Act II
The entire site rumbled as Harry's body was reduced to less than ashes. Venom leaped out of the construction site fell upon itself. He put his arms out to balance himself on the sand as it rippled outward into the crowds around them. He could sense that Mary Jane was safe. A web had caught her, forming a trampoline to keep her alive. He wanted to have the pleasure of killing her himself. He could sense the crowds screaming, running, the fear suffocating them. The sand was being pulled away, keeping the people safe. Marko's doing, he supposed. He wondered if even a single bone in his body hadn't been reduced to oblivion. He was more concerned by Sandman.
"Brock!"
Speak of the devil. The man appeared from the cloud of sand, no more than normal Flint Marko. Not giant monster Marko. The Sandman was just a man. Or at least normal sized. The sand was high above the sky, not doing a single thing for him. The entire sewer was revealed underneath them, the rest of the sand becoming moist mud, and flowing throughout all of New York.
"Marko…we're done here…"
"Those people…you never said anything about them…"
"What didn't I say about them?"
"They weren't supposed to die! They were innocents, Venom! Innocents!"
"So?"
Marko glared at Venom for a few moments more. What was this man so worried about? He killed the man's uncle, didn't he? That was what drove Spidey to attack him, and that attack drove Sandman to want to get him out of the way. Violence was a chain that never ended. What a pity.
The sand was like a whirlpool, falling into the sewers below, turning into nothingness. Venom wondered whether or not that sand was still part of Sandman. Perhaps the man would be torn apart into so many different pieces he'd never come back.
"One day," Marko continued, "You may know about the values of innocents…"
Venom was ready to attack Marko back. He was ready to fight. He wasn't ready, or even prepared, when Marko turned around, and walked away.
"What are you doing?!" Venom snarled, "Aren't we going to fight?"
"Why? Why should I fight you…? We shouldn't of even fought Spider-Man…"
"What!?" Venom snarled, "He ruined my life!"
"No, Brock…that was your doing alone…from what you told me…you were an idiot long before—"
"SHUT UP!!!"
Venom was consumed by rage. He had no control over himself now. It was as though he was watching a movie from his eyes, but was still so disconnected from the scenario. He watched as his arm smashed through Sandman's skull, smashing it into the sewers. He watched it torn into the water as the rest of his body began to turn to sand.
Venom dodged the hammer of sand. He blocked the block, smashing it away from his body, ripping his arm out of its socket in the process. It flew into the sewer, flying into nothingness.
Where was he going to reform now? There wasn't enough sand left of him…he would collapse soon enough.
Which he did.
His body drifted into the air, flying into the air into clouds. But than it shook, and separated into several directions. Some sank back to Earth. Some rose to the Heavens. Others just made a strange looking fog in the air.
Venom didn't lush in victory like he had with Parker or Osborn. He just stood there, staring at it. What had he done? He felt a chill flow through his spine as he fell to his knees. He hadn't intended on killing Venom like this. It was dismemberment. He had torn him apart. And he hadn't done it. His suit had. It had to. He wouldn't have dismembered Parker, would he? He just let him explode is all.
"You evil…"
Venom turned to see a mane of red before grabbing Mary Jane Watson by the throat an arm's length away. He relinquished her quickly, and turned away. He was going to kill her. There was no point. There could be no point now.
"Get back her! YOU BASTARD!!!!" He felt a brick smash into his back. He felt fury burst inside his chest like a monster. But he resisted it with all his being. HE had to suppress the monster within. He jumped into the air, and swung on his web away.