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Chapter 4: "I am a God!"

The streets were empty because the people had seen a man taken right from the sidewalk by a familiar red and black, oozing tendril. It wasn't long before New York's masked vigilante can to investigate.

Yes, the streets were empty now besides three living and one dead corpse. That was a good thing for Spidey or else he might have accidentally hurt some people while flying through a brick wall into a building, catapulted by an highly annoyed Carnage.

Spidey's vision returned after a moment and he clambered up from the rubble with a nasty laceration along his side, "Let the girl go, Carnage!"

His mouth smiled thoughtfully and he looked back over his shoulder to me before returning his attention to his enemy, "Alright!"

Spider-man furrowed his brows beneath the mask, "What?"

"You deaf, Web-head? I said 'Alright'!"

I simply watched. Obviously Spider-man didn't predict him to say that and was confused by it. Maybe he believed it was some sort of trick.

"Come on, hurry!" I saw Spider-man's hand reach out for me across the street and gesture for me to run towards him. I didn't budge. I didn't want to leave… "Hurry please, Miss!"

"I don't think she wants to go!" Carnage looked back at me, "The little lady here's discovered freedom, you see!"

I could have sworn I saw the eyes on Spidey's mask widen as he stared at the bleeding body at my feet, "In that case, I regret to say that I'll have to take the both of you in!"

"What for?" I started, speaking before my thoughts could catch up.

I stepped beside Kasady, the piece of glass still in my hand, dripping with fresh blood, "Because we kill? Is that all?"

"That man had a family!" I heard him yell, "He had friends and"

"I don't see how that matters to me! Why should I care?"

He was clenching his fists. I had gotten to him somehow, at some point, "Because it's human!"

I felt like I was in a dream, "…I'm not human anymore… I'm a god!"

I felt the weight of Clete's hand on my shoulder and the strange over-lapping voices due to the alien's influence, "That's right! She's above your laws and your humanity! She sees the truth! All of New York will see the truth like her. But first things first, eh? Time to die, Spidey!"

A spear formed on the length of his arm and shot out with incredible speed. My eyes could hardly keep up with it. Spider-man seemed to see the spear and dodged by bending back. It deteriorated before hitting the wall.

Spidey shot web-lines out into the air and sprang forward, darting across the street, aiming to hit Carnage square in the jaw. He was too slow, though. Carnage grabbed his foot before it ever reached his face and swung him around like a helicopter blade, smacking him into anything that was nearby, finally flinging him to the far-side of the alleyway. I was between them.

Spider-man stumbled and stood while Carnage prepared battleaxes along his chest and hands and launched them him direction. Three were canceled out by balls of webbing, a few missed, but one got him as it passed his shoulder. No time was wasted and a web-line shot out again into the city, "I'll come back for you, Carnage! You haven't won anything!"

I felt myself yanked into the air again, but this time against my will. Carnage was still on the ground. I was being taken instead by the masked vigilante and my resent enemy!

"Put me down, you Son of a Bitch!" I squirmed in his grasp.

"If I had no conscience like you, Lady, I'd drop you alright. Just because I –HUGH!" we both were jerked back. I slipped out and began to fall. As I did, I saw a great red monster clobbering Spider-man in mid-air before diving down to save me.

We didn't land. Instead, we ducked behind a building and dropped into an open skylight on the roof of a building. The red and blue vigilante passed above us.

"Are we actually hiding?"

"No. Shut up."

The rest of the afternoon was quiet for having a mass murderer in the same room as me. He had been watching television for most of that day, no longer Carnage but Cletus Kasady again, flipping channels here and there, "brooding" over Spider-man and how the world had always been out to get him. I had postponed unpacking because, well, I wasn't quite over what had happened earlier. I had tried to wash the blood off of my hands but I found that it tended to stain.

"Got any food in this dump?" he grumbled, not even glancing back to see if I was there.

"Yeah, in the fridge," I rounded the corner into the bathroom.

"Make me a sandwich!"

"You're a big boy. Make it yourself."

"Why? What's more important than my sandwich that you gatta take care of now?" I heard the television click off.

"I'm taking a shower, Dummy," I closed the door behind me, locking it, and started the water, de-clothing myself before stepping in.

A moment later, the bathroom door exploded from its hinges and the angry visage of Carnage, skin whipping furiously around him, ripped away the shower curtain, "What the hell did you just call me?"