Peter walked out his school building waiting for Aunt May to arrive, he looked around but was surprised when he saw Patrick, wearing a dark colored wardrobe with a little smile. "Hey Pete."

Peter smiled and looked up at him. "Hey Pat, why isn't Aunt May here?", he asked him curiously.

"Mom told me they changed her shift schedule, so now I pick you up.", Patrick said with a light nod. "C'mon, let's go before it gets dark.", he said as he nudged his 'little brother' along.

Peter may be young, but he also inherited his fathers genius intelligence along with Patrick teaching him things, but Peter noticed how... different Patrick was. The way he spoke, the way he carried himself, it was oozing with confidence. "We haven't talked much have we?", Patrick asked him, in which Peter shook his head. "Well, sorry, I've just been busy with school and work and all. Hmmm... maybe when you're older, we can hang out more."

Peter's eyes lit up in joy as he nodded. "Can we stop at Delmars first?", he asked curiously.

"I don't see why not."

Nightfall finally hit, Patrick had left already right before May arrived to be met with dinner. With Patrick having been at his apartment, clad in his black suit. "I'm beat, I guess I'll just sleep it off.", he said as he ripped the suit off him with ease, the back of the suit having regenerated effortlessly.

Patrick popped his neck as he leapt onto his bed, falling to sleep almost instantaneously. In which... the suit, appearing to be breathing started to move, forming into its gelatinous form and slithering towards him.

~

Patrick opened his eyes, looking around as he was on a plane that had been in midair. Looking about as he saw his aunt fast asleep with his uncle attempting to. He looked further back and saw Eddie Senior, looking at a vial in his hand that held a black ooze.

Suddenly, images blasted through his mind at rapid speeds, he saw the protoplasmic goo that was The Suit being made by the blood of a spider, and what looked like the Lizard Formula, the black goo coming to life and bouncing about. His eyes widened, so that's what the suit was made from?

That was before he tumbled back, the plane... was crashing. Patrick looked up to see a humanoid, hulking, monstrous creature with large white eye splotches, black tendrils whipping about as it rushed down the hall. "HUNGER!", it roared out angrily as it turned to him, then lunged at him.

~

Patrick woke up with a yelp, panting heavily. "What the hell did I just see?! What... was." He trailed off as he was hanging upside down in the middle of New York, The Suit covering him. "How did I get here?", he checked out the suit, he didn't notice how... alive it looked, it was organic, too organic.

"I'll have to figure this out later, maybe I can find some stuff on Oscorp's Special Projects division.", Spider-Man said as the black web slithered back into the suits biomass as he leapt off and swung away. "The Biosuit... it was made to heal Harry I bet, but Richard and Eddie wanted to expand it. And what was that thing?", he peeked at his reflection and saw that same creature looking back at him.

He swung back towards it and noticed it was back to his normal reflection. "What was that...", the spider empowered individual thought to himself in confusion.

His 'eyes' widened, grinning as he saw one of Hammerhead's goons speed off. Zipping through the street and landing right in front of the car, lifting it up effortlessly with one hand as he came in contact with it. "Hey there little piggies."

"Get out! C'mon!", One of the goons broke out of the door only to be webbed to a wall. Tendrils extended from Spider-Man's armpits and ripped the doors off then yanked the goons out.

"Gentlemen, love the fashion.", Spider-Man chuckled as he started to strangle them. "You work for Hammerhead right? I'd love to know what your boss is planning.", he said as he turned back to see more Hammerhead thugs arrive, aiming their automatic rifles at him. "Okay then, I'll ask you guys."

Eddie tapped his head aggressively, contemplating on what he needed to do or what he had to do more accurately.

He needed to get the suit back, but he's worried Patrick might not be as close to Spider-Man as he think. Al he does is take pictures of the guy, he wasn't his friend, more like a work partner in spreading his name.

Yes, he hated the Spider-Man for stealing the suit, but he himself knew that the spider powered individual might not have known what that was. Eddie sighed as he just looked up at the ceiling. "I'll talk with Patrick tomorrow."

Patrick leapt back into his bedroom, ripping the suit off as he passed out directly on the bed. He felt like he hadn't slept in months, years even... why is that?

Cletus Kasady said the Symbiote told him she was hungry, the thought of it being alive shot through his mind. If Carnage was a weaponized sample of The Venom Suit, then maybe Carnage is the only sample being alive, but it might've been both samples as far as he knows.

Patrick didn't care anymore, the suit was helping him in this gang war along with the Defenders doing work around Hell's Kitchen and a bit beyond that.

"Tombstone... I wonder if he lives up to his name."

The next morning, Friday, Patrick walked the pathway to his next lecture and was met with Eddie. "Hey man," Patrick waved at him with a smile.

Eddie smiled, hiding his surprise as Patrick had worn a tight black shirt, light brown pants and black sneakers. He never noticed how Patrick had zero traces of fat, he was ripped. "Man, since when we're you hiding this?"

"Hiding what?"

"You know what I'm talking about, with that muscle you could pull any chick here.", Eddie said chuckling.

Patrick smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I know, but I don't wanna steal someone girlfriend.", he said with a shrug. "We both know I could."

"Never seen you so confident.", Eddie laughed, patting his friends back. "Hey, can you do me a favor? If it's a bit too much then you don't have to."

"Oh?"

"You have some contact information on Spider-Man right? I've gotten the recordings from the other night and it looks like he's wearing The Suit.", Eddie looked at him seriously. "Could you ask him to bring it back?"

Patrick smiled. "I'll see what I can do.", he said as he averted his eyes. He wouldn't bring it back, not at all. It's all his now. And whose gonna say otherwise, he's invincible now. The Gang War is approaching a zenith, he'll have to find Hammerhead's new base of operations before Tombstone could. If he knew anyways. "Oh, what about that paid internship you were having?"

"Oh that? Ehhh I'll see about it, I'll find out later. Alright man?", Eddie said with a small smile as he patted his friends shoulder.

A hammerhead thug walked into the Bar with No Name, his eyes widened as there was no one there. From what he remembered, Vinny was gonna meet him there. "Leo." He turned to see the black suited Spider-Man on a wall. "You have some valuable information I need."

"Bastard!", Vinny took out a glock before he was slammed into a table by a tendril. Groaning in pain as he was held up by that tendril.

"So then, where is Hammerhead?", Spider-Man yanked him over and kept him high in the air. "I don't got all day. So if you know, spill." He said before hanging him upside down.

"A-A-Alright! I give. I can give you the location, just... put me down.", he was then met face to face with a piece of paper and pen.

"Give me the address.", Spider-Man demanded as Vinny wrote it down, handing it over as he smiled... before slamming Vinny's head into the floor. "Thank you for your much appreciated cooperation."

~

Patrick using his costume as casual clothing walked through the streets, rain pouring down on him as he looked up at a Mental Institute, or what once was, as it was abandoned and shut down due to some questionable treatments to the patients there. Patrick looked around cautiously as he entered an alleyway, crawling up as the suit formed around him.

"Yep, that place definitely doesn't look haunted.", the black clad Spider-Man said jokingly as he shot a black web and swung into the broken window. Landing inside and crawling into a vent.

He crawled about before dropping into a large room, he looked around to see a long ramble with a map of New York. "Hmm, looks like they were betting on somethin'. Now where's Hammerhead?", he cocked an eyebrow before hopping into another vent.

He crawled through until he hear people, a grin formed in his face as he exited a vent. Coming in with a punch to some goons head. Tendrils exploded out of his back as he grabbed all the rest, they open fired at him, in which his suit did the trick in creating a shield to catch the bullets. Beating them around violently and brutally.

His eyes widened... did he just do that? He shook his head before kicking open a door and leaping into a hole in a wall. "Huh, weaponry. I guess this is for the Gang War. Once I'm done here, Mr. Negative is next.", he said before making his way into the basement, which took some caution.

The black suited figure looked around, not sure where everyone went but he didn't care... before his spider-sense went off. Leaping over as Hammerhead, a large man with black hair, his head was partially shaped to be flat. Wearing a sharp blue suit. He had rushed past him and broke a massive hole into the wall. "And all this time I thought they called ya Hammerhead because ya had a thing for sharks."

"Steel plated, ya like?", Hammerhead tapped his head roughly, a metallic clunk was heard as he stripped on some brass knuckles. "I like ya kid, from what I've seen you've got some major potential. Let's say, I double the pat Tombstone's givin ya."

"Hmmm, yeah, I'm not working for him and I'm definitely not working for your dumbass.", Spider-Man laughed as Hammerhead shrugged and rushed in, throwing punches at the smaller man who dodged and laughed at him mockingly. "C'mon big guy, I know you can do better than that!"

With a kick, Hammerhead was sent flying and was met with a punch by the black suited hero. Who grabbed him by his suit and threw him into another wall before leaping up and slamming his fist down on him. He missed, he looked into Hammerhead's eyes as he looked genuinely surprised. "Let's try again." Spider-Man playfully said as he was kicked off. The suit catching him by creating tendrils that caught him in mid air.

"Damn freak!", Hammerhead growled as Spider-Man dropped down, he charged at him but was met with a clothesline to the face. Before, Hammerhead could get up, his face was stomped on. The mafia boss was lifted up and mercilessly beaten on, blood splattered the ground as his nose poured with the lukewarm liquid.

Spider-Man whistled casually as he dragged him about through walls, lifting his fist up as it shaped into a mace. He suddenly stopped and looked at Hammerhead, then started to strangle Hammerhead. "H-Hey! I g-give!"

Suddenly, he lifted Hammerhead up and and erupted into a hulking beast, sharing the same features as his normal suit but otherwise resembling the creature from his nightmare, his eye splotches being more jagged. Hammerhead screamed as the thing roared in his face. "YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE! YOU DON'T DESERVE YOUR LIFE! I WANT TO HEAR YOU SCREAM!!", he roared at the man who started to cough, he clawed at the suits chest as he started to lose consciousness. "I WANT YOUR BLOOD! I-!", the creature reeled back as Patrick clawed at its face.

"What's happening to me?! Get this off me!", Patrick was panicking. He leapt through the basement and onto the roof, leaping again as he left Hammerhead to cough and choke on his own blood.

"What the hell?! I almost killed him! Oh my god! What have I done?!", Patrick asked as he was on a roof, attempting to rip the suit off as it roared, screaming violently. "I almost killed him. What is-... gotta get it off me!"

Patrick's eyes moved to a Church with a bell tower. With a powerful leap, he shot himself towards it and broke into the bell tower. "I gotta get it off me! My head- Dad, I can't control this!", he said as he punched the bell.

The suit reeled back in pain as he tried to pull himself out of the suit, but it refused, attempting to pull him back inside. "Cant get it off! I can't stop this! Wont let go of me- dad!! I should've returned it from the start! Get it off me! Off me! Oh my god- it's feeding on me! It's eating me alive! What have I done?! Father! Going to kill me- off me! Off me! OFF ME!", he punched the bell harder.

The Symbiote roared at him as it had a ghostly ripple, he tore the suit off, struggling to force it to let go. But with a smile, he punched the bell again. Both screamed as they were finally separated, Patrick, now naked was slammed into the wall behind him as the Symbiote weakly slithered away.

/End/