Author's Note: This is a sequel to the story inheritance, a story I made for the set up of this story. If you have not yet submitted a review it would be gratefully appreciated if you were to do so.

A warrior's war is always said to be on the battlefield. Perhaps. But sometimes the true war is within the mind. Is this right? Is this wrong? Am I on the right side? Why does it keep replaying the same memory over and over? Sometimes the answer is unclear. For him there was no answer, not for now at least.

A Month After The Prior Chapter…

Eddie Brock sat a park bench. The sun was out brightening everything, everything except Eddie's mood. Central park had beautiful vegetation, the joyous tune of birds chirping, and at the moment it was peaceful. None of this did anything to insight positive emotion in him. Instead he looked down at the ground blankly, thinking of what his life used to be before he messed it up. He found it hard to believe there was once a time where he had control over his body, that he didn't have a constant hunger eating away at him. Central Park was his favorite hangout spot, yet not even that could uplift him. Dread and despair had filled him, no hope.

Nothing, nothing could fix this. He was stuck like this until he died. He once had a mission. To finish his father's work. He had once vowed to do so, there was no chance of that now. The city hated him, and he did too. He remembered it all, him and Peter as kids playing, and his family and Peter's family hanging out, he turned on his best friend later down the line and now the world was punishing him for that.

Jenna Cole jogged though central park. A wide grin was on her face, she was feeling a nice hit of adrenaline from the Red Bull she had drank. The sky was blue, the grass was green, the trees were tall, and she was excited for the day. Nothing could stop her. Or so she thought…

At a bench in front of her was the one who helped her. Her smile widened. The day she needed help, no friend of hers would even bother helping when she called them. She had hoped there'd be a day where she saw him again. But she hadn't expected it so soon. She sat beside him unnoticed as he was still looking down at the ground.

"It's you!" An oddly familiar voice called out. Eddie in his confusion almost unleashed his half until he saw that it was her. 'Ah fuck just my luck.' Jenna tilted her head her smile not leaving for a second like a tick on a dog.

"Don't do that, I could've killed you." Eddie warned.

"I didn't properly introduce myself." Jenna replied sweetly. 'I don't properly care… Or even care at all.' Eddie thought. "My full name's Jenna Cole. It's nice to see you again. But if you ever meet some of my other friends they'd call me Jenna The Junkie, don't be like them please." She continued. Eddie had a more prominent frown on his face now.

"Go away…" Eddie responded in a sigh of a voice as he looked back down at the ground. Jenna leaned closer towards Edward in interest.

"Maybe I'll go if you tell me why." Jenna negotiated innocently. Eddie looked at her slightly and gave a single raised brow that could've spoke for a thousand words but to him it spoke of three 'what the fuck?' This lady was a looney one. The real reason he wanted her gone was because he didn't want to hurt her by accident if he lost control again, he was better off alone, and she was better off out of his presence. He wouldn't reveal that though, it was too mushy to him.

"Because I said so." He stated with a cold voice.

"…" Jenna was never a quitter she had to be friends with everyone! SHE HAD TO!

"Alright TOUGH guy, how about we flip a coin." Jenna suggested randomly. Eddie's face contorted in pure confusion. 'What the fuck is happening right now?' Jenna didn't even wait for a response she flipped a coin and it landed on heads.

"YES! I win!" Jenna cheered. "I didn't even get to pick a side!?" Eddie said.

"You snooze you lose!" She cheered. A military helicopter circled above. He was definitely spotted. He looked in both directions, nothing but civilians. He had been doing good of not transforming to Venom. This was too suspicious to be a coincidence. If his suspicions were right he would have to break his streak of control early if a battle occurred.

An hour earlier

Trask stiffened his tie, suits according to the upper echelons of society were for the rich and powerful. Therefore it was unfair to others that Trask was both rich, and powerful. Powerful in that he had connections, political ties, law enforcement control, weapons dealings internationally, and the media in the palm of his hands. Then there was the wealth from being rich, he didn't waste the money he earned from his perks of power. Better of him was how he invested it into his empire containing his company he owned and his research and development team. The same research development team that Eddie Brock's and Peter Parker's fathers worked on, before what happened to them. The same team that turned to corruption used to not help people as intended but rather make weapons.

"Trask I'm curious why is it that you have spies trailing Eddie either by plane or civilian disguise, but you refuse to have anything done to him?" Trask's publicist and funds manager questioned.

The room was dimly lit the sun was bright but the tinted glass had a way of setting a dark mood. Trask stopped looking through the window then turned to face the funds manager. Trask now had his hands calmly behind his back.

"I've been accumulating funds. And I'm only going to be recruiting the professionals, the best. You can do an operation like this either by rushing and failing, or doing them with patience and gracefulness to win. As of now I will place a bounty. You're dismissed by the way." Trask responded keeping it vague. Essentially he couldn't have traitors who'd try to obtain a sample of the suit mid battle and sell it to a rival company or political power. So he had to take time only recruiting the most reputable of people.

"I'm getting that Venom suit back…" Trask said looking outside the window again once his funds manager left. Only he knew of the Venom suit program. All the others who used to were now dead. Once he got the suit he'd make billions. Such funds necessary to have the world in his pocket with his resources.

Back TO Eddie And Jenna

"I get to stay right?!" Jenna asked energetically.

"You're right you do get to stay here, while I leave. Why? Because right now they're at a time of when they decide to fight me when people are around or decide to wait until they spot me in a discrete location to fight. And I'm not going to sit around while they make that decision." Eddie replied. Jenna realized this was serious.

"No I'm coming with you." Jenna insisted this time in a much more serious voice.

Eddie ignored her and started to run, Jenna was right behind him a foot away running fast too. Eddie looked back and saw Jenna running with him.

"I took a small hit of coke before so I can handle the run." Jenna said. Eddie was about to tell her something along the lines of 'you're gonna have a heart attack just get away from me.' Until he realized if the chopper had seen him they probably saw Jenna and they'd be after her too then.

"So why do they call you Jenna The Junkie or something like that?" Eddie figured that he was stuck with her so he might as well get to know her.

"Didn't you hear me say I took coke?" Jenna reminded.

"Jenna The Junkie isn't a good title to be going by." Eddie judged assuming she was proud of it.

"I don't like it though, it kinda hurts my feelings." Jenna admitted with a bit of sorrow in her voice.

"You don't have to worry about me calling you that then." Eddie said feeling a bit of pity and guilt.

Silver Sable a mercenary for hire watched Eddie closely with her binoculars. No hesitance to kill Eddie. She didn't become like this. She was raised to fight, raised to never back down. No matter how big the threat she'd fight. Her father before he passed taught her that you have two things in life your orders and your enemy, and if you choose to refuse the orders you'll have a stronger enemy. She had no remorse for the people she went up against. Her father always instilled the idea that the world was black and white and no middle, the enemy is always wrong and in her case her employers always hired her against someone who truly was wrong. Brock had killed several innocent people and Silver Sable wasn't the type to debate on whether it was right or wrong, whether he was in control or not. That didn't matter. No hesitance to kill Eddie.

"They've exited the park, evacuate the area they're at and subdue the girl." Sable said slowly as she followed them with binoculars. "We might not get another chance like this so make sure there's no mistakes." Sable continued.

"I don't get it where's Venom?"

"Next time read the file you're given. That blond guy, he's the target for a reason. He's Venom." Sable said vaulting over the ledge, she grabbed her knife in it's holster and slashed it out at a laundry line, she swung from the line and repeated the action descending downward until she got to the last line. Here she swung off and landed in roll. Ready to combat whatever was bound to be unleashed.