In the darkness of the river off Manhattan island, swam a black shape.

Through the depths, it paddled, not knowing where to go.

It had been betrayed.

It had learned of what a bond was, but was thrown away without a second thought.

It had tasted power, but was now dying.

It had no emotion, and had learned of none.

Yet it still needed a host.

It had learned how to bind with none living things, but it now still needed life to survive.

The waters froze it.

It would have been able to survive this, normally.

But it was too weak, now.

Then, through the dark, foggy waters; it could see a shape.

It could smell life on that shape, still.

And power.

Power, the way it's last and only host had power.

It glided down, spreading itself, prepared to fully absorb what lay down there.

There, lay a man, he looked dead.

The substance felt life. The man was only asleep.

It's large form covered the man.

As it wrapped around it's new host, it felt cool metal attached to him.

Long, metal tentacles were extending out of the man's back.

It wrapped around them, as well. Since it now had the ability to take over things that weren't even alive.

It spun itself and changed it's normal appearance.

It wanted to resemble it's older host.

Since it had been one with that host, it knew how to replicate the host's substance.

Grey crystals formed over the person's skin.

The crystals would not be as strong as his master's had been, but they would still do.

The Symbiote flooded over the mans head, who was still sleeping.

It hoped it would wake up soon.

What was it next to it's host?

It formed over it's face, and a great head emerged over it.

The Symbiote's true form.

It's grew a far longer jaw-line.

Like that of a rapter's.

It's mouth was of normal flesh and other organic substances.

A long tung grew.

Then, it filled in teeth.

The teeth were not normal, however.

They were grey crystals, shaped like shark's teeth, in many rows.

Two round grey crystals went over it's new host's closed eyes.

So that when he opened them, he could see.

Over these round crystals, were large crescent shaped solid crystals.

Like the finger's of his former host.

This gave his new host a slit-like appearance to his eyes.

It gave it's new form crystal claws on it's feet.

And all of it's master's skin were made of pebble sized crystals.

They, this way, were like wearing crystal fighting mail.

Instead of breaking apart; like how it's older host had done, before taking the full form of it, the Symbiote.

The Symbiote fully took over all four tentacles, forming organic mouths at the end of each one.

Instead of the strange pinchers at the end, it turned them into three jaws, for every tentacle.

Forming grey rows of crystal shark's teeth inside each of them.

These former pinchers also had an extendable knife, and a much smaller pair of pinchers for less harmful uses.

It formed tongues over each knife, but only alining the fleshy covering with the blade, so it could still cut.

It made each smaller pair of pinchers into smaller mouths inside the larger ones.

From each tentacle, itself, it hung strains of crystals.

Sharp; and able to move out of they're own accord.

The Symbiote took over all clothing, but the man was also wearing some sort of coat.

It spread over the coat, and made it into solid crystal.

But the substance was too thick for the Symbiote to control.

To still make use of it, it broke the two sides of the coat up, and attached them to it's new host's arms and hands.

They completely covered it's hands, and covered the arms up to the elbow.

The Symbiote had no need for hands, it had jaws to grip things with.

They were like long, broad, spear heads. Or inflexible pinchers.

They extended down from the hands to the host's feet.

Now, fully formed; fully ready.

Something else flickered down to the lake.

The Symbiote took over it's host's body to hide itself.

The being of that of it's former master.

A flicker of what might of felt like revenge went through itself.

The Symbiote swam to the surface of the lake, once this now stranger had gone.

It searched for him on the surface, but the stranger had already left.

It's had made it's plans.

The reason why it made a form so fierce, was so it could defeat the one that was so hard to kill.

Destroy the one who betrayed it.

Kill it's former host.

Murder Constrictoro.

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Author's Notes: I know this chapter isn't much, but there's loads more to come!