Authors Note: All right let me just forewarn you. What you are about to read is although not graphic or bloody gory in nature it is nevertheless very disturbing. I am pushing the "T" envelope here so if you feel that it is inappropriately rated let me know, otherwise I hope you hate it.

Chapter 6: Is it Actually Better To Have Loved and Lost?

Torrential. A creature breed to test mans strength. The juggernaut of our age.

I have lived my life in such a manner as to deserve the very pain that I so freely inflict on the innocent. That was the only thought Brock could find in the deep crevices of his tormented and twisted state of mind. But I will not sit here and let this happen! I will not become the embodiment of all this reckless hate and evil!

He found himself in the bitter cold rain just out side a familiar cathedral. The sky was dark. A few flashes of lightning illuminated the sky but did not bring the hope that light over dark usually evokes. The cold began to wrap around him as he looked down the streets to his left and right to find that no one was in sight. Brock spotted a light from inside the church and had second thoughts of entering but overcame those doubts. As he entered the cold began to melt away from the warmth of the old church. He walked mid way of the cathedral and took a seat. The soft glow of candle light fire emitted enough light to make out a figure in the front of the church near the alters but not enough to be more specific. Brock buried his face in his hands. He thought of how he could absolve himself from what he had become but nothing was making any sense.

Suddenly the main doors of the church opened with a loud crack. Brock quickly raised his head to see Jackson walking up to him guns up and ready to shoot. Brock couldn't decide whether to run or fight but with every step Jackson took it became more relevant that he did not take notice of him. Jackson walked to the front of the isle pausing as he looked up at the ceiling. He dropped his guns as if the weight of them was more than he could bear. His knees followed as he began to speak as if to himself. "I started this life knowing that someday it might be the end of me. Knowing that what I do is although ugly but also necessary. I have spent my life trying to be something more than I could ever put forward. And now this time I am not sure if I will see this one through. I feel outmatched." Right as Jackson finished that sentence the lonely figure at the alters stood up and began to make its way towards Jackson. Brock could still not make out whom it was but as it reached Jackson its right hand cupped his chin and lifted his gaze up to it. As soon as it touched Jackson he began to fade away like a ghost revealing the figures face. It was her. She was beautiful, more beautiful than Brock could remember. Her eyes seemed to provide a shelter that rivaled most mythological goddesses. He remembered why he loved her. She always seemed to make up where he could not, feeling undeserving of her love. Picking up when he could carry no more. Eddie ran over to her screaming her name.

"Gwen. Where….how did you get here?" Brock held her tightly as tears of joy ran down his face. He could not remember the last time he had felt this good inside. Brock drew back slightly and looked down at her to see her face, but she did not meet his eyes.

"Gwen what's wrong? Are you all right?"

Suddenly she looked up at Brock. Her face was drenched with tears and her gaze nearly translucent as she breathed a simple phrase.

"This is how it ended."

Without warning Venom dropped from the ceiling crashing on to the cathedral floor. Gwen screamed in terror as Venom ran towards her.

"No! I won't let you hurt her!" Brock yelled as he lunged at Venom. He knocked the black beast off his feat sending them both to the ground. Brock got on top of Venom and began wailing on his face with his fists. The impact of each blow seemed to inflict less and less pain on Venom.

"God Damn it! Why won't you die?" Brock's soul was full of rage as he noticed he was losing this fight. Venom began to snap at Brock's fists and then caught one of his punches. Brock screamed in pain as Venom twisted his hand counter clockwise breaking his wrist. Before Eddie could regain his posture Venom grabbed him by the collar and raised him to its eye level. Unable to fight back Brock did the only thing he could think of; he took aim and spat in Venom's face. The outcome was not as expected. Venom grinned showing off his razor sharp teeth then delivered a brutal head but to Eddie's skull. After the satisfying crack of Eddie's skull Venom threw him across the cathedral like a rag doll breaking more bones than he wanted to count. Unable to stand Brock watched in horror as Venom drew closer to Gwen. Brock used all his strength to crawl towards Gwen still trying to save her. He looked around for anything he could use to stop Venom, but as he searched around him the walls of the cathedral began to bend and twist. Brock covered his head as some debris from the old architecture plummeted towards him.

After a brief second he looked up and noticed that the church had vanished along with the candle light and the alters. It was quiet; he was at Gwen's apartment it was late as he could tell that the digital alarm clock on her nightstand read 1:47 a.m. He snapped his attention to the door as he could hear two people arguing just outside in the hallway. Brock crept towards the door being careful not to make any noise. The voices became more recognizable the closer Eddie got. Upon glancing out of the view port of the door his fears were confirmed. He saw himself and Gwen in the hallway arguing over what sounded like an affair. Brock knew this scene too well. As he looked down and reached for the door handle to stop the fight he noticed that the door handle was not there and he was now grabbing Gwen by the arm outside in the hallway. It was worse than he thought, instead of viewing these terrible events as an observer Eddie was now reliving them. Gwen broke Eddie's grip and turned to enter her apartment.

"Gwen you can't leave me!" Eddie yelled.

"You're pathetic Brock!" Gwen retaliated as she walked into her apartment. Eddie dashed for the door before it closed forcing himself inside.

"What do you think you are doing Eddie?" Gwen was furious she did not want to deal with this any longer.

"I told you that I will make this right now just listen to me!"

"Brock, get out of my place! I don't want to see you right now!"

Something in Eddie snapped. He could not let her go. He felt a rage boiling inside of him. He was losing control.

"No! You listen to me! You will not leave me, you understand?" Brock's voice changed mid sentence and it is anyone's guess as to the cause. He had no rational, no reason for what he did. It was now Venom standing before Gwen. The other was intensifying his emotions making him forget the consequences of his actions. Gwen screamed in horror but her voice was quickly muffled by Venom's talons.

"You think you can just leave me? You think that you can just wish me away like some after thought?" Venom questioned as he grabbed Gwen putting her in a chokehold. His arms like bars of iron quickly constricted around her neck. Venom squeezed around her throat tighter. Gwen began to gasp for air as tears rolled down her cheeks. She tried to cry for help but nothing escaped her lips. She kicked and tossed as much as she could but Venom's hold was much more than she could hope to break.

"That's right you little slut DIE!" Venom was enjoying the moment. He liked to enact his own versions of justice upon whomever. Slowly but surely Venom could feel the life being choked out of her. Within a few seconds she was still. That was not enough though, not enough for the symbiote and not enough for Venom. He placed one hand on the back of her head, his talons digging into her skull, and the other hand under her chin. He gave a twist to the left and with a crack Gwen's body fell to the floor. Suddenly that emotion ended with the thud of Gwen's body. It was over. Just like that Eddie realized what he had done. The symbiote retreated leaving Brock lurking over Gwen. He began to shake. He fell face first on the floor. His breathing was erratic and his insides began to twist and contort. He laid there in pain weeping over the love of his life.

He gathered the strength to pick her up in his arms. He held for a moment then laid her on the bed. Brock's mind was shattered he could only think of one way to make this right. He searched the nightstand and found what he was looking for. Eddie pulled out a pistol cocking it back to make sure it was loaded. He got on the bed lying next to Gwen. With all the strength left in him and the absolute confidence of what he was doing was right Edward Brock raised the gun to his head. This is over with he thought as he tightly gripped the pistol. He had barely squeezed the trigger when a tendril grabbed hold of his arm swinging his aim at the wall. The shot rang out but with no effect.

"God Damn it! Why won't you let me DIE! I hate you God damn it I hate YOU!" Brock was enraged. He could not do it. This thing would not let him. Eddie thought of the only sure way to take this thing out even if it did end with his death too. He quickly immersed himself in the symbiote and headed out into the city to create a bloodbath in hopes that someone would have the will to kill him.

And as it had started Brock snapped out his nightmare. As he came to he found himself buried under tons of debris from the explosion. He again hated himself and assumed the out-of-control position. After a little pushing and writhing around he managed to climb out of the debris. Venom checked his surroundings and sprinted to the fire exists in hopes to catch up with his prey.

Authors Note: Well you made it. I hope it was not too gruesome for some of you. I have never read a story in which Gwen or someone close to Eddie was actually murdered by him in such a cold and brutal manner. Yeah it's a stretch for some people to imagine but this illustrates an Eddie Brock that most people do not want to imagine. He is a cold blooded out of control freak that has a conscience but can't control himself. I think it is a darker approach and I like it. So this tells you the "what" in Chapter 1. It is the end of Edward Brock and the Beginning of Venom (totally out of control or a mindless heartless killing force) more On the Way hopefully by next week. Oh yeah and PLEASE REVIEW.