Eddie Brock arrived an hour later at his apartment in Manhattan. It was a small apartment, one he could afford on a journalist's salary. There were magazines and various other newspapers strewn around the apartment. There was a stack of dishes in the sink and Brock reminded himself to take care of that.
"You could have taken care of him right there." The voice told him
"But I was in the middle of pizza place filled with people."
"No matter, I want Spider-man dead."
Brock nodded. "I understand but these things take time. It'll be soon I promise."
"Hopefully, you'll do it before I go for another host."
Brock walked over to a storage closet and opened the door. Inside was an old weight set Brock had taken with him from his high school football days. He wasn't sure why he took it with him, probably for nostalgia than anything else.
He took his hand and placed his hand on one of the old ten pound barbells. He picked it up in his right hand and balanced the weight in his hand. Now after so many years, Eddie Brock had this urge or desire to use these weights. To train himself for the upcoming day he would kill Spider-man.
After working out for a couple of hours. Brock went over and opened the window taking in the cool night air. While a normal person would be dead tired after such a workout, he felt exhilarated by the energy flowing through him. He craned his head out into the city night looked at his environment. Then he brought himself out of his apartment onto the ledge and then jumped. He was now in his other "Clothes" and swung between the towers looking below to see if anything was going on. Also, to get a lay on the land, while Brock had been in the city for well over ten years. He never did it like this.
"Come on, you know you want it." The thug told her.
"No, No, please I've got money."
"I ain't interested in money." The thug began to tear away at the woman's clothes. The woman screamed but no one heard her in the dead alley she had been dragged into.
"Please, no, for the love of god!" She cried as the thug was preparing to enter her. When he stopped and looked around him thinking he heard something fall to the ground.
"One moment" He said as he hiked up his pants, leaving the woman on the ground.
The thug went to see if anyone tried to stop him. But it appeared no one was around, that was until he heard the sound of growling near him.
"Who's there?" He called out
There was no answer and just as he turned around and went back to finish his act. A massive figure jumped out in front of him with it's long tongue lashing at him and the endless rows of teeth glaring in the moonlight.
The thug screamed in a pitch so high he never had done it before. It said nothing as it laid into the guy: Punching, kicking, and slashing till the thug was nothing more that a blubbering mass on the ground.
"Please man, don't do it!" He cried.
It looked at him and the thug saw his reflection in the massive white eyes. It growled and began to shoot webs from its hands and covered the thug from head to toe, leaving a small space for him to breath, very small. Now it had one more thing to do. While a part of him wanted to eat the thug's brain, it had a better idea.
"Okay, what's the next question?" Officer Donald Schultz asked
Officer Jennifer Dale cleared her throat and read from the study guide. "Uh, let's see."
"Come on Dale, you want that gold shield you've got to study for the exam, plus who better than a guy who took the exam three times."
"Yeah but failed all three times."
"Hey the last time I took it, I was two questions away."
"Then if you were so close? Why don't you take it now?"
"I don't know, guess I got tired of chasing. Besides I like what I do now, sure some gold shield might get press but were the ones out on the line making a difference making sure we do our jobs so the detectives aren't called."
"That's pretty profound."
"Well you listen to a lot of idea in this car. Both on this side and in the back."
Schultz and Dale continued to review for the exam and the night continued to be quiet.
"So what's the next question. . ." Schultz was about finish his sentence when something crashed on the cruiser's windshield.
"THE HELL!" Schultz screamed as he tried to steady the cruiser. Both of the officer's training kicked in and Dale went for the radio as Schultz tried to drive with a massive object the car's hood.
He slammed on the brakes and got out of the car. Traffic swerved out of their way, trying not to hit the officers.
"10-13, 10-13." Dale shouted into the radio. She relayed the address to central dispatch who told her that units were on their way.
Schultz went over and looked at the object lay upon the hood. It appeared to be a mummy but on closer inspection, Schultz found out it was someone wrapped up in that webbing his sergeant instructed them about. That it would take an hour to dissolve and don't try to remove it without something sharp.
The man on the hood was barley alive, but despite the sudden breaking. The webbing had clung onto the steel of the car hood.
"Got any idea where that came from?" Schultz asked Dale.
She looked around. "Came at us from that direction." She pointed towards the direction of an alley.
"All right, wait here. I'm gonna look to see if anything is down there."
He ran down to the alley as the sounds of sirens grew. He pulled out his revolver and ran down the alley. There was someone coming towards him.
"NYPD" He shouted
There was more screaming but it was female. Schultz noticed that her clothes were torn as she ran by him.
"POLICE!" He screamed out as ran down the alley with his gun in hand. Ready for anything that would come at him. That is till he saw a strange figure standing in the middle of the alley doing nothing.
"NYPD!" He shouted. "Hands in the air! Hands in the air!
The figure just made noises Schultz had never heard before and then the figure opened his mouth revealing the endless rows of teeth. This had been the strangest thing Officer Schultz had seen in his entire life.
"What are you?"
The figure made no vocal sound as it turned his back and began to walk away.
"Don't move!" Schultz warned. He then fired one round from his revolver at the creature.
It stop for a second and Schultz saw something fly out of the creatures body catch the bullet. It hung high in the air as if a hidden limb and caught something in the air. The limb came right up to him and he was frightened and fascinated at the same time.
The limb came right up to him opened and drop a small object at Schultz's feet. The limb than reverted back to the creature body and disappeared into the night.
Schultz bent down to look at the object that was dropped at his feet. He picked it up and looked right at it. It was the bullet he had fired from his revolver.
"I couldn't believe what I saw out there. I mean even if I told the sarge, he wouldn't believe a word of it."
Schultz was talking in an overly excited manner at the coffee shop they frequented on their breaks. It took them a couple of hours to explain what had happened. They learned the guy thrown onto their car had prior counts of rape and was going to commit another one. That's all they knew, the victim was hysterical and it took several shots of sedative to calm her down.
Schultz and Dale were now on their break and trying to calm down after their experience tonight.
They sat and drank coffee till they were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Schultz looked up and recognized who it was. After a week absence, Eddie Brock had come by for his nightly visitation.
"Morning, officers. Anything happen out there in the naked city." He said as he sat down in the booth they were sitting in.
"Oh you can't believe what happened to us, Brock." Schultz said with excitement "And as always my partner can validate it for me."
"Okay, go"
"Well were out in patrol going over the usual when suddenly this thing hits our car. I mean it was big, find out this was some guy covered in webbing.
"So after we radio for assistance, I go down in the direction of where the guy was thrown from. There's this woman whose screaming as she runs away. Turns out the guy in the webbing was trying to rape the woman. But that's not all. When I got down in the alley, I saw the most amazing thing."
"What did you see?"
"There was this figure or whatever the hell it was. Had these teeth, I mean there was row after row of it. Last time I saw teeth like that was the time the Croc Hunter had encounter the world's most Venomous snakes. I even remember what the show was. "Venom Vacation."
"Venom eh?" Brock said with interest. Something inside him like that name "Venom". That would be something to use at a later time.
"What do you think Brock? Think we got something?"
"I'll see what can I do."
"You know the deal."
"Oh trust me, Don, you'll be put in a very good light."
"Remember my partner also."
"Of course"
"She's gonna take the detective's exam soon."
Brock smiled at Dale. "Good for you, maybe you'll be giving press conferences and I'll be asking you questions."
Dale looked at Brock. "Let's not get too excited."
The three of them continued to talk as the night wore on.
It was now the wee hours of the morning and Peter Parker was having trouble sleeping, he tossed and turned in his bed. When he heard a sound. Peter rose from bed and looked through his sleep deprived eyes and noticed what look like a black figure hanging over him.
Startled Peter cleared his eyes and realized what was over him. It was a creature with a long tongue that appeared to drip some kind of slime on his bed. Its mouth was open and reveled its teeth, the many long fangs and how it gleamed in the moonlight. Peter had no idea what this creature was and he wondered why wasn't his spider-sense going off?
The creature made sounds he had never heard in his life. It hung over him and it's claws out ready to strike.
To Be Continued
