Act 1

This is, before reading, an alternate version of the end of Spider-Man 3. It may or may not be superior to the movie's ending. It all depends on what your views are on the movie. Personally, I doubt it compares at all. The movie was outstanding. Except for one thing…

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Eddie glared as the waves of sand collapsed onto the ground. He was weak. He didn't expect Marko to go too far. He was going to eliminate him anyway. He knew that the symbiote was overtaking him. But he didn't care. He'd worry about that later. First, he had a bug to squash.

Venom leaped up into the shadows above the pray: Parker. He ruined his life, and felt malice almost eat away at his heart as he glared at him, shouting for him. He made him sick…oh well.

He grabbed him from the skull the second he least expected it. He threw him into the bars, bending them. He felt a chill as the bones broke in his arm. He had gotten so powerful. Sandman was a warm-up act compared to him.

He felt pain fill him in a second, though. Fire. Fragments of metal burst into his flesh as a bomb blew up right next to his head. He felt his body being blown into the bars. Harry Osborn. New Goblin in town. Venom thought he was supposed to kill Spidey, not help him. He hadn't counted on that.

He landed on the ground, gracefully balancing his body on his feet. Already, his symbiote had regenerated his face completely. He was getting stronger than ever before. Spider-Man was back now. He caught his fist as he threw a punch. He felt his knuckles turn to powder as he squeezed harder and harder. He was on his knees now. With a sharp kick to the ribs, Venom saw blood splatter within Spidey's mask. He would make sure he gagged upon it.

Harry was back now. He drew a blade from his back, and swung it down at him. It smashed into Eddie's back. He felt as though someone punched him, as though in a joke. Not serious. He hastily smashed Harry in the stomach with his elbow. He didn't deserve his full attention.

That was Peter's privilege.

But Parker was free now. He shot a web at him. So feeble. Venom didn't even stay still long enough for the web to stand any obstacle for his rampage. It smashed straight into Harry's face, knocking him over. Venom clawed at Peter, but he back stepped it quickly.

Now it got fun.

Spidey landed a blow in Venom's throat. He felt pain soar through his neck. He gagged a little. Nothing serious. He grabbed Parker by the head. He felt his nails dig into his scalp and cheeks. He laughed as the blood oozed under his nails. He really was squashing a bug now.

He felt his back torn open as five bats flew into it, and exploded accordingly. Venom stumbled slightly. Even with an alien symbiote, bombs were strong. He could barely move in his pain. His legs weren't working. Why didn't he kill him when he had he chance?!

He released Spider-Man's skull now. He wasn't certain whether or not Parker had gotten out of the stunned state before or after he leg go. All he did know was that he was free now, and a threat. He felt the blow to his solar plexus knock the wind out of him. The bombs had weakened his symbiote. He wasn't as strong now.

But he wasn't weak. He blocked a blow from Parker before grabbing his arm. He twisted it quickly, breaking it. He heard Parker scream. Harry snarled something Eddie did not care enough to listen to. He was too busy revering his blood lust.

He reacted before the bomb could get near him. He grabbed Parker around the neck. He knew there was no chance he'd be able to drag it out forever. He wanted to get even fast. And he knew Spider-Man had to die. Now.

With a quick jerk, he swung Spider-Man into the line of fire. The bomb smashed straight into the blast, enveloping in a second. He could see his skeleton for a moment before being enveloped himself. HE felt his arm burning away, his symbiote pealing off his flesh. His flesh pealing off of bone. His skeleton turning to ash itself.

His body was turned to a slop of goo in seconds. But he could still see. He could hear Harry fall to his knees, sobbing. Crying. He felt his eyes blink once or twice, his body reforming into muscles, tendons, skin, symbiote suit. And he saw Harry glare, in loathing, toward him.

"You…"

"Yeah…me…"

"Parker…was my best friend…all my life…and you killed him…"

Venom grinned, "No…you killed him…it was YOUR bomb, wasn't it?"

"It wasn't my fault…YOU PSYCHO!!!!!!!"

The Goblin rushed toward him, his blade outstretched. He swung, and sliced straight through his chest. He was so weak now. He could barely stand. IT took energy to regenerate, it seemed. A lot. He wasn't ready to take Harry on just yet. He didn't know how powerful that bomb was, but it sure as hell could do the trick.

Venom webbed up the Goblin's belt. He could feel the webbing even after it was disattached from the rest of his body. He felt the bombs open up underneath, about to blow. With a quick kick to the Goblin's chest, he was knocked backward, off the site, and into the sandy pit below. He could hear the Sandman reforming below.

Too bad for him. And his daughter, too.