Venom

Chapter 1:

Louis Jackson was walking down the dark alley, like he does every night on his way home from his best friend's house, Jeremy.

Louis was 15 years old and had sky blue eyes. He was the type of kid who looked like a skater. He had sandy brown hair that was quite shaggy, and wore ripped jeans and Converses.

As he walked down the alley, he heard heavy footsteps that seemed to be coming quickly. He pulled his hood up, to make him look un-approachable and walked faster with every step. He was halfway through the alley, and the steps suddenly stopped. He slowed down with relief, and as he did, he felt something touch him, like a heavy breeze. He looked over his shoulder, seeing nothing, and then started running to the end of the alley, which was now in sight. At the end, stood a blonde woman. She was beautiful in every way. She had golden hair, which shined, even though there was only faint light. Her eyes were the colour of the sea that looked beautiful, even though she was frowning at him.

Louis wanted to go towards her. He needed a girl in his life. Jeremy would be jealous of him. He wouldn't be the geek anymore. He could be popular. He could fit in.

As he was considering what to do, he didn't realise the fangs that were poking out her mouth. He walked closer to the mysterious woman, when he realised the sparkling teeth. He froze. He stared, with fear in his eyes.

As he started backing away, the sharp-toothed lady hissed and was suddenly behind him, holding him back by his arms. He screamed 'Help' at the top of his voice. The woman chuckled. 'Don't worry. I'll do it quick. You won't feel a thing', she said with a smile on her face.

He was shaking, not wanting to die. He had his life planned out. Go to college, get some degrees in art, become a photographer and meet a pretty lady. Seems like that wasn't going to happen.

He felt her coming closing, pressing her body nearer. She was surprisingly cold. Cold enough to make him jump, which earned him another chuckle.

The woman kissed his neck, with her freezing lips, which made him jump with surprise. She held him still and that's when Louis knew. Knew it was his time. Knew he would never drive, never have kids, and never get married. Nothing. His time was over, that's all he knew. How he was going to die was the only unclear thing.

A sharp pain occurred in his neck. He winced, and then his body relaxed. He felt free. He felt happy. Then the pain came back as he came back to reality. The woman was laid against the wall, far away from him, with his blood still on his lips. There was another man. He couldn't see his face, but he had fairly spiky hair, and wore a shirt and jacket.

Louis put his hand to his neck, feeling to gashes, still bleeding. Then he saw the man coming closer to him. That was the last thing he saw, before what he could see didn't matter. It's what he felt. The most excruciating pain he has ever experienced. Even worse than falling from his bedroom window. Even worse than falling off his skateboard and breaking his leg. This was much worse. Ten times worse than them. He felt like he was over-heating. Like some sort of poison had taken over his body. That's the last thought he had before he blacked out. Poison.