Disclaimer: I don't own any of the franchise.

Finally got started on this. It is not in the RP format, I have changed it, but I will be following most of the RP's dialogue. Also, I'm experimenting with first-person again (something I normally don't do) so it is from Peter's POV. If I don't like it, I'm changing it back to 3rd.

If you read this in an English accent, four for you.

I just really wanted to start this.

I like SpiderVenom. I just don't like how some people do it. So I do it myself to please.

Fragmented sentences. Yes.

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Don't Be Afraid

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Pitch black. Everything is so dark. The sound of a reverberating wine glass is echoing in my ears and it won't go away. The thrum of a heart beating against my chest. The sharp intake of my own breath causing me to open my eyes slowly. I tried to remember… remem- I couldn't. I can't. There's… nothing. Just the cold floor and waking up here. I wish I had to strength to push myself up, but all I wanted to do was just lie there and hope that maybe, if I rest long enough, everything would come back. But the longer I lay there, the less and less I knew. I didn't even know where I was. Opening my eyes just a little bit more, there was a small puddle of soft red liquid in front of me. Maybe that could help me remember something. Maybe.

I had to force myself to get up, pushing up on my arms and holding my breath. I felt victorious even just getting onto my knees. Using the wall to support me, I finally got up onto my feet, leaning against the stone for a moment. My heart was still racing. The wine glass was finally disappearing away from my ears. It could only be a matter of time before it came back; I still felt faint. Stepping forward, I got off of the wall and over to a small table, gripping onto the edges. Why couldn't I remember anything? Why couldn't I think? I don't even… I don't know my name! Who am I? The only thing is the trail of red liquid.

I stared at the table, pulling open the drawer and staring down at its contents. A small box of matches. Nothing more. Rubbish. Or perhaps not. The only light was coming from the outside through a broken window above me, and who knew how long that was going to last? Not very long to say the least. What time of day was it? Morning? Afternoon? Near night? I couldn't tell. All I knew, is that the light wouldn't be there for much longer and it would be some time before it came back. I grabbed the box of matches and shoved it into my pocket.

When I could finally stand on my own feet again without the help of a desk or a wall, I did. Now to follow the liquid trail.

I took a few steps forward, feeling my legs shake underneath my weight. Walking was almost foreign to me, but I'd never think I'd feel so strange. I found my way into the next room, now keeping a hand on the wall for support. I still needed it still it seemed. Moving towards one of the doors, I pushed it open, finding nothing but darkness in there. No. No no. I refuse. I closed the door again and moved further down and before I got to the next door, the wind pushed it open. I felt my heart jump and my breath get caught in my throat. I froze in my place, staring at the door for a few seconds. I blinked, hoping that the sensation would go away. And once it finally did, I took another step forward.

That wind was no ordinary wind. It smelt sour and bitter. Something dark was creating that wind. I took a peek inside the room that had the door blow open. It looked like a small wine cellar, very small. Stepping down three steps, I hit the wet bottom. A leak, here? Of all places? I took a few more steps to find another small box of matches. They must be scattered around the building. Perhaps it gets too dark in here at night or during cloudy days. I could feel the darkness already creeping up my spine. I had to get out of this room.

Nearly running up the stairs, I made my way further, opening a different door and starting down there. This place was so dark. So frightening. The sound of a mighty roar echoed through the stone walls, causing the chandelier near me to shutter and swing. My hand found the walls when I heard it whisper against my ear, and the high pitched sound returned. My legs gave in beneath me and I found myself curled up against the wall, breathing heavily. Focus, focus! I had to keep following that trail of liquid!

When the sensation finally disappeared, I pushed myself up, staggering a bit to recollect my senses and direction. I stared down at the floor for a good minute before moving again. I needed to get out of here. There was no way that I was going to last the night if these sounds were going to keep me up and torture me. I had to keep moving.

Stepping forward once more, I stared at both the ground and the hallways in front of my. More doors. I was going to get lost here, I just knew it. Opening it up, my heart and mind finally relaxed when I saw it was completely lit. I could feel my conscience calm down as I stepped in. But just as I hit the middle of the room, the lights violently blew out and the sour and bitter wind blew through the room. I left out a soft yelp and rushed myself out of the room, pressing my back to the wall next to the door and slamming it closed. My heart pounded in my head, making my vision go blurry around the edges. I was not going to be sane by the end of the night. Breathing softly, I relaxed and kept moving. I needed to not go through with all of these things. I needed to get out of here.

Heading across the hall to the only other door, there was a small staircase descending down. Following it carefully, my hand found the wet and cold stone railing to help me through the darkness. There was the trail of liquid. Finally reaching the door at the bottom of the steps, my eyes tried to make out what it said in the darkness. Old… Ol… Old Arch- I couldn't. Hopefully it was further away from this dreaded place. And lighter. I needed the light.

Opening the larger door, I closed it behind me, hearing it lock once it shut. Well. I won't be returning to those rooms anymore. I'm just hoping I found what I needed to. Luckily, the trail of liquid was still here, and I hadn't lost track of it. Unluckily, the rooms here were darker. Much darker. And more sour smelling. Why did it smell so sour?

Heading forth, there were no more secret doors or different entrances, but there were many dead ends; sections of the halls that were blocked off by the downfall of stone and wood. This whole place was falling apart. It was harder to see now. I still needed to find something. A lantern, hopefully. Turning through the only open door, I thought I had lost the trail of liquid, but thankfully, it was found again at the bottom of another set of stairs. Beginning to step down, my eyes caught the glimpse of something in the close distance between I and a small table. Was that…

A lantern!

Just as I was about to head towards it, the sour and bitter wind forced me down the stairs and pushed me to my hands and knees. I saw the lantern fall, only hoping it didn't break or shatter. Crawling towards it, I grabbed the lantern and quickly used one of the matches to light it. The feeling of relief overtook me as the bitter and sour wind ceased. I sat there, leaning against the small table with the lantern close to me. However, I did notice that there wasn't that much oil left in the lantern. Well, now I just had to find oil lying around this place, as if finding matches wasn't hard enough. And what next? Something to keep me sane, perhaps. I only hoped.

Pushing myself off the floor, I grabbed the lantern and used it to keep following the trail of liquid. It was my only clue, I just only wished that it didn't take me so long or took me down dark pathways like the ones I've gone through and possibly will have to go through. I dreaded the thought of having to go through more darkness without the aid of a lantern. Thankfully, I no longer had to.

Looking around the room for anymore match boxes, I managed to come across two, and a door. Well, onto the next part of my mini adventure to find out where this trail of liquid led to.

Opening the door, I could feel my heart skip a beat as I spotted a small and broken glass on the floor with the red liquid coming out of it. There was a small desk standing next to it with a candle flickering away its last few minutes. Next to it there was a container of oil and a note. I walked up to the desk and pulled the chair out, filling my lantern with the oil and sitting down. My heart nearly froze.

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I believe there will be hardly anything left after I consume this drink. Don't be afraid, Peter. Just know that I choose to forget. I hope that the name Norman Osbourne still brings hatred and rage to your heart or otherwise, this will sound horrid. I need you to go and find him in the Inner Sanctum and kill him. But be careful, Peter. There is a shadow following you. I have tried everything I could to stop it. You won't be able to hurt it, or kill it. Just make sure it never catches you.

On more thing, Peter; there is a beast following you. It was once a man you knew, and loved dearly. His name is Eddie Brock… or rather, was Eddie Brock. Norman turned him into a black beast with fangs that can kill you in an instant. Eddie is after you, but I beg of you to please… please, don't hurt or kill him. Part of me believes that Eddie is still in there. I believe that Eddie is still down under that black mask and he is fighting.

Find Norman and kill him. If you find Eddie, help him.

Sincerely,

Peter

I stared at the letter. My name is… Peter? Chose to forget? Why did I choose to forget? What did I do… or didn't do?

"Can't you tell me anything else?" I said aloud, hoping the letter would respond. But there was nothing. It was a letter to myself. A letter to my new self, from my old self. Peter.

I am… Peter.

I gently folded the note and slipped it into my vest pocket. I might need it later on. To prove myself of something, or to prove someone else of something. I'm not entirely sure. Grabbing my lantern I looked around the room. Dead end. No. There had to be something. I'm missing something. I couldn't have just meandered through these two small areas within the place. There had to have been something around here. The bookcase? The wall? The stone and china ware on the wall- ah. Found it. A small lever hiding within the corners of the room. Pulling it down, my heart jumped as the bookcase moved aside to open up to another door.

This was it.

I had to find a man and kill him.

I had to find a man and love him.

My name is Peter, and I chose to forget. For some reason.

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Weird intro, long-ish intro. I tried. Another slow build fic. Ack. I'm so sorry. I'm trying to go with the game, but I'll probably jump away from it by the second or third chapter. I'm sorry it's kinda boring. I'm not really good at writing horror. If you haven't played the game yet, you should because it's awesome and scary as shit. Nearly pissed myself a couple of times.

Toodle-loo.

-triptocaine