Deadpool was never one to be caught unprepared. "A good boy scout always has enough C4 to take out a city block" his mother used to say. Or maybe she didn't say that and said something about eating your greens instead. It didn't really matter as Deadpool was convinced she was dead anyway and greens didn't save her, or maybe she wasn't and they did but who the hell knew. If he ever got homesick he'd just invade the home of some geriatric and refuse to leave until they told the guy with the swords and guns that he had to eat his greens before he left the table.
Deadpool was easy that way.
Video from his rifle scope played on loop on the laptop behind him, while he was crazy he wasn't stupid and facial recognition software provided by his employers was grinding away on a huge grid of servers somewhere out on the internet. Moments later he had a list of names and addresses to match the faces. The list he checked twice, all to find out who was naughty.
Only Deadpool is nice.
Becca stared into the bathroom mirror.
"Who are you?" She said to her reflection. "We can speak without speaking" something answered". "Then answer my question." "I shall, in time. Lets discuss who you really are first Becca" "How do you know who am I really am?" "There's no part of your mind we don't have access to Becca." "Really?" Becca replied as a sly smile appeared on her face "Let's see if that works both ways." "Wait!" something pleaded.
She felt something uncoil in her head and try and slither away but it was too late, Becca was in. Not sure in what as the mind of the alien was…alien but she skimmed as much as she was capable of comprehending.
"Well?" The symbiote asked expectantly.
Becca began undoing her clothes, "You're going to have to show me."
Deadpool was sitting in a car he'd borrowed from a passing civilian. It's borrowing if you car jack someone at a stop light while holding them at sword point but you plan on returning the car later. Stealing is when you don't plan to return the car. These types of differences are the difference between those who are good in the world, like Deadpool, and all the rest of us.
"This is the place."
"John Daly C'mon down!" Deadpool said in his best game show voice as he kicked in the door to Daly's house while armed to the teeth. Daly who was sitting on the couch eating take out while the TV blared in the corner, froze. Deadpool emptied a round into the noisy TV set causing it to explode in a crackle of glass shards & electricity.
Daly pissed himself.
"Jesus son didn't your parents teach you any self control? I'm guessing you're not what I'm looking for" Deadpool said, as he casually levelled his weapon at Daly's head. The gun sounded a disparaging tone. "Ugh" Deadpool said with obvious frustration.
There was an uncomfortable pause.
"What's that? Chinese? Could I grab some of that for the road dude?" Deadpool left Daly's house with the entire takeout order. The wrecked TV bursting into flames just as he reached the doorway. He tried to prop up what was left of the splintered front door in the doorway as he left.
It was a pretty miserable gesture as gestures go.
"I want it to happen slowly." Becca said. "I want to see it all." "As you wish the symbiote" agreed.
Becca's naked body first turned an oily black from the neck down, slowly muscle groups formed and shredded across her body buffing up her physique immensely. She involiterily flexed, large muscles and now powerful shoulders shifting in the mirror. Her breasts expanded and lifted while her waist shrank dramatically. "Scary but like totally hot" Becca said with wonderment. The white spider logo formed across her chest the legs trailing off behind her back while white webshooter squares appeared on the back of her slick black hands, the covered fingers of which slowly elongated and twisted until they took on the alien appearance of wickedly sharp talons each inches long.
She held up her hand and undid the changes, everything instantly vanished. She changed back, the razor sharp talons shot out in a blink of an eye. Certainly fast enough to slit someone's throat quickly she thought. "Now you've got it", came the reply.
"Venom is ready for her close up, and take it slowly at first please". At the same moment the phone rang, without moving from the bathroom a black tendril shot out of her body gabbed the phone from the couch and delivered it to her cruel hand. She carefully touched the answer button with the deadly tip of a finger.
"Hello?" Becca said in a somewhat annoyed tone.
"Becca it's Sally, are you okay? We came looking for you but you were gone, should I come over."
Becca panicked. "No, no, no. I'm just tired and I have a headache. I just need some rest and I'll see you in the morning. Thanks for calling Sally I'd better go lay down again." She covered the lie with a friendly laugh
"Oh okay if you're sure, are you sure?" Sally replied.
"Yes, thanks Sally. I'll see you tomorrow." "Bye Becca" –click-
"The nails on the hand I answered the phone with can shred who knows what but the thought of my friends finding out about this scares me to death" she thought. "They can't ever know".
"No one can ever know who Venom is. We're not safe when anyone does." came the reply.
The cell phone vanished into the skin of the costume leaving no trace as Becca returned to the mirror, "I want to see us now."
The outfit flowed over her head, eye slits formed on the oily surface and expanded, the jaws extended from the head and a slit ran the diameter of the head before pulling back to revel a huge mockery of a grin. The mouth filled with numerous rows of razor sharp teeth and a top and bottom pair of even more evil looking front incisors. Becca opened the jaws to reveal an obscene forked tongue thrashing around inside the mouth all of which was dripping in a green fluid. The fluid bubbled and fizzed and spluttered where it landed as drops of it were cast about by the thrashing tongue. This terrifying monstrosity leered at her from the mirror the lean but muscular frame it sat atop rising and falling with it's breathing.
"Well?" asked an inhuman female voice tainted with sadism & malice. The jaws quickly ripped back to reveal Becca's shocked face as Venom's head was absorbed into the suit. "I…. I….", Becca's height suddenly increasing as she sprouted painfully high heels, before her face was swamped again by the mocking grin of Venom.
"..We can't do it without heels!"
Venom laughed and then swaggered sexily towards the window before climbing out the and quickly crawling up the outside of the building on all fours. Venom liked being outside, she was able to gaze down on all the pointless little people going about their pointless little business. Venom then aimed lazily, and shot off a line before swinging off into the night.