Warning: Suicide attempt in this chapter. Purely fictional and based off the comics and nothing else.

A meteor, no bigger than the size of a basketball, plummets towards the earth, burning upon entering the atmosphere. The meteor falls through the black sky for about twelve minutes before it finally lands into the ocean near the Golden Gate Bridge. Sinking to the rock bottom, an oozy being detaches from the rock and swims towards the surface. When the meteor hit the ground, another oozy being removed itself from the space rock and tried catching up with the being above it. It was unsuccessful as the waves swept the ooze away and out in the distance, the initial ooze failing to notice.

The ooze surfaces and made its way towards one of the piers. It used its liquid-like form to stick up and climb up the pier like a spider, making its way all the way to the top.

Six months have passed, it was the second week of April. Actually, today was his twenty-sixth birthday and it was his first birthday after his official divorce in January. Eddie's life still had not taken a turn for the best. He was even more depressed than ever. No one recognized him anymore, lost his job, house, and can barely get a dollar or a can of ravioli and as a result, he went to bed in a sticky, unclean bed hungry almost every night. Eddie could no longer take any more of this and was ready. He looked at his watch and the current time was six-ten p.m., but the sun already set and it was nighttime.

This was the main reason why he was standing over the edge of the top of the Golden Gate Bridge. The tip of his shoes was half an inch over the edge. Eddie looked down as he leaned back against the railing, the ocean is no more than seven hundred and something feet below him. The wind was trying its hardest to knock him over, but he had his hands wrapped around the railing. He was inhaling and exhaling deeply as he contemplated his action.

"No one's going to miss me," he told himself aloud. "Anne might miss me, but she has Dan. Father won't miss me, and I am pretty sure that the fan in New York might miss me." He still wondered what was going on with that one kid in New York. That one boy in New York, he forgot what his name was, - started with a P - but that kid was the very last fan that he ever spoke to directly before getting on the plane to leave to San Francisco. Three days after making it into San Francisco and interviewing Kasady, two weeks pass and he goes on trial. The boy swears that he would see both the trial and interview, and if he did see both, he would wonder what the boy would think of him now.

"That's all in the past and doesn't matter anymore." He tightened his grip around the rails as he looked down. "No one is going to miss me for what I truly am. They'll only be sorry for me, or something else. But nobody is going to miss Eddie for Eddie."

Unknown from him, out of his eye line, the black ooze climbs to the top the pier and makes it all the way up to Eddie's position. It quietly crawls over to him like water, sensing and studying the human while it does. It didn't care much about this person, only that the host was a perfect match for symbiosis.

If anything, Eddie is more than a perfect host for the black symbiote. Eddie's blood type - A positive - his healthy immune system, and his working five senses made him compatible with all the requirements for the symbiote. It required a host to survive and from the looks of it, this man was about to commit suicide. If he didn't do anything about it, then they both were going to die.

It slithered like a snake over to Eddie's feet, climbing through the railing and up his shoes and pant legs.

Eddie wasn't going to wait another second. He sighs for one last time, takes one last breath of air, closes his eyes, and disconnects his hands from the railing. He plummets down to the ocean, letting his body go limp.

Meanwhile, the symbiote was entangling himself over Eddie's body, liquefying itself and entering his bloodstream through the membrane, working itself in its body to quickly do something so they both survive the fall. Eddie was lost in his thoughts, his entire life flashing before him as his weightless body carried him through the air.

He splashed into the water, Eddie's eyes remained closed and complete darkness overtaking him. Slowly, like a balloon descending, he sinks to the bottom of the ocean, not a single muscle moving, his life slowly being drawn away. He somehow survived the impact, but he was going to let himself drown. He couldn't feel the painful effects of a lack of air and he laid there peacefully and allowed himself to wait there to die slowly, yet painlessly and peacefully.

Eddie's eyes shot open and he gasped for air. He sits up and pants heavily like a hammer against his chest. He looks around him and sees that he was on land, laying on a field of green grass and that his jeans and sweater were soaked in ocean water. "What?" He wipes the water out his face with his hands then his elbow then proceeds to stand up and wander around aimlessly. "What just happened?" he inquired himself. "I fell from the top of the Golden Gate Bridge and I'm still alive and I have no broken bones?" He stomped his foot on the ground to convince himself that his bones were intact. "I'm wet, and I'm land. What the hell just happened to me?" He looked at his wet hands and grabbed his hair in confusion.

He moved over towards a tree and sat against it and focused on steadied his breathing. "Did I just cheat death?" A whole bunch of ideas ran through his mind on how he survived falling and drowning. "Ah man, this is nothing like Final Destination." One thought popped into his mind as a possible explanation and it made him look up into the sky. "Did you save me?"

From a young age, Eddie was always a believer in God and was even a Christian who went to church almost every Sundays. He hasn't been to one in a long time, not since his divorce. He remembered that as a Christian, you are not allowed to commit suicide so he began speculating that maybe He spared him for trying to commit unholy suicide.

'Eddie,' a voice in his head spoke to him. Eddie jumped a little in surprise followed by yelping in horror, looking around for the source. When he found nobody, he slapped himself several times hard across the face, turning his cheeks red.

"Can't be real," he told himself as he continued to slap himself. "Nothing but a voice in my head." He slaps himself harder and actually caused himself real pain. "OW!"

'Stop hurting yourself,' the voice urged again. 'You're not the puppet master trying to hurt yourself, I'm the puppet master trying to make the puppet slap himself.'

Eddie collapsed to his knees painfully and held himself from falling forward by his hands. He buries his face into the grass and grips his wet and slick hair in frustration over the voice. "I must be hearing voices!" he shouted, but it came off a loud mumble due to his face being buried in the grass. "I must be hearing voices," he repeated his conclusion louder than the first time, his sentence become more clear. "The fall must've given me a concussion and I am hearing voices." He leaned back as he sat on his knees and chuckled over the speculation. "Nobody is talking to me, only myself."

'You are hearing voices, but you aren't hearing voices.'

Eddie jumped to his feet and rubbed his temples. "This is not happening; I am not going schizophrenic."

'SCHIZOPHRENIC?!'

Eddie was launched far back into the tree and what felt like a weight pinned itself to Eddie's body and was crushing him like a rock crusher. Like trying to lift a car, Eddie turned from his struggle to pull his arm away from the tree. His arm just snapped back against the tree and he was sighing and panting in exhaustion. "I know that God isn't doing this."

'Not God,' the voice said once more. 'But from what I gathered, you God is a true savior. My god is a fuck.'

Suddenly, something black was forming on Eddie's chest. He looked down with terror and his breathing quickened. The black ooze was taking the form of a black spider and a tendril extended and made a face on the end. This face looked Eddie in the eyes directly and it most certainly terrified him. This being had milky white eyes with no visible pupils, razor-sharp teeth with a smile that extended seemingly from ear to ear.

"What the hell are you?" Eddie asked quietly as fear vanished from within and was replaced with curiosity and even concern (if that was the right word to use).

"I am Venom," the being said in a deep voice. "And you...are mine."

"What are you exactly?"

"I am a Klyntar," Venom said proudly. "From the planet, Klyntar. I am the 998th generation of my family's bloodline.

"What?" Eddie shook his head upon hearing the name of the planet. "No such planet."

"No such planet in your galaxy," Venom corrected. "I am so happy to have found you, Eddie."

Eddie tilted his head to the side, curious of the being even more now that he knew his name. "How do you know my name?"

"I know everything about you, Eddie," he answered with hints of arrogance in his voice. "I know everything about you, Eddie Brock. I dug inside your brain and it is dark in there and it smells like phenethylamine. That's what you humans call a brain chemical, right?"

"Is that supposed to be a good thing?"

"That brain chemical in there is..." He stuck his tongue out and made several slurping sounds. "Tasty."

"Venom," Eddie acknowledged him by his name. "What do you want from me? What could an alien parasite possible want from me?"

"What," Venom began with literal venom in his voice. "Did. You. Say?"

"I said 'what could an alien parasite possible want with me?'" He then felt his chest starting to cave-in. He groans in pain but suppresses his cries of agony. He still groaned loudly like a truck through his teeth. "What did I say?"

"You called me a parasite," the being snarled. "Don't ever call me a parasite. I don't consider my hosts expandable."

"Okay then," Eddie immediately took the word back. "I'm sorry, not can you let me go?" he gasped. Venom released Eddie from the tree completely and he fell to his side on the ground with panting breaths. "Wow, if I had known that today was going to end with me, being saved from attempted suicide by an alien, then I would've shot myself in my own home."

"But Eddie," Venom begged to differ. "You are too perfect of a host to throw away. I need you."

"What? Why do you need me?"

Venom contemplated whether he should tell the truth, or make up some elaborate lie. Back on Klyntar, he was never really much of a competent liar nor skilled in deception and he figured that if Eddie wouldn't see right through him immediately, he would definitely suspect him of hiding something. He went with his gut and decided to tell Eddie the truth and plus, after digging around in Eddie's head, he figured that if Eddie refused, then he could use this secret piece of information inside Eddie's head to get what he wants. "I need you to find my son."

"Your son?" Eddie questioned.

"Before you jumped off the bridge, I was on a rock floating through space, looking for planets that were inhabited with life so I can find and make up a mutual relationship between symbiote and host. On the plummet down to earth, I reproduced and my offspring must've been separated from me because I couldn't see him when I surfaced. Even as I'm saying this right now, I am terrified of my son's fate and I must find him. He is my firstborn."

Eddie bowed his head in sympathy before nodding. He understood the symbiote's intention and the waves that Venom was sending in his brain indicated that Venom was telling the truth. One question ringing out his mind was what would happen after Venom found his son. He was given less time to think because Venom urged him by saying…

"Making a decision already…" he paused for a brief second before he put on his tough-guy facade. "Dickhead."

Eddie had flashbacks of his father being the one to ignore him when he was trying to impress him. That was the whole reason he got into journalism in the first place; to impress his father. He can't remember the last time he was praised and it pained him to know that if he just sat there on the ground and did nothing to help the first non-terrestrial newborn on this planet, then that offspring just may never receive any praise from its father and Venom seemed like he would be a great father. That was only one out of two reasons why he was thinking this.

The second reason he was doing this has a darker background to it that he wasn't ready to share with anyone, but he was pretty sure that from Venom poking around his mind, he knew already.

"I'll help you, Venom," Eddie promised. "I will help you find your son and I will try to help you with your new life here on Earth if you plan on staying."

At a mental asylum called Sanae.

Cletus Kasady leaned back against his cushioned cell wall. Despite the face that Kasady received the guilty by insanity sentence, he was still tied up in his own cell due to his masochism disorder. He just sat there in the corner and used a paperclip he snuck from one of the nurses and began cutting himself in the calves with it. He actually made himself bleed but the wounds weren't fatal. Once he produced enough flesh wound blood, he used the tip of his finger - albeit with difficult - to write on his cushioned wall. He wrote the words. Not just random words, but names that held some meaning to him.

Unhcegila, a mythical Lakota serpent responsible for the mysterious deaths and disappearances for many people.

Then he wrote, Ahriman, a spirit of destruction from the Persian myths.

The last name he wrote was what he believed his real names was: Fallen Angel.

Growing up an anti-social boy, he found strange comforts in a book reading about the creation of Heaven and Earth, but what he valued more and thought was more satisfying was how easy it was to corrupt good. To him, the only natural place that seemed to exist regardless of whatever happens is Hell and he believes that the destruction of Earth is inevitable.

He believed that he was a fallen angel expelled from Heaven itself to act upon the destruction of Heaven and Earth, and raise up the armies and legacies of Hell and the Destruction of Earth itself.

When he looked up, he saw some kind of red substance leaking down his wall from the barred window. It rolls down the wall like a drip of water and onto the ground.

The red symbiote reacts upon seeing the tied up prisoner in the corner. He looks at him with interest and scans his physiology. Blood type A negative, his exceptionally strong immune system, and his hypersensitivity made him the perfect host. He thought the human was going to scream upon seeing him, but no fear was detected with him, which made it easier for the red organism to wrap itself around Kasady's leg and crawl up until it wrapped him completely in the ooze.

The red symbiote dug through Kasady's mind to get a sense and feeling as to what kind of person that Kasady was. When he dug into his brain, he found out that Cletus Kasady was completely incapable of feeling remorse, the proudest thing he has ever done was hollow out a man's head with tweezers and Kasady's only goal in mind was pure carnage. The red symbiote was looking for some kind of sentimental love for its host's father so that it could cross over to him, but he found none and the red symbiote found itself unable to feel sad without its father. The only perfect host within range and he just had to be a serial killer who thinks he's the Antichrist or something.

"What are you," the red symbiote asked inside Kasady's mind.

"The name's Cletus Kasady, but that is the question I should be asking you."

"I don't know my real name," the symbiote spoke. "I need a name. Will you give me a name?"

Kasady was thinking in his mind, trying to come up with a name for the red friend wrapping itself around him. He wasn't trying to be funny or anything; he was trying to think of a name that would stick with the nameless being forever. Only one name came to mind, except it wasn't actually a name. It was just a word that he promised to unleash upon that one reporter and everybody that he loved. "Carnage."

"Why?" the now named red symbiote asked in confusion like a little child. "Why such a name like that?"

"Because that is what I want to unleash upon everybody in this freaking city," Kasady explained. "I want to take over the world and cause as much destruction as possible. I want to kill, kill, and kill."

Carnage tried shrugging off these thoughts coming from his host, but they were too powerful. He was still young and he was bonding to a fifty-eight-year-old mature serial killer. He attempted fighting off the mad man's thoughts, but they took over his mind like a plague. Despite the protests, Carnage was starting to take influence from the killer. He still tempted to shrug off the bad vibes, but they still infected him. The only piece of its former self was its desire to look for its father.

"Carnage," Kasady called quietly. "Why so sad all of a sudden? My thoughts were running through your brain and you are getting sad already? I can't be that awful. Or maybe I can be that awful."

"I'm looking for somebody," Carnage stated to Kasady. "I'm looking for my father. We got separated on our fall down here."

" 'Down here,' are you some kind of alien?"

"I'm a symbiote dependent on a host to survive. I am starting to like you, Cletus."

"I'm starting to like the idea of an alien bonding to me."

"Can you help me?" Carnage remembered what his goals were. "Can you help me find my father?"

Kasady leaned back against the corner of the cushioned wall and smirked. "Why? Why should I help you? You claim you got separated from your father, but haven't you ever considered that maybe your father left you to die on purpose? Maybe your father never loved you or ever wanted you so he left you to die wherever you came from. I mean, you wouldn't be coming to me when you needed your father. What if your father left you to die because you were an embarrassment to him and he never loved you."

Those words hit Carnage on an emotional level. He was thinking back when he landed in the ocean. Venom just swam to the surface and didn't even notice Carnage, almost as if he was trying to leave him behind to die. It saddened Carnage over the thought of being abandoned by the one who brought him into this world in the first place. Venom probably wasn't even looking for him and that made all the sadness within him vanish and be replaced with the boiling rage laying dormant within Kasady.

Carnage growls in rage, almost crushing Kasady with his tendrils, as the final character traits of Kasady embedding themselves within his mind. Carnage sighed and mentally smiled. "Leaving me behind to die, Daddy, I hate you. Why don't we show you the true meaning of carnage?"

"I like that," he laughed. "I know a way how we can take over this city."

"Me too," Carnage grinned. "And it involves another symbiote already here on Earth."

"You actually eat brains?" Eddie asked in disgust as he spoke to his symbiotic friend. "Are you going to eat my brains? Are you going to eat my insides out like on Aliens?" Eddie was walking over a small bridge over the water just several miles off the Golden Gate Bridge. The symbiote was telling him where to go, guiding him through telepathy instead of telling him directly. Eddie just obeyed, but he wasn't going there in silence. Venom had told him a lot about his planet, Klyntar, and it seemed like a place that he wouldn't want to go there. And it also appeared that 'parasite' had a double meaning back on his planet of origin. The first meaning was a being that was too dumb and expendable to have a host, while the second meaning meant that he was a lowlife scumbag thief who got hung by their throats in public.

Venom chuckled in amusement, finding extreme delight in Eddie's discomfort. "If you were stupid and pathetic, then I would definitely eat your brains. Hell, I'm licking your brains right now and your brain tastes gross."

Eddie cringed upon making himself clear of what he just heard his parasite say. "You are licking my brain, oh god."

"Calm down, loser," Venom insulted. "Your brain taste like dirt anyway."

"Did you just call me a loser?" Eddie asked to make sure he was still hearing clear.

"I did, don't feel bad my pariah."

"Pariah, what the hell is a pariah?"

"You are an outcast, Eddie," Venom reminded. "You lost your job, wife, and your respect from your fans. I guarantee there is nobody in the entire world who wants to be a loser like you, Eddie, let alone be you."

"Leave me alone," Eddie voiced in annoyance mixed with anger over the insult. "Let's not forget I know what makes you tick."

Venom chuckled in his head, and then he put on a Freddy Krueger voice as he said his next words: "You've got the body, and I've got the brains."

"Oh man, now you're imitating my worst nightmare?" Eddie slapped himself on the forehead. "What is wrong with me for having a fear like that. As soon as I help you with your goal, then I am so going to get you someone else to be your host."

"I'm just kidding my second body. I don't want to be disconnected from you; you are way too perfect of a host. If anything, I will never find a better host than you."

"You'll probably eat me when I'm dead. Once I am sick or something, you'll dispose of me like a worm and feed on my carcass like a hungry lion."

"Tempting, Ed-Ed, but not my style. If we wanted to feed on your carcass, we would've done that already. No, we just want to be bonded to you, that's all. You are so far, our only good friend."

"Glad to know, but I just want you to know that since I am planning on committing suicide, I give you permission to feed on my corpse."

"That idea sounds really delicious, but we still need you walking on your two feet for now. And we should just about be up there in just a few more minutes."

Eddie finished walking over the bridge and when he realized that he was standing in front of an insane asylum, he started heading back. "No way, Jose. I am not going to a crazy house."

"My son back, remember, dickhead?"

"I remember, but I do not want to go back in there. There is a serial killer inside waiting to tear me to shreds."

"Don't worry, pussy," Venom reassured with an insulting voice. "As long as I'm around, I can save you from danger. Learn to trust me, Eddie, because I'm the only person you met that actually wants to 'stick' with you."

"Puns, at a time like this," he scolded. Venom influenced Eddie to walk towards the front gate against his will. "You don't love me for me, you only want my body so you can live. There is no love in there."

"I never said anything about love, you hopeless, romantic less, lovebird. My offspring is in the cell on the northeast corner of the building."

"Okay," Eddie hushed as he moved through the gate before stopping to see a big hole in the walls of the asylum. There was a dead guard in the corner near the door, blood splattered all over him. Eddie ran over to the corpse and felt for a pulse. "Oh crap, somebody slaughtered them. Somebody must've slaughtered everybody."

"Eddie," Venom warned of an incoming threat. "People with guns in a van driving up. They look like they want to shoot us."

Eddie turns around and sees two SWAT van pull up and about a dozen SWAT soldiers came out and aimed their guns at Eddie. The SWAT leader told Eddie to raise his hands and get down. Eddie tried to be civil as possible and raised his hands high above his head. The tingling feeling that Venom was sending through Eddie's head had him smiling like a happy camper.

"Gentlemen, I don't want to hurt you, but if you do not leave, then things are going to get violent." This wasn't Eddie talking, this was Venom talking with Eddie's voice to the SWAT officers. "You have no idea what we can do and it is going to make you all piss your pants. I can't think of a better way to introduce myself."

A white spider slowly starts to form across Eddie's chest.