Spider-Man jumped from roof to roof with Logan and Laura in tow. He could have web swung, but following him might be difficult in such way.

Both father and daughter were agile as they jumped from one building to another. Their leaps were higher than what a human could perform. Laura leaped farther and more gracefully from what he could see, while what surprised him the most was Logan.

Spider-Man knew Logan had a skeleton of indestructible metal called adamantium. What boggled his mind was how when he landed, Logan made little to no sound. Concerning his weight, Peter thought resounding stomps should be heard, but Logan was as silent as a ninja and Laura too.

Spider-Man took the two to a building near his own apartment. It was an abandoned one, had a bathroom, and hence, was perfect for relaxing or when the call of nature proved too much for the superhero. Furthermore, he had stashed some food and extra web fluids in there. You never know when you could run out while dodging bullets, sand, horns, whips or tails.

Spider-Man pointed at a window of a unlit building. "There it is, guys. My secret hideout."

Looking at the two, Spider-Man saw both were not even the least bit impressed. Spider-Man felt annoyed. "It's cozier inside."

"Whatever," Logan said, Spider-Man noticing Laura stayed silent throughout the run. "How do we get there? I think I can jump and use my claws to get to the window."

"No, please," Spider-Man said. "The last thing I want is people to question why there are claws marks near the window and come to the room to check it out."

"So what now?"

"I carry you two one by one."

"No way."

"Why not?"

"I am not going to be carried by you."

"Logan, we can go back and forth for the entirety of the night."

"…Fine."

"Glad you agreed," Spider-Man said in a cherry voice.

Peter grabbed Logan by the waist while Logan draped an arm over him. "You are enjoying this, aren't you?"

Spider-Man threw a web-line. "Nope."

Spider-Man jumped off with Logan and found his line sagged from the weight of Logan. It was the first time Spider-Man felt Wolverine's weight. He knew adamantium was dense but now felt it. The web didn't snap, but they both went with a lot of momentum. Nearing the wall, Spider-Man released the line and stuck to the wall using his feet and left hand.

He gave a groan as he felt the force. "Okay, that was fun. Wolvie, maybe you should cut back on the pizzas, you know."

"I am so close to slicing you," Logan said.

"There, there. Everything's alright. Spidey is here. Now, go through the window and be a good boy. I will be right back."

Logan opened the window and scrambled inside. As Spider-Man went for Laura, he heard a thud and followed by a swear behind him making him snicker.

He landed on the roof where Laura was standing in the rain, his arms folded.

This is not awkward. This is not awkward.

"Uh, your turn," Spider-Man said.

Spider-man thought she would keep staring at him, but to his surprise moved beside him. Great, Pete. Now you are embarrassed to even touch her.

Spider-Man knew the awkwardness would increase if he didn't say something in the next one second.

"Alright, Laura. Uh, grab on to my neck," Spider-Man said.

Laura put her arms around Spider-Man while he didn't move an inch like a bomb would blow up if he did.

"Okay, don't wring my neck," Spider-Man said and jumped and braced himself for the weight. But the weight never came. Spider-Man was now just plain confused. Laura's weight felt just like any normal person's to him. He thought she had adamantium in her bones. Was he wrong?

Landing on the wall, Spider-Man looked at Laura. "Spidey express has reached the window. Please, while departing, be sure to have all your belongings and watch for the gap towards the window."

Laura stared at him, but it was not a hostile look. She looked concerned for him. "Hehe, uh, I am not crazy. It was just a joke, yeah."


Inside the apartment, all three of them made themselves comfortable, or as comfortable as they could have made themselves. There were no chairs in the apartment. The only furniture was a bed in the bedroom and a fairly old and thin table in the living room. There was no water nor lighting. Spider-Man had to light an electric lantern he had kept.

What Peter did have was a mat which he spread in the living room. He didn't feel anything before, but now there were other people, he felt a little stupid for not having any proper furniture. "Sorry, haven't worked on the home decor yet and also, I don't have any clothes or towels for you."

"Don't sweat it. We are not really guests," Logan said as he ignored the mat and sat against a corner. "You won't have any cigars here, would you?"

"Nope," Spider-Man said. "Why would I have cigars? I don't want cancer."

Laura leaned against the wall beside Logan. She still had the frown on her face.

Now, in the better light of the room, Peter could see her and found she looked pretty. She seemed close to his age too. But, the thing which made him gawk was the amount of leather adorned on her. She was wearing a leather jacket over a black vest, leather pants, and leather thigh-high boots. Peter didn't judge people for what they were wearing but at the moment only one thing went through his mind. Emo.

"You really like leather, eh?" Spider-Man muttered.

She gave him a dirty look.

Spider-Man put his hands up. "Forget what I said. Logan, care to explain why Laura has enhanced version of your feelings towards me?"

"I am right here," Laura said, breaking her silence. "You attacked us."

"No, I didn't. You attacked me. Nearly killed me, remember?" Spider-Man countered.

"You attacked us before and that time I just tried to take your legs out."

A look of deadpan was hidden under Peter's mask. "Not feeling any better…"

"The thing is," Logan said in a loud voice, catching both of their attention. "She made a mistake. She thought you were somebody else, the son of a bitch who attacked us."

"Language, Wolvie, there are youngsters here."

There was a distinct sound of 'sknit'. "I am not a kid."

"Is she always like this?" Spider-Man asked with a tired sigh.

"Well, it is you, webhead," Logan shrugged and got serious. "Back to the topic. What happened was Laura and I was making our way through the city, keeping out of sights and out of trouble. We happen upon an alleyway when this, this thing jumps on out of nowhere and tears my neck a new one."

"Wait, it bit you?" Spider-Man asked, trying to think of super-villains who bite people.

"No, it tried to eat me."

"What?" Spider-Man said, standing up. "What was it?"

"I didn't see it," Logan said. "Laura scared it away and the only thing I could see, craning my bleeding neck, was a shadow crawling away on the walls."

"It was dressed in all red and was fast," Laura added.

"And your first guess was me?" Spider-Man asked.

"No, bub— listen, the thing is, the creep smelled like… you. Still didn't think it was you."—Logan gave a frown towards Laura—"Laura, on the other hand, decided to take off after him without listening to me first."

Logan continued. "Kid, how many times have I told you to listen to me? You can't go by yourself here."

"I can handle myself, Logan," Laura said without meeting his eyes.

'Logan'? Oh boy, things seem to be not so swell between the two.

"It is not handling yourself, Laura. It is about listening to your superiors. You attacked Spider-Man and God knows what you would have done."

"He is the one," Laura said, raising her voice. "As you said, he smells the same and I smell blood on him. Traces which must have been washed in the rain. His whole body reeks of it."

Logan narrowed his eyes at Laura's tone. "That's the smell of his own blood."

Laura wasn't fazed. "Now you can distinguish the smell of blood?"

"No, and I don't need to. I know him. It either is his or… somebody caught in an accident."

The sound of a clap made the attention return to the third occupant.

"I am here too you know," Spider-Man said. "Aside from you two creepily smelling me, stop doing that by the way, I think I have a cannibal on my hands roaming the city for all we know."

Spider-Man walked back and forth, thinking of what to do. Every second was precious here. There was another lunatic roaming freely in the streets. But, there was one other question.

"What are you guys doing here anyways?" Spider-Man asked. "No offense if you are sightseeing, but I get a feeling you are not here to taste the local hot-dogs or go singing in the rain."

"We were really here to do some sightseeing," Logan said, making Laura give Logan a look of annoyance.

"Wait a minute? Really?" Spider-Man asked surprised.

"Yeah, it was not raining like this in the day. I wanted La—"

"We are wasting time here," Laura spoke, catching both their attention. "I think we have seen enough. Let's get the hell out of here."

A small displeasure went through Logan's face. Peter himself was getting annoyed at Laura's hostility. But, he could not blame her. If she was anything like Wolverine, then she was distrustful. She still didn't trust him and neither did Logan at the start.

"I am sorry you two had to go through such an experience," Spider-Man said, guilt in his voice. "Honestly, I don't even know such a dangerous person was here. I think I will have to patrol the night in search for him."

"We will help," Logan said and brandished his claws. "Got a score to settle."

"Um, let's not get dicey," Spider-Man said. "And really, you don't need to. This is my responsibility."

"Don't give me the 'responsibility' sthick. We can help you track him faster and cover more ground at the same time."

Spider-Man seemed he was going to object, but he closed his mouth at the last part. "Fine, but no killing and thanks for the assist."

"What do we do? This is your city," Logan asked.

"We split up," Spider-Man said, having both of their attentions. "I will take the east section while you guys take the north."

"That is good and all, but can you really find him in this rain?"

Spider-Man knew it to be true. He knew New-York like the back of his hand, but it didn't help here.

"You are right," Spider-Man said. "One of you should come with me. It might be easier to track. I think Laura should come with me."

"What?" Spider-Man asked, confused.

"You trying to put moves on her?" Logan asked.

"Wha-what? No, no, no. You, you got it wrong!" Spider-Man said, embarrassed and sputtering over his own words. It didn't help Laura was giving him the evil eye. "I thought I could web swing with one to make it faster. I would take you Wolvie, you are quite fetching, but you are too heavy from what I know from before. But hey, if you were lighter, you would be my pick any time—okay, I get it. Put the claws away, please."

Logan gruffed re-sheathing his claws. "Don't try anything."

"Hey, I am not such kind of person," Spider-Man said, taking out his cell-phone from the small compartment on his waist. "Do you have a cellphone on you?"

"I have," Laura said, pulling it out of her jacket. It was still dry.

"Uh, great. We, uh, should exchange numbers to you know, contact each other if we find anything, yeah." Spider-Man said, feeling the embarrassment from Logan's earlier remark.

"Didn't you just say you were not 'such kind of person'?", Logan asked, folding his arms.

"For God's sake, Logan, stop making this more embarrassing!"


Spider-Man and Laura had exchanged their numbers. Laura's phone was handed over to Wolverine who put it inside his coat.

"Alright," Spider-Man said."We should head—"

Spider-Man's phone started ringing. He checked it and slapped himself hard on the face.

"What's the matter, Spider?" Logan asked, concerned.

"I, I gotta take this. This will just take a minute," Spider-Man said, moving into the bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Peter picked up the incoming call, pulling up his mask to talk. "Hello, Aunt May?"

"Peter," the concerned voice of May Parker came over the cell which made Peter close his eyes and grit his teeth. "Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I am so, so sorry, Aunt May. I, I, forgot."

"It's ok, dear."

"It's not okay. This is what, the seventh time?"

"Peter, it happens. I know you could never keep me waiting if you knew."

A deep sorrow came upon Peter. He was supposed to visit Aunt May tonight yet he forgot. "I am so sorry."

"Oh, shut up you. It is raining cats and dogs today. I wouldn't want you to catch a cold for me."

I would catch a thousand bullets for you, Aunt May, he didn't say.

Peter hated himself. "I will definitely come tomorrow."

"Of course, I will be waiting. You are at your apartment, right?"

Peter didn't like to lie—"Yes, I am."—but, he could not say where he was and trouble her more.

"Good, now go to sleep. Your boss must have made you run through the whole city taking pictures of Spider-Man."

Peter chuckled at his aunt's accurate guess. Jonah had been running him all day today. "Well, I gotta go now, Aunt May. Will see you tomorrow, I promise."

"Good night, Peter."

Peter ended the call, his fist was white. He felt like trash for making Aunt May wait and not even come. He reprimanded himself, trying to shift his attention to larger happenings. There was a killer on the loose, he told himself. He had to find him.

Peter fixed his mask and went back to the living room to find only Laura standing there. She had her arms folded; tapping away at her elbow.

Spider-Man looked around and sighed. "He went, didn't he?"

Laura nodded. "Are we going now?"

"Yeah, we are. He has the phone?"

Laura nodded.

"Time for patrol," Spider-Man said.


It was ten p.m. Spider-Man swung through the city with Laura on his back. He had made sure to make her torso stick to him, so she wouldn't slip, his suit became very slippery when wet. It took a bit of focus to do this, but not enough to strain him. The rain was still raging on.

Spider-Man kept his eyes on the ground. In these situations, Spider-Man really loved his spider-sense. When chasing bad guys or searching, he could focus on observing and not on where he was aiming. It was like auto-pilot.

"Hm, all seems good," Spider-Man mused to himself. "What does your super nose say, Laura?"

"There are many smells, but not of the red one."

"You sure my smell is not making it harder. You did say the person smelled like you."

"Yes," Laura said. "But now I can notice the subtle difference. …I made a mistake."

"Hey, no biggie, mistakes happen."

"Not from me."

"Perfectionist, are we?"

"…"

Spider-Man sighed. There she goes bottling up again.

"You really are Wolverine's daughter," Spider-Man said.

"Huh?"

Spider-Man throws a web-line and swings down and up, the air and rain cool against his mask. "Just the way you two act. 'I am tough, don't mess with me, bub.'"

The impression was exaggerated. Laura felt like the person she was with was a total fool. "You are an idiot."

Spider-Man laughed which confused Laura. He performed a mid-air roll, making Laura tighten her hold on his neck.

"Stop that!" Laura said.

"Oops! I got carried away, sorry."

"Why did you laugh?" Laura asked.

"Hm, what?"

"I called you an idiot, but you laughed."

"Oh, that. Well, everybody considers me an idiot. Even I do at times. But what made me laugh was Logan said the same thing. Sure, he was swearing at me, but it was pretty much the same. Oh, also trying to cut me in two."

"Logan and you were enemies?" Laura asked, intrigued.

"Not enemies enemies. More like 'why you are so angry and trying to kill me, I am innocent, eat this web' enemies. Now that I think about it, isn't this how we met too?"

Laura snorted.

"You can open your eyes, you know," Spider-Man said, trying to hide a snicker.

"What?"

"You have them closed since the beginning."

"How did you—"

"Saw it when passing by a glass building. Do you want me to go slower?" Spider-Man asked in a gentle voice.

"I am not afraid of heights."

"As you say," Spider-Man said, as he made a turn. His eyes grew wide and he said in a voice full of boyish awe. "Whoa, Laura, you gotta see this. Look down."

Laura tried to give a scoff, but it died midway when she opened her eyes and saw the view before her.

They had come upon a very bright section of New York. Spider-Man dubbed it the Sunny Corner. Yellow, red and orange lights were given off by the buildings. Spider-Man always felt it looked beautiful, but now it was just mesmerizing to both of the airborne superheroes.

The falling rain acted like a veil, blurring the lights which were being reflected everywhere. Raindrops looked like they had light in them, small yellow dew falling onto the ground below. The vision before them was a sight to behold.

Spider-Man swung them to a nearby building and they gazed at the marvel of rain and light.

Spider-Man took out his cell-phone. "Please don't die, please don't die."

Meanwhile, Laura's eyes scanned the overall place. She had never seen a sight before. It was breathtaking and… she liked it. She absorbed the view as if trying to paint it in her mind forever.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Spider-Man said beside her pulling her out of her trance-like state. "It is amazing to see New York can look like this. It makes me happy."

Laura couldn't mistake the tone of sadness in Spider-Man's voice. She was confused at such an emotional change from the masked protector. She wondered about the face behind the mask.

It took a moment before Spider-Man saw Laura staring at him instead. Oh god, did I say something weird?

"Um, isn't it weird? We were fighting each other a while ago in the dark and now, look at us, enjoying a view in the lights. Makes you wonder, doesn't it?" Spider-Man said in a carefree voice, making cartoonish hand gestures.

Before Laura could say anything, Spider-Man's phone started vibrating in his pocket. "Hello, who is this?"

"It's me, Webs."

"Oh Logan, did you find anything?" Spider-Man asked, catching Laura's attention.

"Found more than what I wanted," Logan said with a sigh which made Spider-Man nervous. He steadied himself.

"We are coming. Where are you?"


Spider-Man flew through New York fast. In every swing, he pulled on his web-line, increasing his momentum faster and faster. He was traveling quicker than the cars. Laura focused on her surroundings.

"I smell Logan," Laura called out and pointed. "There, the alleyway."

"Alleyways aren't good news," Spider said in a grim voice.

Spider-Man slowed down and dropped on the alley without a sound. Laura got off from his back and looked around. Her enhanced eyes saw Logan standing few feet in front of them in dark. Spider-Man saw him too. They walked towards him. "Logan, what did you—"

Spider-man cut himself off when he saw the dark patches swirling on the wet floor.

Blood?" Spider-Man asked, looking down and gasped.

It is," Laura said, finding a pool of blood mixed with the water below her feet.

"Is, is this the red one's?" Spider-Man asked.

Logan turned to look at them, his face sorrowful. Spider-Man and Laura saw a body lying before him. From the clothes, she looked like a homeless woman. She was staring above with mouth agape. His neck was bloodied. It was torn apart. "I am sorry, Spidey."

"No," Spider-Man whispered.

Laura went past a shaken Spider-Man and kneeled to take a look at the woman. A horrified expression was stuck on the woman's face. She sniffed and among the odor of the woman and her blood, she found the smell. "It is the red one's work."

Laura touched some of the blood. "Still warm, less than twenty minutes."

"Logan, what happened?" Spider-Man asked as he stared at the lifeless body of the woman. I could have saved her…

"I had caught a scent of it. Was following it before I heard this woman's scream. When I got there, bastard had been chomping on her neck. It jumped away as soon as it saw me," Logan said, leaning on the wall. "It was not human. It had a jaw full of teeth and lenses like yours, Spider-Man."

"Lenses like mine," Spider-Man muttered, a horror starting to grow in him. "But, the symbiote is gone."

"What are you talking abou—" Laura's speech was cut short. She saw a shadowy figure descend upon the unsuspecting superhero. "Spider-Man, watch out!"

Laura's voice speared into Peter's head. Danger? But my spider-sense…

He saw it. A darker shadow upon his own his own on the ground.

Spider-Man rolled forwards as a figure dropped on his previous spot, impaling the ground with some sort of spear.

Logan and Laura both unsheathed their claws.

"Fucker! You were still here!" Logan growled.

The figure came into the little light coming from the streets. Laura was not believing the monstrosity ahead of her. She had seen some pretty horrifying things, but the thing before her made a shiver travel up her spine. It was a humanoid looking creature, covered in blood-red muscles from head to toe. As Logan said, its eyes were like Spider-Man's but they moved. It was disgusting to him. Furthermore, its mouth was filled with teeth, not rows of teeth, but the whole mouth was brandishing miniature spears.

"What the fuck is this thing?" Laura asked.

"Venom?" Spider-Man asked, not believing it was back.

A sound came out the creature. As it grew, it turned into a disturbing laughter. There was nothing human about it. It was guttural and sharp as fingernails on a chalkboard.

"No, Spider-Man," It said. "We are not Venom. We are different. We are strong. We are deadly. We are Carnage!"

"I have heard enough," Logan said and went for the creature.

Carnage gave a sound which sounded like a giggle. He raised up the spear and it shook and deformed, turning into a hatchet.

Too slow, Logan thought but he was wrong.

In a split second, Carnage brought down the hatchet, his earlier slowness probably meant as a trick. There was no way for Logan to dodge it so he brought up claws against the arc of the blade. The blades struck the claws and a loud clank resounded throughout the alley.

"You tasted good," Carnage said in glee, his other hand forming into a sword-like weapon. "I am gonna eat ya!"

Logan gritted his teeth. He could not move while he was holding off the blade. This thing is too strong!

From the corner of his eyes, Logan saw two web-lines stick to the walls and knew what was coming. In less than a second, two feet struck Carnage's head with so much force, Logan felt it vibrate on his claws.

But, it didn't work. Carnage stood undaunted and Spider-Man found his feet were being held in place by the symbiotic substance. "Spider-Man, you join too. Our hunger is large."

A slithering and slimy long tongue protruded out from Carnage's mouth, trying to lick Spider-Man. Spider-Man webbed Carnage's mouth in disgust.

"Nope, spiders and wolverines are off the menu," Spider-Man said as he struggled to free himself. Carnage had pulled off the web without any effort, but Peter didn't need to wait long.

Laura came dashing and jumped towards the wall. She then kicked off it, and cut both arms of Carnage clean off of him.

Spider-Man felt the hold weaken and shooting a web-line behind, pulled himself away. Logan retreated back himself.

Instead of showing any pain, a grin was planted on Carnage's face. Before Laura knew it, the two limbs had turned to slime and jumped on her back, starting to spread through her clothes into her skin.

"Get off me!" Laura shouted as she started to claw at the red viscous fluid. She had forgotten about Carnage, and before she knew it, his jaw was upon her, large enough to gobble her head.

Laura felt a something stick to her back and before she knew it, she was pulled back, her feet leaving the ground. Carnage bit the air instead and snarled.

Spider-Man caught Laura in his arms. She was still trying to pull off the goop. "Hang on, Laura."

Spider-Man grabbed the symbiote. It was slippery, but he made it stick to his hands and pulled. It started to tear off like dried glue from the hand; a glue which cut you.

Spider-Man sucked through his teeth. The symbiote was slashing little cuts in his hands and they hurt. Soon, all the slime left Laura's body and Spider-Man threw it away.

The mass struck the main body… which was dashing straight for Spider-Man!

"Oh, n—oof!"

Carnage's right arm struck Peter's stomach and Carnage jumped. Both flew right out of the alley and into mid-air New York street. Spider-Man hadn't even gasped when Carnage moved his hand and threw him straight at the building.

"Webhead!"

"Spider-Man!"

The concerned shouts of Logan and Laura were lost in the rain.

Like a rag-doll, Spider-Man's back struck the wall and was followed by his head. Two small craters appeared where he hit the wall. Spider-Man felt dizzy as he tried to think through the excruciating pain in his stomach and head. He could hear people shouting. Out of the corners of his eyes, he saw two red tendrils embed the wall at his sides.

Peter knew what was coming. Move, Parker!

Spider-Man stuck his hands above him and pulled with all his might. As soon as he moved out of the crater, Carnage struck it with such a force which made a tremor go through the whole building. Spider-Man looked down at Carnage's grin looking up. Tears sprung to Peter's eyes as his back and head felt like they were on fire.

"H-hey, it's my technique. Make your own," Spider-Man said, trying to hide the pain.

"You are fast, Spider, but we are faster!"

"Let's dance, ugly."

Carnage was strong, there was no question about it, but faster was another entire thing. Carnage jumped up at Spider-Man, jaw open. Spider-Man jumped horizontal, making Carnage miss, and shot two web-lines and pulled himself to deliver another dropkick to Carnage. Carnage moved away. Gotcha!

Spider-Man shot two web lines above Carnage and pulled. Carnage was too slow to stop his ascend and so his face was struck right into the wall by Spider-Man's feet.

Carnage was left disoriented by the kick, but Spider-Man was not done. He gave a quick look at the city below. Some people were watching their fight from the streets, but the road was empty.

He crouched on Carnage's head and pushed off, going like a missile. Behind him, two web-lines connected to Carnage's back flailed, and a second before they went taut, Spider-Man pulled.

Carnage, uncharacteristic to what attitude he showed before, screamed in surprise as he was pulled off the wall.

Spider-Man swung Carnage like a rock connected to a thread. As the ground came closer, so did the rock to the ground.

"The bigger they are, the harder they slam!"

A thunderous sound erupted when Carnage struck the road. A small dust cloud gathered and as people backed away, terrified of the red creature laid on the ground.

Spider-Man fell into a crouch a few feet away from Carnage. He tried to stand up, but he nearly screamed when his stomach felt like it was going to spill over. The shivers spread across Spider-Man's hands and thighs. Spider-Man didn't cough for he felt he would vomit from the pain.

"Spider-Man!" Laura called out as she kneeled beside him. Logan stood at his other side eying Carnage. "Are you alright?"

"I, I am good," Spider-Man said in short breaths.

"You look like you will roll over any moment."

"Aw, is Laura worried about me? I am so blessed," Spider-Man said.

Laura rolled her eyes and helped Spider-Man to his feet.

"Webhead, Carnage is waking up," Logan said.

True to Logan's words, Carnage was up and he didn't look happy. Spider-Man looked around and found it had stopped raining.

"It hurt. We didn't like it," Carnage said in a drawl.

Spider-Man balled his fists. "Oh, it hurt? How dare you say it after how you killed the lady?"

"Hehehe," Carnage laughed. "You want to be a hero? Then, save them!"

Spider-Man eyes widened in realization. Oh no, I should have fought Carnage on the buildings and not bring him in the streets.

Carnage's body started to shake as he kept laughing. Five large globules separated from the main body and they took a more humanoid shape in the image of Carnage, all laughing mad. "Go, slaughter and eat!"

Spider-Man shouted. "Everybody, run!"

The minions of Carnage screeched as they started to chase after the running people. They went all up the streets.

"We have to save them," Spider-Man said, but Carnage stood ready.

"Laura, Spider-Man, go help the people," Logan said, cracking his neck. "Leave the freak to me."

"You sure?" Spider-Man asked eying Logan through the corner of his eyes.

"Damn sure, kid," Logan said.

"Be careful, Logan," Laura warned with concern.

Logan gave a grin and rushed forwards. Carnage was focused on Logan as the other two went to help the city-folk.

"Hey, bub," Logan said, claws twinkling. "I didn't like what you did before."

"I will eat you whole!" Carnage said, his face twisting into a mad smile.

Logan didn't flinch and neither did he back away. He closed the distance in a flash and performed a brutal slash at Carnage. The claws skimmed through Carnage's symbiotic flesh with little to no resistance.

Carnage growled. It was not the pain, it was the rush. He elongated his arms and used them like whips trying to strike Wolverine. It didn't help the fact they had very sharp edges.

Logan sidestepped the first swing as it stuck the ground, digging in the concrete. He knew he wouldn't be able to dodge most of them. Logan focused and stood in a stance. It was time for a different tactic.

Logan started parrying the arms like a swordsman. With his claws, he hit the heaviest section of them, the bladed edges as they were flung away.

Carnage started to grow annoyed when he saw his arms were not hitting. He wanted blood to spill. He needed blood to spill. He went into a frenzy, his arms spasmed everywhere. Logan's eyes tried to follow them, but they were fast.

As Logan was busy with the arms, he never saw the foot coming. When he did, he was too late as it plunged into his stomach. He gave a scream of pain and then, he got angry. He slashed at the offending limb, cutting it off like butter.

Before Carnage could integrate himself, Logan hacked away the arms and tackled him, crashing them into a grocery store.

Having Carnage pinned to the ground, Logan started to shove his claws to his sides. Logan felt something move on his chest and found himself thrown to the roof of the store by a solid red mass which had risen out of Carnage's chest.

Logan fell in a crouch and touched his abdomen. It was healed. "How did it taste, bub?"

"You will die," Carnage said

"Don't you know? I am the Wolverine!"

Wolverine ran. Carnage crawled. Both clashed, screaming at each other and going for the kill.

To Be Continued

A/N: Hope you guys are enjoying it so far. The next will be the last chapter. Do drop a review if you have any corrections or criticisms. A review just makes a writer's day.