Chapter Three
Confusion

He said he would help me. He said he would make the pain go away. I figured he would be lying. I figured he would turn against me, but he was the only person I had on my side, whether he liked the fact or not.

He seemed nervous around me. He needn't be. I wasn't going to hurt him. The thought never even crossed my mind. I just felt I needed to strike a little fear into him once in a while to keep him on my side and not stray.

Everyone feared me, and that is the way I intended it to be. I wanted everyone to know my reason for my rage. I wanted people to scream when the saw me. I wanted to taste the blood of my victims in my mouth. I wanted to hear the sounds of my claws ripping through their flesh and my teeth tearing chunks out of their bodies.

All of it was so invigorating. All of it made me feel alive.

Maybe if I had been able to change, maybe I wouldn't be sitting here by myself in a cold, dirty cell.


I was sitting crouched down on top of a building, looking down over the city streets. I could see the city's inhabitants bustling around, looking a little like ants from so far up.

((If only they knew how much danger they're really in.)) I heard in my head.

"True. They would be running around like chickens with their heads cut off, if they knew." I replied, in a low voice, to the alien.

((We will dominate them. They will fear the very mention of our name.)) The voice hissed in my head and a sinister grin stretched my lips.

Suddenly, a name entered my mind and I growled. It was the name of a person the was once my friend, now my most hated enemy.

"Mary-Jane." I growled, my claws digging deeper into the cement under them.

((Do not worry about her. We will crush her. We will make her pay for not helping us. She will suffer.)) The creature hissed in my mind and I shivered with anticipation as I thought up different death/torture scenarios. ((She will suffer. . .)) The creature hissed in a lower voice and I closed my eyes and sighed.

I heard footsteps behind me and tensed up a bit, but relaxed when Scott's scent drifted to my nose.

'He must've noticed I wasn't in the apartment and came looking for me.' I mused as I continued to glare at the people walking on the street below me.

"Rosa? What're you doing up here?" Scott asked in a low voice as he crept closer to me.

"I was bored." I replied, straightening up and turning to face him, the symbiote slipping back to reveal my face, but leaving my tentacles flying about behind me head. "I needed to think."

Scott nodded, a distant look in his eyes, and I tilted my head to the side, wondering what was bugging him. He seemed to notice my unasked question and sighed.

"What's the matter?" I voiced my thoughts.

"I was just wondering where I went wrong in my life to be brought to this." The young man whispered, looking down, and I walked up to him, a question still lingering in my mind.

Scott looked up and gasped when he saw how close I was to him. I could hear his heart beat quicken in a sudden fright.

"Do you not like me being here?" I whispered and Scott took a deep breath.

"I'm just scared." Scott said, looking up into my eyes. "What if you go over the edge and try to kill me? Or, what if Carnage or Venom hear about you and decide to come looking for you? What if you get sent back to the sanitarium?"

I stood in thought, watching him for a moment. Did he really care about my well-being? Or was it an act so that I wouldn't kill him? Those questions and many more began to take form in my mind. I was even more confused than ever before and I didn't like it one bit.

I did the only thing that seemed sensible at that moment. . .I grabbed Scott by the collar and pulled him toward me,. . .crushing my lips to his.

Scott struggled at first, but gave in after a few seconds. He put his hands on my hips and brought me closer to him, while I slipped my arms around his neck.

My tentacle-hair twitched a bit, but a couple of them reached out and held his head to mine, keeping him in place. Scott pulled back at the feel of my tentacles and raised a hand up to touch one of them. Scott caressed the tentacle and it wrapped itself around his hand.

I closed my eyes and sensed the symbiote becoming restless. I felt the need to kill. To plot my revenge. To rip my enemies apart, piece by piece.

I shook my head and looked back at Scott to see him gazing at me questioningly. I gave him a small smile and pulled away from him.

((Kill. . .destroy. . .annihilate.)) The symbiote began to whisper in my mind. ((Retribution. Swift, methodical retribution.)) It hissed.

I looked to Scott as the symbiote covered my face once more. He seemed to be in thought about what had just taken place. I was a little curious about what had gone on myself. I had never been kissed before. . .well, not willingly anyway. It was strange and new. . .and it felt so right.

"I. . .I have to go!" I said, quickly, unsure of what was really going on.

I turned from Scott and jumped off the edge of the building, web-slinging through the city. Searching for somewhere quiet to think. Unfortunately, I would live to regret leaving Scott alone.