I can't do anything about what I have to do next." He turned around to face Eddie. "You're expelled."

Eddie's expression was a mixture of shock and disgust. "So, because I did the right thing I'm being punished for it?"

"You did do a good thing, Eddie. But you did a lot of wrong to achieve it and even I can't protect you anymore. I'm sorry."

Eddie grabbed his things and walked out the door. When he eventually returned home his father didn't say a word and just merely carried on with filling out the paper work on his desk. When 4 p.m. chimed on the clock mounted on the wall they both went to the hospital and were greeted by the waiting doctor.

"Hi, Eddie." She greeted him with a smile. "If you'll follow me we'll get you set up for another round of chemotherapy."

Eddie sighed and did as he was told and found this to be the first time he didn't want this round of chemo to end.


(Brock Residence, Manhattan – Four Hours Later)

"You arrogant little bastard!" His father shouted. "All you had to do was go to school, graduate, and do literally anything you wanted to do but instead you go and pull a stunt like this! I can't believe you!"

"I think the principal's just mad because he's not getting his 'Christmas bonuses' anymore." His sentence was responded with a slap.

"You don't even regret what you did, do you?" There was a moment of silence until he spoke up again. "Get out."

"What?"

"I said GET OUT!"

"Are you serious?! You're going to send your cancer riddled son into the New York winter?"

"As far as I'm concerned you're no longer my son."

Eddie bit back the pain he felt, grabbed his jacket, and left.


(Life Foundation – New York Location)

"Log number eighty seven…" The man in the lab coat said into a tablet. "After harvesting the five pods, which have now been dubbed as 'seeds', from the specimen it has yielded no further results to any other form of testing, harvesting of materials, nor has it been responsive to any of the physical and mental conditioning it has been subjected to." He let out a heavy sigh. "The higher ups at the San Francisco branch want us to shelve the SYM-1 project and focus more on SYM-2 through 5. The company finally put out an obituary for Doctor Nakamura today. Page 8 of course. Can't have it being too flashy, can we? No respect for the man that not only discovered alien life but brought us the creature that has yielded some of the greatest scientific discoveries in history." He let out an empty laugh, looked at the transparent container housing the sentient black ooze, and then back down at the tablet. "I really want to be done with this whole thing. I'm sick of listening to it laugh at me."

After ending the recording he looked back at the container to find it empty. He quickly stood up and went over to the intercom.

"Security! SYM-1 out of containment! Sonic weapons authorized!"

Security guards with advanced rifles walked in with gas masks on. They converged in front of the glass doors, opened them, and went inside the room housing the containment unit. They looked inside the container to find a small crack in the glass the creature could have escaped through. As they looked in the container they didn't notice the creature cascading down from the ceiling toward one of the guards. It began wrapping itself around him but after he began screaming the surrounding guards bombarded him with their sonic rifles. The creature shrieked in pain and quickly retreated before the glass doors closed. After the doors opened they swept the room only to find that it was gone. Not noticing it crawling through a nearby vent.


(Weying Residence – Manhattan)

"Anne, please. I've got nowhere else to go." Eddie said shivering in the doorway to the apartment.

"There's nothing I can do, Eddie. My dad doesn't want you here and I can't convince him otherwise." She said with a pained expression.

"So, he heard about the school thing too."

"He's just looking out for me."

"He thinks I'd do that to my own girlfriend?"

"I mean…" She couldn't finish.

"Anne…" Eddie reached out to her only for her to pull away.

"There's a shelter on Lafayette Street. The people there will help you keep warm. Please check it out."

Eddie then looked down at the ground. "Ok."

"Be safe, Eddie." She said before closing the door.


(Thirty Minutes Later)

As the snow fell an older woman sat up against the wall outside a convenience store.

"Money, por favor. Anything helps." She said as she reached her hand out to anyone that passed. Eddie walked up to the gumball machine next to her. "Hola, Eddie." (Hello, Eddie.)

"Hola, Esther. ¿Cómo estás, bonita?" (Hello, Esther. How are you, beautiful?)

"Eh, estoy bien, gracias. (Eh, doing alright, thanks) But 'how are you?' seems to be the more important question."

"Why's that?" He asked before placing a gumball into his mouth.

"Because you've got that 'sad as shit' look on your face that's all too familiar out here."

After taking a moment to compose himself he answered. "I uncovered an embezzling ring at my school."

"That's great news."

"Yeah, and it cost me my enrollment, my girlfriend, and my home. My dad threw me out."

"Damn."

"He also said that he no longer saw me as his son so that probably means that my chemo treatments are over so…" He then blew a bubble.

"I know your dad's an ass but I don't think he'll do that to you."

"How would you know? You don't live with him."

"And now neither do you."

"You see, that's just hurtful." He chuckled.

"I take it you walked right past the shelter and didn't bother to go in?" He nodded yes. "You really are a prideful bastard." She chuckled. "If you really can't stand people looking pitifully at you then try your luck in there."

She pointed toward a dirty and crumbling church across the street with signs that read 'condemned' along the gate walls. "An old church? Hate to tell you but I'm not the religious type."

"Neither am I but it beats sitting out here in the cold."

"Right, right. So, what exactly are you doing right now?"

"Getting up and moving my ass over to that shelter for some chicken dumpling soup and warm blankets." She said as she got up and packed up all her stuff. When she was done she gave Eddie a hug. "Te quiero, Eddie." (Love you, Eddie)

"Te quiero, mi amiga." (Love you, my friend)

As she walked away Eddie just stared at the church. After he felt the chilling breeze return he began walking towards it. He looked at the sign on the ground in front of the gate.

Our Lady of Saints Church

He stepped over the sign, through the gate, then through the doors, and finally sat at one of the pews.

"So…hey, big guy." He gestured his hands to the entire church. "It's been a while."


The black liquid crawled through the alleyways hoping to hide from its pursuers. It felt agonizing pain every time it made an effort to move. Feeling a deep hunger it looked around for anything. An old dog weakly walked through sniffing around for food when it came upon the creature. It wrapped itself around the canine and, when it was done, the alien took over. It moved unhindered through the streets in the dog's body and made its way through several blocks before the body collapsed. Feeling its host dying the creature separated from it to avoid dying with him. Feeling exposed it moved into the structure nearest to it.

An abandoned church.

It made its way up the wall and entered through the bell tower. Feeling the end approaching it crawled into a corner hoping, if it was indeed the end, to die in peace. It could sense the world going dim around it and was ready for the end. Until it heard a voice.

"So…hey, big guy. It's been a while."

Its senses piqued just enough to focus its attention on the nearby person.

"I don't know if you can hear me." He began to chuckle. "Or if you even exist. But, seeing as how I'm out of options, what's the hurt in trying? I…I messed up. I condemned people, used people, destroyed the relationships I had. Well, to be honest, there was only one I cared about but you get the point. But still…I brought scumbag criminals to justice. I revealed their ugly truths and as reward I was expelled and in doing so discredited. No one will ever hire me as a reporter anywhere after I graduate. I just…" He sighed. "I just wanted to do the right thing. I don't have a Quirk but I still wanted to help people. I couldn't protect them so I thought I'd inform them. Keep people safe through words. In all honesty I don't think I'd have lived long enough to even done much good anyway. Unlike my mom. I never got to know her but from all the stories I've heard, people I've spoken to, she did so much good as a teacher. Making sure that her students went out and pursued their dreams to the best of their ability. We even moved out here to her home city to feel closer to her and see all the good she'd done. She inspired change and would have done so much more…had I not come along."

The creature began moving up the wall and across the ceiling above towards where Eddie was sitting.

"My dad blames me. He always has. Blames me for her death. Complications in childbirth, you know, you were there probably. He's never smiled at me, never spent any quality time with me, never said he was proud of me, never even told me he loved me." It could sense his sadness and began to desperately move faster to him. "What the hell does that asshole know?" It sensed his anger and stopped above him. "What kind of person do you have to be to hate an infant and then blame him for the rest of his life over something he couldn't control? If you are real then why did you leave me with him?! Why give me cancer?! Why put me through this?! And don't say it's about some bullshit about 'test of character' or 'perseverance through pain' because that's not good enough!" He took a deep breath and exhaled. "Point is I know about different forms of injustice. I've seen it, written about it, and experienced some of it. My mother dying before she could make a real impact, my father's distance and emotional abuse, Esther being homeless, the crime that plagues this city and the rest of the world. I want to do something about it. I don't care about what happens to me anymore but I'm sick of watching good people suffer for no reason. And all I wanted was to do something about it…before the end."

The ooze began to cascade down from the ceiling and towards Eddie, feeling the pull of his negative emotions.

"I know that I don't deserve it but, if you're up there, please give me the chance to do right by all the good people I've let down. Give me more time to help those who need it. Give me the power to do some good."

After saying that, he felt a tug on his left shoulder and looked to see a thin black stream cascading down the front of his jacket. He tried to wipe it away but some had stuck onto his hand leaving connecting strings as he pulled his hand away to look at it. The seemingly inert substance suddenly sprang to life and began spreading fast across his body. What was on his hand moved along the skin and he could see some of it go into his arm and saw black move through his veins. He tried desperately to pull whatever it was off of him but the rest of it dropped down from the ceiling and spread across his entire body. He screamed at what was happening to him but his screams soon became muffled as the substance moved across his face sending his vision into darkness.


(Eighteen Minutes Later)

An armored truck moved through the Manhattan streets sending snow flying from the ground as it sped along. Inside, a team of armored men in gas masks prepped their sonic rifles as the man at the end briefed them.

"The Foundation's contacts notified us that they spotted SYM-1on traffic cam leaving the body of a street dog outside an old church. The lab coats say that the dog would have been neither an acceptable source of food nor a suitable host. Which means it's weak and won't put up much of a fight but we're racing against the clock since it won't last long in its condition. So we search and retrieve. We get it in a container and bring it back to base. Understood?"

The men nodded yes. "What's the protocol on witnesses?" One of the men asked.

The one briefing the men loaded his pistol. "What witnesses?" He asked rhetorically.

The truck stopped outside the gate entrance. All the men inside hurried out, lined up at the sides of the main doors, and waited.

"Squad leader, confirm visual on the target." The order was received through his earpiece.

After looking through one of the broken windows he responded. "No visual on target. Permission to enter and conduct a sweep?"

"Permission granted. You are clear to conduct a four man sweep inside the location. Leave the remainder of the squad posted outside. If the target flees we need members ready to respond."

"Copy, Base. Entering the location now."

The team moved into the church and spread out as they conducted their search.

"Clear." One said through their earpiece. This was then followed by three more of the same response.

When their team leader looked at the large altar he motioned his free hand to signal the others to move toward it. They eventually converged on the altar and looked behind it only to be greeted with an empty space.

A large figure then landed on the altar and crushed it completely sending the surrounding men to the ground. The team leader sat up to see a cloud of concrete dust in front of him and saw a large figure illuminated inside the cloud by the gunfire from the other team members whose screams became less abundant as time passed. He got up, ran to the main doors, and opened them to see the remaining six squad members with their weapons trained on the door.

"Target's inside! It's-" He was then interrupted by a large set of teeth wrapping around his entire head.

"Open fire!" One of the men shouted.

The creature latched its tendrils onto all of their rifles before they could fire and then onto the other squad members. Two were grabbed by tendrils, bashed repeatedly against the ground, and then thrown into the wall. The other four drew their pistols and opened fire to no effect. He whipped a tendril at all four of them sending them flying through the gate. As one of them tried to get up he was ended by a large foot stomping into his face. The other three continued to fire to the slight annoyance of the monster. He grabbed one of them in one hand, lifted the truck with the other, and then slammed said truck onto the remaining two squad members. The remaining member fired his pistol into its face only for it to grab his hand and crush it with the pistol still in his grasp. He screamed in pain at the sight of his mangled hand only to have the moment cut short by being raised above the monster's head. The last thing he experienced was falling towards the open mouth of the creature.

It didn't admire its work for long. A shot rang out and it stumbled back at the impact of powerful bullet. When it looked around it saw the glint of a sniper scope on the roof of a building down the street. It leaped into the air dodging incoming fire, used its tendrils to swing from the buildings over to where the fire came from, grabbed the sniper, and threw him violently through a corner window of a building and out another nearby window to the street below.

The creature swung through the city while Eddie was trying to comprehend everything that just happened.

"Oh, my god! What is this?! What the hell is going on?!" Eddie shouted.

The creature turned to face the reflective glass of a building it was swinging past. Eddie, through its eyes, saw the reflection of the large, black, curved eyed, sharp-toothed monster staring back. Eddie screamed at the sight and the creature stopped swinging to stick itself onto the reflective glass and stare back at Eddie.

After a few moments of frightened silence Eddie spoke. "What the hell are you?"

The creature then smiled back at its own reflection. "I am the answer to your prayers."


(Musutafu, Japan, Two Years Later – Morning of the U.A. Entrance Exam)

Eddie sat at the edge of a rooftop looking at the rising sun. He pulled out his phone and saw that the time was six in the morning.

"Ugh, pulled an all-nighter again." He said to himself. "You kept me out all night." He said louder. "You better tell me what I want to know after all the work I put into all this."

He looked down at a man wrapped in black binding hanging upside down from the edge next to where Eddie was sitting.

"Please, for God's sake, I don't know what you want from me!" The man shouted.

"What do you think?" Eddie said into the air.

"We should hurt him some more." The dark voice in his head said. "He'll confess when we apply more pressure."

"That doesn't sound like a terrible idea." Eddie looked down at the struggling man. "Hey! Do you remember going to the park the other day?"

"What?"

"You were at the park the other day. You were there to make a drug deal, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking abou-" He was quickly pulled up and met Eddie's face.

Eddie's eyes turned white and his voice became distorted. "Do not lie to us!"

"Ok, ok, ok! Oh, god, yes. Yes, I was there to make a deal!"

"That's better." Eddie then dropped him back into his previous hanging position. "Well, while you were at the park a man and his son caught sight of you. Any of this ringing a bell?" Eddie saw that the man's expression was a knowing one. "I'll take that as a yes. You thought that it was in your best interest to gun them down. Now, I know why but I want to hear you say it."

"They saw our faces. I can't afford to go to jail, man. No witnesses, you understand."

"Yeah, we do. The father died but what you didn't count on was the son surviving. I was able to get some one on one time with the kid and got your description. You wanna fill in the rest?"

"You killed all my guys around town. Ripped them apart like an animal. I've never seen anything like it. I-I thought heroes were supposed to arrest us and uphold the law, stuff like that."

"We're no hero."

"And what the hell's with this 'we' shit? You working with other people?"

"Just one." Eddie then crawled down the wall to where the man's face was. "And he's pretty hungry."

Eddie's body started to become covered in the black ooze crawling from within his body. "No witnesses, you understand."

"Who…what are you?"

The substance then covered all of Eddie and formed a grotesque face which then smiled back at the frightened man.

"We are Venom."

Venom then opened their mouth, moved their head closer to bite down on the exposed head, and the screaming stopped.


Now for a (literal) reference key: The patchwork planet and war is a nod to the original Battleworld in the 1984 Secret Wars, the Beyonder call sign is a nod to the cosmic being the Beyonder who created Battleworld, the triangular lenses on the suit are a nod to Spider-Man's lenses which gave the Symbiote its curved eyed look, the chapter's title Dark Origin is directly from the Venom: Dark Origin comic series, and Principal Schueller is a nod to Randy Schueller who created the black suit for Spider-Man which eventually became Venom.

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