Venom's Snare
Writen by: Nate Son
Chapter 1
Eddie Brock sat down, the chair was cold, and the air colder. He sat huddled in his blanket, trying to ignore the snores and even the occasional scream. He tried not to think of where he was, or how he got there. The place was the Vault, a maximum security prison for super powered criminals, with guards located every 25 feet. Eddie, amused himself with that thought, taking note as to how dangerous they considered him. His cell, lonely as it was, was only 5 feet by 7 feet. He realy posed no threat to them at all, not to mention he was alone. That thought was the one daunting his already tortured mind now. He was alone, away from the comforts of his other. The lonesome feeling almost unbearable. He was used to having his other with him, used to his other offering some sort of comfort. But that was all over now. All thanks to the Spider. If it weren't for the Spider, he and his other, would be out reaking havoc on the wicked. Defending the innocent with lethal force. Those that preyed on them didn't deserve life. That's what his other had taught him, and that is what he believed. But now he was stuck here, without the other, and without any form of company he was used to.
Of course, the other that Eddie Brock mentioned, was his symbiote. His symbiotic other half, the part of that made him the Lethal Protector. If they hadn't come back to New York to catch that drug lord, this wouldn't have happened. They would be in San Fransico still, and making sure all was right in that little town. Well, San Fransico isn't small, but to a super being who is used to bounding the building tops, and swinging through the streets, it was. Their "food" supply was much bigger though there. There was no other "heros" to taint the supply. But Eddie's thoughts simply couldn't get off the lonsomeness he felt without his other, his, symbiotic other half. When they were together, they called themselves Venom. It was a name, they both liked. For it stood for a lethal solution, to a temporary problem. Many in this world, have used Venom, many with just causes. And then there were the many who exploited their beliefs, and many who mocked them. One of those many who mocked their beliefs was the Spider. To the rest of the world, the Spider, was none other than Spider-Man. But to them, Spider was the menace who taunted him daily. Whether the Spider was around or not. For both Venom, and Eddie, knew the secret behind the mask of Spider-Man. But they both made a promise to the Spider. They would keep thier mouths shut, if he would keep his shut as to who they were. All of them agreed and Venom made another promise, they would stay away from New York.
But now, they were back in this prison, where the tortured souls got on their nerves. Eddie and the symbiote were separated, and kept in separate area's of the complex. The authorities believed this to be a good idea. If Eddie ever got his symbiote back, they wouldn't stop him. And what better way to punish them, than to separate them from each other and keep them far away. Both of them could still sense each other. And they both blamed the Spider. It was he, after all, who got them into this. He asked them to help him, and then turned on them when they got the job done. Of course they caused alot of destruction, and destroyed 3 whole city blocks to do it, but it was worth it. Otto Octavious was back behind bars, and his technology destoryed. It wasn't their fault that they had to use sheer force and several buildings to get the job done. The Octopus threw cars, and chimneys at them. What were they supposed to do? Hurl insults? So then, the Spider whent back on his word, and backed them into a corner. He used their weakness against them, and got them imprisoned again. So now they sit here, apart from each other, but only so far as they could still sense each other. The ultimate torture, and the guards knew it. They purposefully took him by the room, just to get his hopes up, and watch the symbiote writhe in agony for it's lost host. The pain caused Eddie to be in pain. He needed it as much as it needed him. They were bonded for eternity, and nothing, could take that away from them. Well, almost nothing. The Spider sure seemed to find a good way to make that happen, for now.
Meanwhile, Peter Parker, mild mannered, very inteligent, college student, was late for another class. He was always late, due to his duties as the ever amazing Spider-Man. He was on his way, when he saw some police cars. They were giving chase to a wild van, which was firing at them. So Peter, being his usual self, ran into an alley and changed into his alter-ego. And Spider-Man was on the case. Swinging high above the chase looking for an oportunity to land on the van, or even trap it with his webbing. But then, a little child ran out into the street, and Spider-Man's spider sense kicked into high gear. He swung as hard as he could to try to get ahead of the van, but he would never make it. His only choice, to shoot a web line out to the girl and try to pull her to safety. He would worry about how to catch her in mid swing. He landed on the side of the closest building he could find and shot out his webbing. The webline, as quick as a bullet shot towards the little girl, catching on her shirt under her jacket. Spider-Man then pulled back as hard as he could, almost losing his footing on the side of the wall as the girl came up in the air. He compensated and then leapt into the air himself. He quick, shot a webline at a pole further ahead, pulling on it hard to make him go faster. Both the girl and himself, crashed into each other harshly. The girl screamed and started to flail as Spider-Man tried to right himself to shoot out another web line. But the girl was struggling too much for him to let go of her with his right arm.
"You know, little girl, if you don't stop squirming, we're going to be a Mrs. Butterworths pancake!" Spidey said to her as he pulled her in tightly. The girl then calmed down enough for him to get an arm out, and he web lined the closest high object. He held on and tried to swing his legs out. The girl hung on tightly, closing her eyes as the ground came up closer. Spidey, almost unsure, was about to change arms quickly and shoot out another one, but thier speed started to slow. The web line, streching to excess, was starting to shake.
"Oh, no, baby, please hold. Do anything else, but please hold!" Spidey said under his breath. He gripped the web line tighter, pulling as hard as he could to try to slow them faster. Then without warning, the line grew taught, and then snapped them backwards faster than Spidey could say, "pitunias". They both flew backwards, Spidey trying to turn himself around. He launched more webbing, this time, he made a web net. He tossed the girl into it, and then spun another web line. He turned around, and started to head for the van again.
"What a lovely turn out, the crowd's almost as helpfull as a hole in the head. This is gonna be one long morning." Spidey said as he swung swiftly towards the get away van.
A few hours later, the van was webbed into a building, the crooks were webbed to the van, and the police were thanking him again. Spidey looked at the clock on the town adjacent to them, and was shocked. "Holy crap! I'm going to be late, and not for an important rabbit date." Spidey yelled. He shot a web line at a nearby building and jumped up. As he swung away, he started to think about what a nice day it was going to be. As long as he could get to class on time, he should be able to have at least a decent day. But he knew he wasn't going to have that good of luck. Those thugs, bothered him though, they seemed to be headed straight for the prison, the maximum prison for people like, Doc. Ock, or Electro, or even worse, Venom. The last name sent chills down his spine. It had been a few months since he heard of that nut, and he hoped that it would be the last. Peter got as close as he could without revealing to the whole college he was Spider-Man, and swung into a near by alley. He put on his street clothes, and walked, or ran, to his class. It was going to be a long day.
Meanwhile, back in the prison, in a room was a box ,only a 36''X40''X29" box. The symbiote that was bonded with Eddie Brock, writhed, and swirled with the agony of not being joined, was in there. The people at the prison were feeing it, with rationed doses of adrenaline taken from Eddie. This enhanced the tourture, and fed the alien's anger. It knew what they were doing, they were taunting, and teasing it. No doubt they were doing the same with him. The symbiote was eratic, almost feral, without it's other half to supress it's animal hunger, it was just another symbiote. The thought, just excruciating, and almost disgusting to it. It had to bond with it's other half soon, other wise it would return to the way it was before, and so would Eddie. The symbiote and the other would not be able to bond again for years. The trauma would be too great for the human counterpart. And this, the symbiote did not want to do. But it could not survive without Eddie either. He held great anger, and that anger fueled his adrenaline. He was one of the few humans, able enough, to sustain the symbiote without dying in the process.
Just then, a crack in the container came to the symbiotes attention. It sensed the lack of pressure on the one side of the wall. It oozed its way over, and examined the crack. There wasn't enough space for it to make it through, but it could add more pressure. The symbiote scanned the area to see if anyone was watching. The only two people close were the guards at the door. It expanded its form, and enveloped the inside perimiter of the box. Then, it started to push out on all the sides, paying attention to the crack in the structure. A couple of doctors walked by, looking in, and then walking away. The symbiote worked harder, and then, there was a sound of shattering. The box, in peices on the ground, was weakened by the crack and fell appart. The symbiote not wasting any time slithered across the floor, and under the door. It attached itself to the boot of one of the guards, and then entered it's body. The soldier, feeling funny, looked around as if he felt somone watching. Then, he noticed the box was shattered and the thing inside gone.
"Sir! The creature, it's gone!" The soldier yelled as he grabbed his commander, who was watching guard with him, and pulled him to the window. Both soldiers ran into the room, and started to look around for the symbiote. The commaning officer, then yelled at the other guard. "Damn it, we're gonna lose our pensions for this!" He stated, the other guard looked at him with disbelief. "Forget our pensions, how about our lives?" the other soldier stated in fear. They both were searching around frantically, trying to see if they could find it. Neither one knowing how they would deal with it, if they did. The symbiote, which was still attached to the soldier, was feeding off of the soldier's adrenaline. The stimulus was great for the symbiote, it almost didn't want to leave, but the pain of being away from it's host, was what it wanted to solve. Suddenly there was a cry, and the soldier that the symbiote was attached to, fell to the ground, and fainted. The symbiote curesed itself, it got lost in the adrenaline, and absorbed too much too quickly, it killed it's temporary host. The other guard ran out of the room, and started yelling for help. The symbiote quickly jumped off the dead soldier, and then slithered its way to it's other half.
Back in the cell, Eddie Brock sensed a bit of anxiety in his counterpart. He felt almost as if he was energized with adrenaline. He knew what that meant, either they were tortuing it again, or the symbiote broke out of its hold. He knew the latter to be true. He could feel its almost sense of fear, or excitement. And he could feel it getting closer. Eddie threw off the blanket, despite the cold, and started to pace his cell. There were soldiers screaming, and cell mates screaming even more. His other must be feeding, must be causing panic to feed off of everyones adrenaline. His other must have been weak, otherwise it would not have fed off of the innocent. It was the only explanation Eddie had, and it was the closest to the truth. Just then, a man ran into the cell block screaming, clawing at his face. The man was trying to rip off the symbiote, and trying to get away from the madness. The symbiote obliged and slid down the man's body, and slithered through the bars of Eddie's cell. The symbiote then started to climb up his legs, slowly but surely trying to rebond with it's other. Eddie fell to his knees from the pain, both symbiote and host, in excruciating pain. But both reveling in the meld between their two minds, feeling the loneliness leaving. Eddies body started to change, muscles bulging, his body being covered by the black substance. His body doubling in size, and his features being wildly distorted. The face changed also, the suit, forming the familiar chaotic eyes. Ones that slighly resembled Spider-Man's, and the symbol appearing on his chest. A big white spider, it's legs reaching around his body, and forming another white spider on it's back. His jaw, elongating, forming dozens of razor sharp long teeth. Even his tounge changing to a long, serpent like red, with green ooze dripping off of it. The monster then stood up, totaly black, with blue highlights from the lights in the building, and the roar of a tourtured lion. Then, the beast, said something that made the man still lying on the floor cringe. It's voice almost sounding like two people, yet totaly distorted and evil.
"NOW, VENOM IS BACK! AND THE SPIDER, IS OURS!" Venom yelled, throwing the chair and the bench in his cell through the wall. But Venom stopped in the hole in the wall, and turned to the man on the floor. "But, maybe we should have a snack on this one first, after all, we would'nt want to fight the Spider on an empty stomach," Venom said in a terrifying voice. Venom walked over to the man, and grabbed his head in one massive hand. and then dragged him with him. The man flailing and screaming as they went through the hole. All of the cell mates, looked on in horor at what they just saw. Electro, the cell mate next to where Eddie just was, stared in shock. "Man, is he pissed, I wouldn't wanna be Spider-Man right now." He said as he laid back down in his bed. Alarms rang everywhere, but there was no sign of Venom, only the left over remains of the soldier. His head hollowed out, and a look of terror on what was left of his face.