(A/N - Hopefully, this will be the last revision. Hope you all like it!) 4-22-05
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A/N: Sorry if anyone seems out of character and sorry if it sucks. Flames are welcomed, as I will be making smores with them.
Chapter One
And So It Begins
Some things should never happen. Some things should never even be attempted. Something's are better off being left alone and never given a second glance.
One such forbidden thing has been attempted before. One forbidden apple was plucked from the tree.
I was there when it happened. I saw what had taken place. Many lives could have been destroyed because of one person's stupid mistake.
Fortunately, I was there. I was able to stop the most powerful symbiote from trying to kill all of New York. Wow, I'm not even a superhero and I was able to stop something that Spider-Man wasn't! Even man's come true, huh? To be able to stop a villain that had even Spider-Man on his tiptoes.
Anyway, this is my story.
"Dr. Anderson, do you think she'll survive?"
"I'm not sure, Scott. One thing is for sure, though. This creature is trying to form a bond with her. Like the other symbiotes, it seems to have found a suitable host. Janson was definitely the right subject for this experiment!"
I, Scott Trevor, looked down at the young woman strapped to the table. I was worried out of my mind. I wonder if "shaking in my boots" would have been a good description of how I had felt at one point.
'If this thing bonds with her, . . . If she turns out like the others, . . .' I couldn't finish the thought, as I watched the black goo cover the young woman's body, quickly. 'I wish I could've been able to help her earlier, instead of having Miss "screw-this-up-and-die" get to her first.' I turned away, not being able to witness the transformation. Dr. Anderson seemed to notice this, but didn't care as long as the experiment was successful.
The young woman strapped to the table was Rosa Janson, a known killer. Her black hair and crystal blue eyes were what made her a beautiful, but deadly creature. She had killed her father when she was a little girl and was sent to a sanitarium by the local authorities to try and get her some help, unfortunately, it did more harm than good and now she has a whole new hate list, . . . written in her own blood! I should know, 'cause I saw the thing.
'I can't believe she chose Rosa for this! Rosa's too unstable to be bonded with the alien. That thing will probably drive her even more over the edge!' I thought in a panic. 'I mean, she's nice if you really get to know her and earn her trust, but if you instantly get on her bad side, you might as well dig your own six-foot hole, 'cause you'll be in it soon enough!'
Dr. Victoria Anderson was the one conducting this experiment. She was one of those people who do things, knowing she shouldn't, but does it anyway. She was a tall red-head with blue eyes. She knew she shouldn't experiment with a symbiote and a human, but did it anyway, and wasn't going to live long enough to regret it.
And I was just a simple guy in the wrong place at the wrong time! I was tall young adult with sandy brown hair and green eyes. Fairly handsome, so I'm told. I had a problem with self-esteem issues and believed I didn't look that good at all. I was one person that greatly disapproved of the experiment, but went along with it anyway for fear of loosing my job, the only thing I had at the moment to support me. Little did I know, I was going to get more that I ever bargained for before this whole ordeal is over.
A sample was taken from some of the strongest of people to experiment with. A sample from Carnage and Venom's flesh while they were in captivity. Also, a bit of Rogue's (from the X-Men) blood was taken and played around with before actually combined with the other two samples.
Anderson had picked Rosa for the experiment because of her emotional outbursts, which seemed to draw the symbiotic life-form to her. One minute Rosa could be happy and the next she could be ready to rip someone's face off. I'd say she was more sane before she first entered that place they call a sanitarium.
And you would probably want to get out of the way when that little outburst happens. Rosa could've easily ripped apart a horse without blinking an eye!
For some reason, Dr. Anderson thought that making the new symbiote a female would keep it from being as destructive as the others. Little did she know that the new symbiote could be worse than the others if she really wanted to.
Rosa opened her eyes, slowly, and looked down at her body, watching as the black goo devoured her completely. She hissed as she felt the symbiote connecting with her nerves, merging with her entirely, but she was tired and couldn't fight. The bonds holding her were keeping her from moving, anyway.
Anderson gasped as she witnessed the transformation. I looked at Rosa, as well. I couldn't believe that the monster lying there was Rosa.
Rosa's long black hair was replaced by tentacles and her skin was like that of Venom's. Red markings, like three long claw-marks, were going over her shoulders, like someone held had dug their fingernails into her there and scratched her as she tried to run away. There were, also, red markings on her hips, like the ones on her shoulders. Rosa's fingernails had become lethal claws and were digging into her palms.
"It worked, I can't believe it!" Anderson stated and she rushed up to Rosa's side. "Janson, how do you feel?" Rosa looked up at her and smirked. . . no, it wasn't Rosa. How could that inhuman fang-filled grin be Rosa?
"The name's Syn and we feel great!" Rosa said, breaking her bonds and grabbing Anderson by the throat. "The females are always the most dangerous, Doc. Thought you would've known that."
I turned and went for the door, but was stopped when I was grabbed from behind by one of Rosa's tentacles. I hissed in pain as the tentacles tightened their grasp ever so subtly. I was, suddenly, jerked forward and Rosa stared at me, surveying my panicked reactions towards her.
A stream of tears began to fall down my cheeks as I looked at the creature in front of me in panic, holding me up, keeping my feet from touching the floor.
Something seemed to click in Rosa's mind and she tilted her head to the side, as if considering something.
Rosa pulled me even closer to her face and I gasped as I stared into her big, blank white eyes.
"You have not truly wronged me. You were only thrown into this by mistake. You . . . will live another day." Rosa whispered in my ear and I shivered.
The alien sat me down and I went for the door, yet again, expecting to be caught once more, but it never happened and I was able to get all the way out of the room before the other woman in the room was brought back to her attention.
((From what I was told, this is what happened within the room.))
Rosa laughed and turned her full attention back to the woman struggling for air in her grasp. Anderson clawed at the hand holding her tender throat and tried to kick at Rosa, but a piece of the alien costume caught Anderson's legs and held them still, cutting off the circulation.
"You shouldn't have started gambling with the lives of the patients, Doc. I might have liked you, or even spared you, if you hadn't gambled mine!" Rosa hissed and her grip tightened greatly, making Anderson's face turn purple from lack of air.
One of Rosa's tentacles reached forward and stabbed straight through Anderson's throat, severing her spinal cord. Rosa dropped the doctor and walked toward a nearby window, surveying the bars on the other side of the glass.
"Break it! Freedom is closer than it ever was and ever will be. We need to be free." The symbiote told her and Rosa nodded, punching the glass and bending the bars with the help of the added strength of the symbiote.
Rosa climbed out the window and, by instinct, started to crawl up the side of the building.
The alarms started going off, notifying Rosa that someone had found the bodies already.
'Probably, the guards outside the door.' Rosa thought as she jumped over the side.
Two guards on the roof turned and began to shoot at her as she ran across the roof, toward the parking lot. Rosa, suddenly, stopped and looked at the guards and frowned.
"You dare shoot at us!" Rosa growled and she shot some webbing out at them, smirking as they were stuck to the rooftop and couldn't reach their guns.
Rosa continued on her way, holding onto the hope that she wouldn't get caught.
Later at the Parker residence. . . ((Also, from what I was told. . . by a certain Spider))
Peter Parker sat on the couch, watching the TV, well, actually, flipping through the channels, and not seeing anything of interest. He was bored to death with nothing to do! Oh no!
He stopped when he got to the news, wondering if anything was going on that Spider-Man needed to help with.
"It has been reported that a creature resembling the symbiote Venom has escaped from the Smith-Greene Sanitarium. This creature has already killed two and probably won't hesitate to kill again. Rosa Janson is also missing from her cell in the sanitarium. She is a convicted killer. If anyone sees one of these two they are to notify the police immediately." The reported said and they showed pictures of two people.
One was a mug shot of Rosa and the second was an artist's drawing of the creature as described by a witness. Peter couldn't place why, but her had the nagging feeling that the two were connected.
"Guess it's time for Spider-Man to investigate." Peter said and he got up, turning off the TV.
