Warning: There may be character OCCness! Please tell if I do any of it. If you then tell me what to do to fix it, I will be very happy! R&R
To be able to survive in such an accident prone city, you have to know something about the guys you might run into. Namely, the so-called 'super-villains' running around. A lot of them are just old men using high-tech for their own ends. One or two are men who just are misunderstood and want revenge. No biggie. Few actually have some resemblance of natural power themselves. What they were didn't matter. All would happily kill you.
There were so many out there that I'd heard about that only a few stuck out to me. The Rhino, Green Goblin...Carnage. He was one that had scared me the most when I reading a news article about him. He had killed hundreds of people they knew of and thousands more had been thought to be his victims. The guy used to be a Cletus Kasady before reappearing as a monster. The serial killer being in my school is not a good sign. Especially for his soon-to-be murder victim, yours truly.
Wriggling to get free won't work. I already tried that. I reluctantly turn to Slash. Little help here. The answer isn't positive. We're both going to die because of your stupidness. Great. Now I need something useful. Need help here now or we are both dying for sure. Carnage, being the rude killer he is, cut in our mind-to-mind conversation to start threatening us. Or rather, me.
"I'm on a schedule of murder and chaos right now. I can't afford to miss it, so I'm gonna give you the choice of how you're gonna die." He drops me on the ground after the short speech, stunning me. Stars dance before my eyes. When I recover, the chance to escape is gone. The red symbiote had merely dropped me to get a better grip on me, right side up. All the better to talk to without passing out. (I could still do that out of fear, but since that would mean letting Slash out to play, I try to avoid that.) He holds me by my shirt collar, sadistic eyes/patches/whatever boring into me. I close my eyes to avoid the glare so I can actually talk to my 'sister'. Slash? Her evil grin projects in my mind when she speaks back to me, leaving me sure that whatever she's come up with won't be good. For me or anyone else. Including Carnage. You could always let me out. It has been forever since I've had the chance to fight. Or do anything, for that matter. I physically shiver at the thought of Slash and Carnage having a fight in the middle of New York. Their combined efforts could probably destroy Lady Liberty. Not to mention, I don't really want to reveal to everyone here at school that I have a monster living inside of me.
"What will it be? Skinning or gutting?" Carnage again. He pulls his other arm in my limited view, transforming it into a blade. Smiling at the fear in my eyes, he runs the blade down the side of my body. If you're going to be selfish and rather die than let me have a last day alive in our body, then I guess I'll do something else to help us. Slash's barely disguised hatred would normally have no effect on me, but I care now that I'm about to be torn apart by a super-villain. This is not good if the only thing saving me right now is someone who hates my guts at the moment, and won't hesitate to kill me if it wouldn't kill her too.
"Give me your answer now, before I just kill you to be done with it." The entire conservation between me and Slash only took a few seconds at most, but Carnage is inpatient jerk. I slowly open my eyes a crack before swiftly shutting them again. The symbiote laughs at my fear, a twisted sound. His open mouth releases a dozen scents that should never see the light of day. My eyes squint and I grimace. "Do you ever brush your teeth? They smell like you drink from the school toilets." The remark flies out, unable to be stopped by any human means.
The sick laughter stops almost imminently as his jaw hangs in shock. He closes it, his stare now more intense than ever. Did you really just say that? I think. That face dares me to confirm it and talk some more. And I oblige him. "What, you don't brush your teeth? Of course you don't, you're too busy being a coward and beating up innocent girls. Betcha you can't face a real hero, like Spiderman." Not that I really care much for Spiderman, but I figure that Carnage, being a pretty big villain, has probably had a run in with him once or twice. Enough times to sting.
He blows up. One minute I'm just hanging there, waiting to either be skinned or gutted. My choice of death of those two is waiting to be fulfilled. The next minute, he shakes me so hard my brains feel like they're going to fall out. I get whacked against the walls a few times, hard enough for me to bleed. "Shut up, you *^$&!" is screamed in my face, exposing me even more to the smell of rotting meat within. What happens next is not entirely my fault. I had just eaten lunch ten minutes before science. I had just been shaken around like a bobblehead. Now I have one of the most disgusting smells known to mankind in my face. You can do the math.
I heave. I groan. I erupt forth my lunch onto part of his arm and the floor. His eyes narrow. Uh-oh. I made Carnage, one of the craziest people around, angry. I'm doomed. "You are gonna pay big, little girl." The villain says. He smiles, causing goosebumps run up my arms. Whatever his plan is, it ain't good for me or Slash. "I gave you the choice of skinning or gutting, right? How bout both at the same time?!" Is it just me or the blade where his other arm should be is sharper? By now, the scratches on my head have healed. I can only hope he doesn't notice that, because it would open a whole new world of torture. Slash? Right now, or we're going to die. Still I persist. If you figure out a way for me to live without directly involving you, I'll let you play for two months. That catches her attention. You have'ta keep that deal for me to tell you. She taunts. Fine! I swear by our mind bond and shared experiences that I will keep that deal with you, if only you save my butt right now! I can almost see her claws rubbing together in glee...
That is stupidest plan I've ever heard. I say after Slash tells me what I need to do. It won't be if it'll save your life. To that, I can concede.
To his credit, Carnage is a good guy with putting fear, no, panic, in you, but on smartness level of 10 being best? He's 3.2 at the most. Seriously. Any smarter guy would have just pinned me to something when he starts cutting. Carnage instead elects to hold me the way he's been holding me the whole time against the wall. Apparently he wants to feel me squirm and scream under the blade. Not this time bub.
The villain is so busy having fun scratching my collarbone with his claws of the hand gripping me that he doesn't notice the way my mouth slightly changes. Almost as if it is restructuring itself to hold a jaw of razor-sharp Slash fangs. But that would be silly. Ah, what the heck, that was exactly what it was doing. "Ready or not, here I come!" the insane symbiote grins, raising his sword/arm. It is barely starting to cut my left arm when I let loose on him. More specially, I bite him. Hard.
The effect is immediate; Carnage, the slaughter of so many, screeches in pain. Plus several more side benefits, of which one matters to me now. I am dropped onto the ground. Not the toss designed to stun your target that was used before on me, the honest straight drop down. The floor seems unnaturally slick as I clamber to my feet. My hands sweat a lot. I use the small opportunity given to tear down the hallway, the opposite direction of my classroom.
You may be wondering why a mouthful of human molars would have such a result on a tough, battle-hardened symbiote. The solution is simple: those weren't my teeth. I borrowed Slash's fangs to pull down much more than I could have with mine. It didn't hurt that I took him by surprise. Who expects their prisoner, just about broken, ready to die, to suddenly attack you? Only a really paranoid guy would think like that. Carnage is not on that list.
So it is of shock as much as pain making him squall now. I am far down the hall, far from the classrooms and Carnage. The screaming stops soon after I run. Great. Now I have an alien monster on my tail. One that can run much faster, is so much stronger, and isn't afraid to kill anyone in his way. Or not in his way.
A few things are in my advantage here, however. Number one: I know the building. Not that this matters a lot, seeing how a big guy like him can probably smash through the walls. Number two: I am slightly more faster and stronger than most humans. That was something I believe I got from Slash and our bonded bodies/minds. Nothing like a real powered mutant with one power or the other. (And no, I do not consider myself a mutant. The only thing makes me special or different is the family relationship with Slash.) Still could give a edge, by taking him by surprise. Number three: Carnage is angry. Very angry. You may think that's not a good thing, but for me, it is. The angrier your enemy is, the less likely they are to plan ahead. I learned that lesson with Slash and her ways. And I need every advantage I can get.
Five minutes later...
I run. Again. This is the third time he's nearly caught me. The first was by the drinking fountain. Second was when I stopped for a minute to catch my breath. Both times Carnage, climbing along the walls, almost takes me at my weakest. Both times chance saves me. I can now feel some sympathy for the poor deer being chased down by a tiger that I once saw on a nature show. It must have felt like I do now. Lungs burning. Tired. Weak. Doomed.
Don't give up. We're not dead yet. Slash urges me. Some of her concern is centered around her sister's well-being; the rest is the worrying fact that if we die, she doesn't get to collect her bet with me. Doesn't get to taste the air on her own one last time. Doesn't get to roam, run free. For a second, I feel a sense of sadness for her. I quickly quash it. Can't feel like that when running for your life! Emotions, feelings would only get in the way. At the moment. Running is all that matters right. I can do it, thanks to the little bit of Slash's endurance that she shares with me. Keep on running. "I'm coming to find you!" A demented voice screams out. "And you're gonna pay for what you did!"
Six minutes later...
I am so dead. Why? To make it simple, I am caught. By the not-so-friendly Carnage. What got me caught wasn't anything heroic like sacrificing myself to save another student's life or something like that. In fact, I don't think Carnage even realized there were other guys in the school at the time, he was so angry at me then. No, it was something incredibly stupid: I had to go to the bathroom. (Yeah, I can hear you laughing. Stop it.) Nature called and instead of holding it like Slash suggested, I decided to find myself a toilet. Bad idea. Though I didn't think about it at the time, toilets make noise when they flush. A lot of noise. Noise that can easily be tracked throughout the building.
To make a long story short, Carnage was waiting for me on the ceiling when I ran out. Total time pass: thirty seconds in bathroom. Now? I am dangling from his claws. He's torn into me a couple times. Torn like scratching my arms or face or something. To his apparent delight, I have a pretty darn good healing factor. "There's a lot fun outta you, girlie." He snarls in my ear. "Now I can tear you apart over and over again. And once I'm done with you, I can kill every else in this freaking school." Judging by the horrible teeth he's showing in my face, this is the equivalent of a Christmas present to him. Something to the effect of getting a puppy you rip apart over and over. Yippie for me.
Right at that moment, glass windows nearby crunch. Carnage doesn't even move to avoid the flying glass. To that effect, I get hit too and it hurts. Bad. I know it's gonna heal, but I rather just avoid the pain in the first place. I crane my neck to see who crashed through the window. And when I see who it is, I groan. "Why couldn't you have gotten here sooner?"