A/N: As one of my reviewers had clearly stated, Sh** has gotten real. But by the end of this update, you'll see just how REAL sh** has gotten.
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"Where should we go?" asked Benny, driving the Roadrunner as fast as he could control while putting as much distance between them and the Yellow Flag as possible.
"The real question is, is there any place to go?" Dutch amended. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think that was a killer robot from the future."
"Would explain a lot." added Sean as he kept trying to wake up Revy. But the gunslinger was out cold and showing no signs of coming around. "Revy's still out of it too."
"And that woman will be hunting for us with her little boy in our possession." said the Captain, not liking the situation with a large bullseye on their backs. "We'll head for the port. Benny, get us back to the Lagoon!"
"On it!" Benny punched the gas a bit harder as they got on to the freeway.
Sean looked over at Garcia who hadn't spoken a word since they escaped the Yellow Flag. The kid had to be going through a lot, even more so when he saw one of the very few people he trusted become an unstoppable killer.
"The spawnling is the least of our worries. The female is coming!" his other shouted, forcing the host to look out the back window to see a black Mercedes gaining on them with a familiar maid in the driver's seat.
"Shit. She's right behind us!" he called to the front. Dutch whirling around and Benny looking in the rear-view at their pursuer. Both men cursing loudly as the newer model car sped up to triple digits and came up along side them.
Dutch pulled out his .357 and started firing out his window. Roberta pulled away only to come back in and slam into the side of their car with hers, nearly sending them into the guardrail on the other side.
The Mercedes pulled back, Sean leaned out his own window with Desert Eagle in hand as he fired on the maid with Dutch. Bullets tearing into the hood of the car, but did little to nothing to slow down the driver.
One more shot caused the hood to pop open with a plumb of black smoke.
"Dammit! She just won't die!" Dutch shouted as he stopped to reload. The Mercedes pulled up along side them, Roberta's arm shooting out and grabbing onto the Captain's in an almost super-human like grip. The maid pulling to the point she almost had the larger man almost out the window.
"Let go you bitch!" Dutch bellowed, driving his fist into Roberta's forearm several times, hoping to free his own. But the woman didn't even flinch with each strike with her eyes locked forward.
Sean slapped a fresh clip into his eagle before looking down at a scared Garcia. "Stay with Benny and Dutch, keep your head down." He climbed out his own window up on to the roof of the Roadrunner, bracing himself before jumping the small gap on to the other one. His other covering his arms and legs as he sank his claws into the dense metal of the Mercedes.
The impact shook the car, forcing Roberta to release Dutch as it started to spin. Allowing the rest of the crew to escape.
"You think they stand a chance?" asked Benny as he watched the maid and their friend disappear behind them.
"Here's to hoping." Dutch replied as he hastily reloaded his .357.
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"What exactly was our plan here?" asked the symbiote while its host clung on to the roof of the maid's car.
"Honestly, I was just winging it." came the reply as the Mercedes jerked from side to side to try and send him flying. Sean changed into his complete Venom form. Flipping down and landing on the hood, he glared at Roberta who leered right back at him.
Strangely, not at all bothered by the black-skinned beast on the front of her car.
"Pull over!" Venom roared, claws digging into the metal frame to keep him planted.
Roberta's response was to pull out her umbrella-gun and fire through the windshield. The glass shattering and buckshot peppered the creature's front. But he held firm, swinging his other set of claws through the new opening, forcing the maid to duck as they sheared through the leather headrest.
Another blast from the concealed weapon struck him in the jaw, making him stagger and roll back on to the roof. Venom then started weaving back and forth as more holes were blasted through from within.
Growling, the anti-hero grabbed the edge of the roof with both claws. Glass cracked and metal groaning before he tore the chunk of the car right from the frame, turning it into a crude convertible.
Roberta looked over her shoulder at him, eyes narrowed as she turned and aimed her umbrella-gun.
Venom opened his mouth and bit down on the weapon, effectively biting it in half and making it useless. The maid quickly switched to a knife with a spiked handle that she swung at the beast who caught her arm.
"You're going to have to try better than that." the anti-hero said with a shark-like grin.
The maid gave no expression as her other hand snapped up, a Glock held in it that she fired directly into Venom's right 'eye'. The shot making the creature recoil as Roberta spun the wheel and slammed the guardrail and sent him flying off.
"Oh SHIT!" Sean shouted within their shared mind as Venom fell several hundred feet to the street below, landing on a parked car that shattered and crumpled in on itself when they landed.
Sitting up, the creature shook the glass from his head before looking up at all the stunned people that were standing around staring at him agape.
"So much for low profile." Venom muttered before he spotted an old motorcycle nearby.
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With the others. Benny was carefully driving them through various back alleys, doing his best to keep them off the main streets in the hopes of losing the homicidal maid while at the same time hoping that Sean was able to deal with her.
"Once we're out to sea, it doesn't matter who she is." said the tech wizard.
They stopped to go around a pickup truck, "Damn. This isn't good, Benny. We'll lose speed this way." said Dutch anxiously.
"Her radiator's shot, her car won't run." replied Benny, "And Sean wouldn't make it easy for her either."
The Captain shook his head, "My earlier assumption wasn't a joke. Imagine her an invincible killing machine. Even if Sean could hold her off, it wouldn't be for very long." he motioned ahead of him, "Turn at the next curb. Get back onto the main road and go full speed! I'll do what I can to wake Revy."
Benny did as instructed while Dutch leaned into the back and started slapping the unconscious gunslinger.
This was before a familiar Mercedes came flying off of a rooftop and nearly landed on top of them.
"SHIT!" Benny shouted, cranking the wheel and only managing to clip the front end of the Roadrunner on the falling car.
From the driver's seat, Roberta fired at them with her Glock. Hitting one of their tires and sending it skidding into a lamp post while her car crashed upside-down through a shop window.
Dutch groaned, holding his head when everything stopped spinning. "Everyone alright? Benny?"
The tech wizard groaned as he sat up with blood dripping down from a cut on his forehead.
A small group had gathered around the wreckage of the other car, trying to see if there was anyone alive. A white-gloved fist smashed out the back window sending people running in alarm as Roberta climbed out.
"Shit! The engine won't turn over!" Benny exclaimed as he tried to start the car again.
Dutch had his revolver aimed at the maid as she started running toward them, pumping her arms and gaining speed.
The Roadrunner roared to life and Benny punched it. Roberta following after them and keeping up with them until she took out her knife and jumped, stabbing the blade into the trunk and holding on.
"Get down!" Dutch shouted, turning back and aiming his .357 out the back window.
"No! Don't shoot Roberta! Garcia shouted, before ducking down as the Captain started firing. The maid avoiding the rounds and landing on the roof of the car. Drawing a pistol in each hand that she shot into the front seats.
"If something like this could kill her, we wouldn't have this problem, kid." Dutch muttered, firing back while at the same time trying not to be hit by any rounds coming their way.
Up ahead, a large truck came through an intersection that the crew was about to pass through. Forcing Benny to turn left off the main road to avoid it.
"Damn it! Dutch! We're off the main road!" he shouted, a bullet whizzing past his ear and hitting the dashboard. "This way leads to the ocean. It's a dead end ahead!"
The Roadrunner crashed through a chainlink fence-gate and into a shipping yard. A couple barrels being struck as well and sent upward, striking Roberta a few times and sending her skidding back on the roof.
With so much happening all at once, Benny had no chance to slow the car down when the road came to an end. The Roadrunner slamming head-on into a shipping crate.
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The car crashed back down on all fours again and a dull silence shrouded the yard. Dutch sat up in his seat and adjusted his sunglasses, "Guess there's a payoff for being religious." he muttered to himself, "All survivors, answer me."
"I'm alive..barely." said Benny.
"Kid, you okay?" asked the Captain.
"Uh huh." replied Garcia, more than a little shaken up. "Miss Revy is still out though."
Looking out his shattered window, Benny gasped when he saw Roberta drop down from the crate she had been thrown into from the crash. Her glasses broken and outfit torn in a couple places, but she was alive and still on the hunt.
"What the fuck is that woman made of?!" the tech wizard, doing nothing to hide his horror about the unstoppable maid as she stalked toward them.
Dutch aimed his revolver in her direction, even though he knew deep down that it would do them no good. And with Revy still down the didn't stand a chance against whatever the hell this woman was.
Just as she was closing in, the night air was pierced with the sound of a small motor. Over a stack of shipping crates, a motorcycle came flying through the air with Sean riding on it. The host leaping off his ride and landing on his feet between Roberta and the wrecked Roadrunner as the small vehicle crashed on the other side of the yard.
Rising to his full height, Sean glared at the maid who paused in her steps.
"We don't wanna fight you, Roberta." the host said as calm as possible. "But if you keep trying to kill our friends, we won't hold back."
The maid said nothing, opting to leer at him with those cold blue eyes.
Sean knew that there was only on objective on her mind, getting Garcia home safe. No matter who or what got in her way, she would kill or destroy everything if it meant that she could get her charge out of harms way.
He and his other respected that a great deal, none of what she was doing was because she wanted to. She was doing all of this for Garcia, because it was her job as his caretaker, his protector.
"We can't keep doing this." Sean thought with a deep sigh. His other hummed in agreement.
"Garcia." he said, surprising everyone. The boy slowly climbed out of the car and approached the host with hesitation. "You need to go home, with Roberta."
Garcia looked at him in shock, even Roberta blinked in surprise. Sean knelt down beside him, "Look, we know everything you've seen has scared you. But your protector here did everything that she did for the sake of bringing you back to your father. She cares about you, enough so that she became something that she obviously had tried to leave in her past just to ensure you were safe."
He saw the kid look at his maid with hesitation, "Garcia." Sean said, getting the boy's attention again. "Roberta is still the same person she has always been. Her past doesn't change who she is to you now. She hunted us down because we were keeping you from her, from her protection. We can't fault her for going above and beyond for someone she cares for."
"You. You are not like your comrades." said Roberta. "You weren't intending on giving the young master to the cartel, were you?"
"No, we weren't." replied Sean honestly. "We've done horrible things. Killed people, stolen, even if it was all from people less moral than us. But we draw the line at anything involving children. Especially when those children don't deserve to be in this hell."
"It's good to see your morality is as strong as ever." another female voice spoke out, two seconds before headlights from several cars kicked on, blinding everyone for a second before they noticed a line of men with guns standing in front of them with Balalaika standing at the head.
All around the ship yard, men in uniforms stood upon crates with automatic weapons aimed down at them.
Balalaika approached them with long, meaningful strides. "Let me be honest, Miss Maid." she said casually, "We, at Hotel Moscow, had intended to start a war against the Manisarela Cartel from the beginning."
Behind her, two of her men forced a South American man to his knees and pointed guns at his head while she continued, "Taking care of them was my job, but you saved me the trouble. Right now, their headquarters in Venezuela should be in ruins. Therefore, all of the problems have been solved. The case of Garcia being kidnapped has also been dealt with. There is no more reason for any of you to fight anymore."
"She's right, Roberta." said Garcia. "Let's just go home. I...I don't wanna see you with a gun anymore."
"I agree with you, boy." said Balalaika. "But...does the Bloodhound agree?"
"Bloodhound?" asked the kid.
"Oh, my. So you don't know? She's-"
Roberta went to stop the mob boss from speaking, but found a pistol pressed between her eyes. "I'd stay there, if I were you." Balalaika said in clear warning, all guns around them now aimed at the maid. "This isn't some servant who looks good walking the dog. 'The Bloodhound of Florencia', Rosarita Cisneros. Trained as an assassin in Cuba, she's a former FARC guerrilla. Wanted internationally fro multiple kidnappings and murders. And she's suspected of taking part in the bombing of the US Embassy in Tegucigalpa. She's a real, hardcore terrorist."
"Is it true, Roberta?" asked Garcia, having trouble believing what he had been told.
Roberta bowed her head, clenching her fists. "I...I had no intention of deceiving you, young master. However, there are things in this world that you're better off not knowing. What she has said, is the truth. I...I once believed, in the morning of revolution that would bring justice to this world. For that reason, I became a soldier."
"In my pursuit of he ideal, I killed in every place imaginable. Politicians, entrepreneurs, anti-revolutionists, election management members. I even killed women and children. Dyeing many nights with blood and facing many cold-hearted mornings, what I realized in the end was...that I was no revolutionist. I was nothing but a guard dog for the mafia and their cocaine fields."
Roberta smiled sardonically, "Isn't it ironic? The revolutionists joined forces with the cartels. Saying that a revolution would not happen solely on ideals. As they blurted out those words, they sold their souls. I left the military. The one who took me in then was my deceased father's friend, none other than Master Diego Lovelace...your father."
Garcia gasped, the former soldier turned maid looking to him, her eyes cast to the ground still. "Young master, allowing your kidnapping to happen was negligence on my part. I did not have any other way to save you than becoming my old, steel self that I once abandoned. Bloodhound. Guard dog. That was the only way that I, being called a dog, could repay you with my life."
"Don't say that!" Garcia shouted, "You're not a dog, Roberta! You're my family!" the boy ran forward and embraced Roberta with all his strength. "I don't know any Bloodhound! She probably died somewhere! That Rosarita woman has probably gone to some unknown faraway place, burdened with her sins! She's got nothing to do with you, Roberta! You're my Roberta!"
"...Young Master." Roberta whispered.
"Please, can we just go to our home, Roberta?" the boy asked, looking up at her with tears in his eyes.
The maid knelt down, took out a handkerchief and cleaned his eyes, "Boys are not meant to cry so easily, young master."
Sean smiled at the scene before him, turning to Balalaika. "I take it everything's well in hand?"
"Yes. Although I am sorry you and the others went through all this trouble." replied the Russian leader.
The host shook his head, "It happens, at least things turned out..." he trailed off when that feeling from a few nights ago came back with avengence. His other shifting within as something agitated it.
Turning his eyes to the other side of the yard, someone stood where the sun was beginning to rise over the ocean.
"...Sean." his other said, sensing a large amount of familiarity in the air surrounding the unknown individual as they started making their way toward everybody.
Balalaika's men all aimed their weapons at them, preparing to fire as they became more visible.
A man in his 30's wearing a tattered trench coat. Bald and face gaunt with dark circles under their eyes, looking to be on the verge of collapse from either exhaustion or disease.
"Identify yourself!" Balalaika called out to the man, drawing her own weapon from beneath her military coat and preparing the order for her men.
The man stopped, his almost dead gaze centered solely on Sean who tensed when he and his other felt the connection.
"...No...it can't be." the host said out loud.
"Sean?" asked Dutch.
"Call you're men back." Sean told Balalaika, not taking his eyes off the man.
"Why would we-"
"He's one of us!" the host interrupted her just as the man seemed to explode in a blast of tendrils. All of them wrapping and coiling around him and forming into a large humanoid shape.
Everyone watched as an eight-foot creature stood in the man's place. Similar to Venom except its flesh was dark-grey with black veins stretching across its frame. It's head was a bit longer, almost lizard-like, but had the same number of sharp fangs and wide, jagged eyes.
The creature, another symbiote, rose to its full height and pointed a clawed finger at Sean and spoke in a deep, grave voice.
"We've been looking for you...PAPA!"
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A/N:...Sh**, meet fan. I know a lot of you wanted a bigger fight between Roberta and Sean/Venom, but with what is coming next, I think It'll more than make up for it.
I won't leave you guys in the wind for too long, next update coming soon.