The Storm
The wind blew steadily. Nights like these he loved. As the sun set behind him, Eddie Brock's lust for danger and adventure got stronger. He thirsted for someone that could keep up with him. His arch nemesis Spider-Man was now an official bore (same old speeches and clone/girlfriend drama) and lately "Spidey" hadn't been up to speed at all. Eddie was now convinced. There are millions of super people in this city; granted we create the right attraction we can find someone other than web head to mingle with tonight. His jacket zipped up; Eddie heads out to the heart of all trouble: the Big Apple.
This night was different for her. She didn't feel that being bothered with everyone's problems in the x-house would be a suitable Friday evening. She wanted to sneak out; by the goddess, she wanted to get away for a moment just a moment to herself. Ororo Munroe had plotted her night of rebellious "to herself"-ness. She would head up to the attic when the Generation X kids headed to their dorm rooms and simply fly out; no African robe or hooded garment after all, she was feeling quite youthful. As a joke the Gen Xers had recently gone out and purchased a playboy t-shirt and a pair of worn looking low cut Levi's for their teacher whom they expected to bring "down to earth." Ororo could remember their breathless comments:
"Maybe she'll actually get a man.."
"She's gonna be so cool.."
"AhoooGA!"
She knew they didn't mean any harm and at times the comments were quite comical which got her thinking about a night to herself. She waited on the lobby couch for the last batch of brats to head toward their wing of the house. She had her head ducked in a book with her reading glasses on. Finally, she noticed the last student passing by; it was Everett. They made eye contact and he scurried down the hallway to catch up with the other kids. Ororo heard faintly:
"Since when does Storm where glasses?"
"Duh! Since birth daweeb!"
She giggled at Jubilee's taunts. The bright lady; next week will be a lesson on common sense! She hurried up the stairs to her loft like attic bedroom. In the corner neatly folded were the garments for tonight's ordeal. What am I doing? I am not a child. She stared at the clothing. It looked awfully ridiculous. She thought for a moment and reaching into her vanity drawer she pulled out a pair of scissors and began cutting. Ororo had never cut clothing before; at least not with a pair of office scissors. After about 10 minutes of slashing and wild styling she held the t-shirt up to her chest in a life sized mirror. Maybe once I put it on. Like a snake, Ororo slipped out of her clothing and threw on the cut up garments she had just made into her own. She stepped in front of the mirror again. Goddess! She was beautiful. Her hair shined lusciously over her face. She had rolled the sleeves of her playboy shirt and cut the ends of it revealing her six-pack with a shammed glisten. Her jeans were low cut. They uncovered her small waistline and showed off two thong straps courtesy of Paige's earlier shopping spree. Slipping on a pair of black boots she wonders where all the nightlife could be. The theater wouldn't be too heavy with a crowd and everyone had been ranting about Swordfish. With a simple thrust of her hand she opened the sky lit window with a faint wind and she was off.
Swordfish huh? This should be fun. We haven't been out in a while. Eddie stood in line until he couldn't take it anymore. The bloodlust had gotten stronger. Almost unconsciously he went off with rage. The black goo had already seared passed his face and within seconds had taken over his physical appearance. Eddie Brock was now the infamous creature known as Venom! The crowd shrieked uncontrollably. He had never been so satisfied. Venom engulfed the sounds of terror with open arms. His face lit up with a gremlin smile composed mainly of razor sharp teeth. Covering the movie theater in webbing he laughed; like a kid in a candy store Venom was overly excited as he entered the theater to sit atop his new kingdom.
Ororo walked the streets like a beautiful lost princess, though she wasn't lost at all. Horns honked and people shrieked in excitement. She hadn't heard the cries of a person pleased in years; they were always screaming to be rescued by a white haired goddess sautéed in the tightest of black clothing. Her face lit up with the brightest smile. Though she couldn't see herself she was well aware that it was beautiful (and somewhat painful), mainly because of the car full of horny youths honking and whistling at her. Over whelmed at first, Ororo stopped in her tracks, but she was only uneasy for a moment: Just one night. She proceeded to strut like no other black hero. Shaft. Foxy Brown. They had nothing on Ororo Munroe. With a simple wave of her hand she could send the largest twister ever known to man flying through Manhattan or navigate the sewers to kick some underworld ass. By now one of the youths had gotten out of the car and was following Ororo down the street. She blushed. What is this feeling? It was flattery. He caught up and put his arm around Ororo. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed his clear skin. He must not have been so young after all. She simply continued down the street. His remaining friends from the car screamed louder. Ororo put her hand to her forehead and let out a banshee's laughter. She was tickled with excitement, yet her heart raced with nervousness. He grabbed Ororo's hand and pulled her down the nearby alley:
"Hold on a sec. Let's lose these clowns."
His voice was smooth and tempting. Chunks formed in her throat. They hid in the shadows as his friends drove by looking for them. He wrapped Ororo's arms around him. She was now shaking uncontrollably.
"It's okay. I don't bite."
He put his head in Ororo's right shoulder and breathed deeply. She took a deep sigh and waited. It was so great to have her hands wrapped around something other than a book or plant or troubled X-Man. Finally he looked up and slowly pulled Ororo to his side. Peaking around the corner he exclaimed:
"Coast is clear."
He grasped her hand once again and pulled her out in the alley with the greatest of ease. His black hair shined slightly as he turned to look at her. His big brown eyes glistened in the dim streetlight. He was clearly Puerto Rican in decent; yellow skin, bright red lips and the heart of a prince (so she hoped).
"Sorry about that. I've been waiting all night to get away from those guys."
He stuck his arm out to shake her hand:
"I'm Chris."
He said with a blinding smile. His beauty was uncanny and he was the perfect gentleman. Ororo dropped her head and began to blush. Her face lit up with a bright, innocent smile as she raised her head again. He was about her height and a tight Gap shirt revealed his well developed pectoral muscles.
"I'm Stor—uh—Ororo. Pleased to meet you."
He looked at her strangely. It had been so long since she had introduced herself as something other than a super heroin.
"Well it was nice meeting you Ororo. Hopefully we can meet on better terms next time."
He said as he turned and began to walk down the street slowly. He was not at all what he seemed. She was expecting a thug or at most a pickpocket. Goddess not a pickpocket! She thought as she tapped her breast strap to make sure the cash was still there. It was. She looked up at him walking down the street. He turned around quickly and smiled at her as he continued down the street walking backward. In the midst of that ordeal Ororo noticed that she was only a block from the theater. Chris was directly in front of her and apparently headed the same way. He had become her eye candy. She followed like a lost puppy, but not on purpose after all, she was headed the same way. Ororo turned to look behind her and as she turned back around she noticed that Chris had disappeared! He was nowhere in sight. She hurried to maybe catch a glimpse of where he was. As she ran she noticed him entering the theater through an exit. He's sneaking in. She ran quickly, but the door was closing; with a quick thought her eyes were whitened and she was lifted from the ground, flying toward the door at a speed unmatched. She stuck her hand in the doorway and entered.
"Ororo?!"
Chris yelped in surprise. She stood cocked to one side, one eyebrow in the air. Though he was surprised, Chris was still set on seeing Halle Berry's breasts at a discounted price.
"Christopher this is—"
Chris took his pointer finger and put it to Ororo's lips.
"Shhhhhh."
He threw his head sideways signaling for her to follow him further. He grabbed her by the hand and guided her into the main room. They snuck quietly down a long hallway lit only by the bright red exit sign at the opposite end. What am I doing? Sneaking into a movie theater with a child. Ororo if your mother could see you now. She shook her head, yet by now they were in the theater and what their naked eyes caught in its field of vision was more than what either could handle. Ororo had never seen a human brain before at least, not strung up and down two theater aisles and in the dozens. Chris on the other hand had lost his dinner. He was bent over in front of Ororo ridding himself of the 2-pepperoni slices he had at Luigi's. As he looked up he felt himself flying further away from Ororo and hitting a nearby wall; unconscious.
"Whatta catch you are sweet thing. What's your name?"
Venom had extended himself and was wrapped around Ororo. He looked her directly in the eyes. She resisted yet there was nothing she could do. His teeth were stained perfectly with the blood of innocents and he planned to stain it with a little more.
"C'mon don't be shy honey. You're just going to end up like the rest of them anyway."
He grinned and looked at her a bit harder. Where have we seen this girl? His huge white eyes squinted a bit yet it was too late. If the hair wasn't a dead give away the lightning bolt that sent him flying into the lobby and smashing the artificial butter-flavoring machine should have been a dead ringer. Covered in butter and being pursued by a white haired black mutant, Venom laughed.
"What? Were you with that guy? Did you have a date? You are Storm right?"
Venom laughed uncontrollably. Ororo's eyes were now solid white. She began walking toward Venom with a wind as strong as any hurricane flowing with her. The theater's windows smashed. The front doors blew open. Venom was suddenly lifted from the ground and carried out yet before Ororo could guide him toward something hard and painful he spun a web and was off into the night. Her first instinct was to fly out after him. Chris! She hurried back into the theater and found him still unconscious. What to do with him now; she had the most rebellious idea to fill her head that entire night.