Constrictoro swooped back into the river, to retrieve his broken weapons.
The weapons that Spider-Man had defeated not so long ago.
He took the pieces and yanked the crystals off of them, and then tore the Symbiote from that.
Let all Symbiote drown and freeze.
The crystals reformed onto him.
He lathered these new pieces onto his face.
"I hope your not complaining, Peter." Constrictoro thought, "You even have your mask back, now."
Though this was Constrictoro who thought them, Peter felt the sensation of thinking them, too.
Constrictoro shot web after web through the city, in the appearance of a dark green Spider-Man, who would break apart to move. As though he was as stiff as ice.
While, on the inside; in the dark corners of his brain, at the floor of his mind; There existed Peter Parker. Spider-Man. Or all that was left of him.
"If you had enough brain power left, Pete," Thought Constrictoro and Peter, "You'd probably be wondering this: 'Why haven't I died just yet?'. I answer's real simple, and I hope you can think on it enough to wake your fear up. I could fully take over your little brain, right now, which would kill you. Yet I feel inclined to do a few things before then. A few things that would kill your heart, if you had one."
Peter's hardly aware being could only realize one thing for the time.
Constrictoro's calm, unable to anger attitude, was his real self.
Constrictoro's entire personality was formed the instant he became one with the Kambaldaite crystals.
His act was his being. Just how the exterior form of Constrictoro had no inner surface.
His inside was only a solid mass of his outside. Just how, now, the un-splintered green Spider-Man suit was perfectly solid.
Nothing underneath. Almost nothing.
Each finger could be flipped to reveal a small bit of flesh, giving Constrictoro the wall climbing ability.
As well as strains of tissue inside each arm, extending to the wrist. So that Constrictoro could use Spider-Man's webbing.
And, lastly; the small, whitish organ, that was the little piece of mind Peter now owned.
He summoned his glider back to him and took the crystals from that, too.
And onward, they went.
And, since Peter knew of all Constrictoro intentions. And since Constrictoro now owned all of Peter's, he knew where they were heading.
Under the city, to the place where Mary Jane was hidden.
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Constrictoro hunted in the dark for the place where Peter's memories told him to go.
Something else was also in the metal cavern.
And it seemed to be hunting him down.
Constrictoro heard a sound of clanging chains as something attacked him.
Galleons of propane were dashed at him and exploded a few feet away.
Constrictoro leaped onto a support as orange and yellow fires gushed below.
Through the light, he saw a grey creature whoosh up to him, behind a curtain of crystal strains.
For a second, he thought someone had found and influenced more Kambaldaite; and had created themself into a humanoid figure, like him.
But then, as the whirls of it's monstrous snout unfolded, he realized what it was.
The Symbiote. Mimicking himself.
And under it was...
"Doctor Octavius." Said Constrictoro, "I'm surprised with you. You did leave my allegiance, claiming I had stopped thinking of 'the good of mankind'. It seems great minds have begun to think alike."
The Symbiote crystals had rolled off of Octavius's face, but not his head. And the two croissant shaped lenses still hung over his eyes.
Octavius was unmoved by Constrictoro's words.
"That's true, Jim," He said, "I could easily see what you really wanted, and it has now been proven, 'old friend'. Curtis, the arrogant fool, still thought you must of 'meant well'."
"And Connor's loyalty ended up paying off, real good." Said Constrictoro, "He's the single reason I'm standing right where I am. The finding was classified. Top secret, cause of 'dangers' the Kabaldaite was able to cause. But Connors, he gave me a tipoff, and even got me an interview with the now-dead runner of that project."
"Perhaps I should of just killed Curtis then and there, followed with you, of course. But as they say, no time like the present."
The crystals recovered Octavius's face, and one of it's great mouths pushed on the support, launching Carnivore on it's prey.
Constrictoro kicked Carnivore down, but the Symbiote creation caught the other side of the support, and drug Constrictoro under it.
Constrictoro broke free, sending Carnivore to fall back down to the flames.
Carnivore used it's tentacles to dive back up.
Constrictoro shot a web and swung onto another support.
The strains of Carnivore swung at astounding speed after it's kill.
Constrictoro swung around a vertical pilar, and directed himself back at Carnivore.
Carnivore dove through the air to meat Constrictoro, mid-swing.
Constrictoro was launched back, into a wall.
Carnivore was on him, again. Tearing the wall, Constrictoro was attached to. Trying to bring Constrictoro back toward the flames.
Constrictoro shot two webs, and retracted them. Springing out from Carnivore's attack.
Carnivore climbed higher, and swooped onto Constrictoro, detaching him from his web.
They both fell.
Constrictoro punched Carnivore, unhooking they're fight, and speeding Carnivore's fall for the flames.
Constrictoro caught a web onto a support structure. And spun himself onto it. Watching Carnivore's progress.
Carnivore fell right into the flames.
Spitting in anger, it removed the Symbiote from two tentacles. Allowing the heat resistant metal to fight against the orange flames.
Carnivore unwound the Symbiote strains from it's tentacles.
All of these crystal strings attached themselfs to each other, creating on long rope.
Controlled by the minds of the four tentacles, the chain launched up and curled around Constrictoro like a snake.
With one Symbiote strengthened action, Carnivore pulled hard on the chain.
Carnivore was launched up; Constrictoro was sent down.
As they met in the air, the minds of the tentacles chained Constrictoro tighter, while the mind of Octavius slashed at Constrictoro with his two 'pinchers'.
The blades were dolled by Constrictoro's hard frame.
As the Symbiote sharpened it for him, the chains unraveled around Constrictoro, to let him fall.
The instant before he touched the fires, and the instant after he was released; Constrictoro shot a web so quick, and pulled it so fast, the structure it held broke off as he was launched up.
Carnivore - now, truly angered - clung to the wall and dived back down for Constrictoro.
They met, again, in air. And Carnivore fought with all new fury.
Constrictoro was being beaten left, right, and center.
However; Having all of Spider-Man's long trained skills, he curled a web inside his wrist and released it like a torpedo.
The narrowed half cylinder shape of webbing hit Carnivore in the jaw.
It spat spider silk before cackling at Constrictoro - who was heading down toward the flamed floor.
But Constrictoro shot two webs, which then roped around Carnivore; reversing the two fighter's directions.
Constrictoro going up; Carnivore: Going down.
Carnivore released the Symbiote from all four tentacles before crashing into the core of the fire.
Constrictoro swung around, to the floor, near an entrance - or exit; - then raced across the fires, heading for Carnivore.
Before Carnivore could attack or defend; Constrictoro leaped to a vertical pilar right above the coming heat.
His fingers rotated, and they held him upside down.
Not needing to bend any fingers to shoot webbing; Constrictoro bent his wrists outward, and pointed them below him, shooting webs over Carnivore's image.
Carnivore tried to cut the web silk, but his fake teeth were not strong enough. Unlike how Constrictoro's blades had been.
Constrictoro didn't slacken hia webs's attack as he wondered if they might soon run out. He could feel – through Peter's mind – they had only recently regenerated.
Carnivore's face and body was being pulled down to the flames. Then into the flames.
The Symbiote screamed as it was scorched.
It would soon be destroyed.
It could have leaped higher up, but that would mean leaving it's master to die.
One thing Symbiotes always had to do was keep they're host safe, as long as he or she was they're host. And he or she would always be there host as long as they're host didn't leave them.
Now, as the Symbiote shouted, tearing it's head out from Octavius's; the tentacles's minds briefly returned ownership of the tentacles, themselfs. And the floor was broken through. Sending Carnivore, and it's half-attached host, falling into the seemingly endless blackness below.
Constrictoro tore his attention from the monster, and redirected it to the job he wished to take on.
Simply killing Spider-Man wasn't good enough, anymore.
And once he did kill the spider, he would then kill the Carnivore.
But he first had to kill the spider. And everything it cared about.