I would like to start this collection, with a pretty brutal one-shot, which I have written not too long ago.

This is how I could see the opening scene of the next Venom movie (if only Sony had the balls to rate this R!).

Warnings in here: Violence and gore, so if you don't like this stuff, you better not read this!

Summary:
Something is creeping slowly through the huge prision, looking for a helpless human to bond with. In the depths of the prison the creature can feel something. The feeling of murderous desire reaches him and it knows: This will be its perfect host to bond with...

A deadly Symbiosis

Slowly, the night fell over the San Quentin State Prison.

It was already quiet inside the big prison. The inmates were in their cells and most of them were already asleep. Guards roamed the otherwise deserted, dark corridors, making sure everything was alright.

But one of them didn't fall asleep that night.

For hours, Cletus Kasady was already awake, just couldn't fall asleep. His thoughts were all about one person and that was Eddie Brock. The interview with him and the reporter had been just one day ago, but he couldn't think of anything else but this man and how he had looked at him. There had hardly been any fear in his eyes; almost as if he knew that he didn't need to be scared of him. Something that had confused him, because otherwise everyone, really everyone, was scared of him. Even some of the guards showed signs of fear when they brought him food or visited him to make sure he was locked up in his cell. But they all kept a proper distance to him, because they knew what a monster he was. He had killed many people; in the most brutal way imaginable and he felt no remorse...not even today. No. He felt pride and contentment and he would do it again and again and again.

Soon, that he knew, he would get out of this miserable cell and look for a new victim and he already knew who this victim would be...

At some point he finally managed to fall asleep; Unaware of what was creeping through the dark corridors of the prison complex at the same time.

It was a creature, whose body seemed to consist only of a dark red mass and which had been moving like a serpent through the dark corridors for some time; always looking for the perfect host to bond with. But it was not just some mass that creeped through the corridors. It was a sentient, thinking and highly intelligent being and it knew exactly where it was going.

The being was a Klyntar, also called symbiote by humans. Similar to the one the journalist Eddie Brock had, and yet he was so different from Venom. This symbiote was a descendant of Venom. Born in the shelter of darkness and without a human soul knowing about him. Not even Eddie knew about this creature, since Venom hadn't told him about it. And why should he have done that? Newborn Klyntar didn't survive long without a host, and Venom had been sure that his offspring would quickly die without eating anything.

But this had been a mistake. A mistake, which he would regret later, for the dark red Klyntar was alive and well and had already chosen a host. On his way to him, he could have chosen many humans as his host, but they all seemed weak and he knew that they wouldn't be of much use to him. In addition, he felt a lust for murder inside the man which he had chosen, as he had never felt it in any other human being inside this prison and it was precisely this lust for murder which attracted him, as light attracted a moth and ultimately led him to his perfect host...

When he found him and when he bonded with him, Cletus Kasady didn't even feel it, since he was still sleeping soundly and firmly. At least until he was awakened by a dark voice inside his head that kept calling his name over and over again. And when he woke up, he felt different than before. It was like being pumped full of adrenaline and other drugs. The feeling of ferocious strength and murderous lust flowed through his body and even if he didn't know where it came from, he loved that feeling.

When the symbiote first appeared in front of him, he felt fear, for he had never seen such a creature in his life before. Not even his worst nightmares were able to show him such a monster as what suddenly manifested from his shoulder and grinned maliciously at him, presenting him two rows of huge, razor-sharp fangs. Big, white eyes stared at him and it was as if they were staring straight into the depths of his sick, twisted soul.

"What the hell are you?" he had asked after he had found back to his voice and his eyes had widened in fear, as the creature had licked its fangs with delight and laughed darkly at his question.

"I'm your ticket that will get you out of here. Isn't that what you want, Kasady?" it had addressed the word to him and these words had to sink in for a moment, before Cletus understood what the monster wanted to tell him.

"How do you know my name?"

"I know everything about you, human. I know your darkest secrets, your desires and I can see your whole life inside your twisted head and I really, really like what I see there…"

Kasady swallowed hard at these words, but he tried to be brave and he kept on talking to the creature and asking another question.

"You want to help me get out of here?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you will be of good use to me. And because we are not so different. So? What do you say? Do we have a deal?"

He was thinking about this offer for a moment and the Klyntar snarled, as he felt how skeptical his host was.

If Cletus thought about this…he didn't really have a choice here, for something inside of him was telling him that this thing would surely kill him, would he decline this offer.

"What do you want in return for this deal?" the man asked.

"You!" was the only answer he got for his question.

"Me? Why me?"

"Because you are something special and because I can help you get out of here and in return you can help me to survive. Together, we will be unstoppable. We will be stronger than any other being on this planet. Together, we will be one…"

Even an ice cold killer like Cletus Kasady had to swallow at such gloomy words, but in the end he decided to agree to the deal, because what else could he do? Alone, he would never be able to break out of this prison and the power that permeated him since that Klyntar, as he called himself, was in his body was both overwhelming and intoxicating, and he wanted more of it. Much more!

And he got what he wanted, when he agreed to the deal and sold his soul to the devil himself...

Mills Garcia started his morning shift as usual this morning. He was well rested and ready for an eight-hour shift as a prison guard and he was getting ready for his shift by changing his clothes and exchanging his everyday clothes for his work clothes. He tied the bullet-proof vest around his chest and strapped the gun belt around his waist, before reaching for the thick keyring he used to get access to all the prison tracts. He was prepared for anything, every day, but he wasn't prepared for what awaited him the moment he stepped out of the locker room...

Darkness greeted him, as he walked down the long corridor that led him to the wing where he was on duty today, but none of his nightshift counterparts approached him, which was unusual, because the change of shift would have taken place long ago. Instead, there was an eerie silence in this tract and darkness almost completely enveloped him, as some of the neon tubes above his head seemed to be broken.

The next shock didn't take long, because when he stepped into the next corridor, the keychain fell out of his hand, crashing down loudly on the floor and his eyes widened in shock, when he saw that the heavy iron door, which led to Cletus Kasady's cell, was open. No guard was there and a neon tube flickered over his head and its bright light revealed the sight of pools of blood and human remains scattered throughout the corridor. There he saw an arm that had been brutally torn from its wearer's body. A little farther down, a severed foot lay in a pool of dark red blood. Blood splatter stained the walls and in some places he could see hollows in the steel walls that looked like...scratch marks?

But he didn't think about it for too long. His hand reflexively grabbed the thirty-eight Glock, which stuck in the holster on his belt and quickly he loaded the gun and pointed it forward. Slowly he moved forward, always keeping an eye on the open door. He tried to ignore the blood and body parts to his feet, which was anything but easy for him, for these had been his friends and now they were all dead. Killed, by a sick psychopath whom he was only too happy to shoot a bullet into his head as soon as he saw him. That son of a bitch would receive the punishment he deserved! Something that was long overdue...

But Mills found Kasady's jail cell empty. But that wasn't what disturbed him. What really disturbed him was the fact that the cell's thick steel bars seemed to have been bent apart. No one on this planet would be able to do such a thing! But how did Kasady get out of this cell? Did he have help? But from whom?

As if on cue, a deep growl rose in the darkness that pervaded one of the corridors and which came from behind him. The deep growl was followed by a loud, tormented scream, which was quickly stifled when the man found his death.

Mills body began to move slowly and he had difficulty keeping the gun in his hand, because his whole body trembled with fear. Slowly and quietly, his feet moved across the bloody floor, straight toward the passage from which the scream had come from. In this corridor almost all neon tubes were broken. Only one of them was still burning and flickered and hardly gave any light. But it was enough to reveal a scene that would have disturbed Mills for years, had he managed to flee from this prison alive on this day.

In front of him, in the beam of the flickering neon tube, he saw the corpse of his colleague, James. Something had bent over him and was feasting on his body. It was a tremendous something that stood on all fours above the corpse and just pulled his liver out from his stomach and devoured it greedily. Blood mingled with hot drool as the monster buried its jaws again in the belly of his victim and feasted on his remaining internal organs.

Mills couldn't handle the scene and he couldn't believe his eyes on what he was seeing there. That couldn't be true! That had to be a bad dream! Yes, right! It was nothing but a bad dream and he would wake up from this nightmare every second!

But this didn't happen and when he finally realized this fact, the pure panic grabbed him. He could no longer control his feet as they stumbled backward, thrusting his foot against a weapon that lay on the floor and which he threw far back, making a sound that sounded like a clap of thunder in his own ears.

Immediately, the creature tore its head up, baring its fangs and growling deeply and menacingly as it spotted him.

"What have we here? Fresh prey!"

This monster could talk?

But Mills didn't spend a lot of time thinking about it, but quickly turned around and ran away, straight into the neighboring passage and heading for the exit. Behind him, he heard the beast raging, as it picked up the pursuit and chased after him.

A loud roar rose in the darkness, the clicking of claws could be heard, as four mighty legs moved quickly across the metal floor and followed him down the hall.

"Yes! Run! Run, little human! I like to hunt my prey down, before I tear it into small pieces!"

The dark words made every hair on his body rise and he quickened his pace, tried to flee, but he couldn't. Again and again, the creature cut off his path, but didn't attack him, but even gave him a small lead, before hunting him and laughing madly while doing so. Almost as if it was playing with him...

But in the end, the creature was tired of playing with its prey and the young jailer didn't get far, as the creature lunged at him and knocked him to the ground.

A scream cut the air, as long, razor-sharp claws rammed into his chest, cutting through his clothes and even through his bulletproofed vest and literally slashed him open. Reflexively, he tore the weapon upwards, which he still clutched firmly, and pulled the trigger. Once, twice, three times, four times...the bullets smashed into the dark red mass that formed the monster's body, but it didn't seem to bother him, for it just roared, raised its claws and sent them rushing down on him until his blood soaked the ground beneath him.

He was still alive when the monster began to feast on him, but no scream left his throat. He was just lying there, his eyes wide open, almost popping out of his skull as he slowly died...

Kasady watched everything through the symbiote's eyes and he loved what he saw there. The bloodlust of the alien mingled with his own, creating a deadly symbioses and he felt a wave of adrenaline and wild bloodlust shooting through his veins.

He was free. Finally free and he could do whatever he wanted and with his new friend by his side, no one would be able to stop him.

Oh no!

They would all fear him, once he let the beast in him go wild...and that in the truest sense of the word!

And he would start with Eddie Brock.

Although...no...no, he would let Brock live and let him write his story.

A story, about the monster that would soon make the world tremble with fear, when they all would hear their name!

Because together they were Carnage!

The end