A/N - Hi everybody! I'm sorry it took me so long to update before, but I had a lot going on. N.e.ways, I'd like to thank all my wonderful readers and I'm so glad that I'm getting so much positive feed-back.
closetfan - Thank you for the review! I'm glad you like the story. The reason I switched from Scott in chaps 1 & 2 to Syn in chap 3 (plus this one) was because I wanted to get into the heads of both characters throughout the story, just to show how they feel about the whole situation. Sorry, if I'm not doing a very good job here.


Chapter Four
Hunger

I was confused after I had kissed Scott. I hadn't planned on any kind of physical contact with anybody, especially after being raped and beaten for most of my childhood. Something felt so right about it, but something, also, felt so wrong.

Scott was the only friend I had. He was the only person willing to get to know me, knowing I could have killed him easily.

When he first came around, I was wary of him. No one had ever tried to be my friend, well, besides that little witch Mary-Jane, but she betrayed me. It was strange knowing that there was someone who actually cared what I felt and thought.

Later, I don't know why, but I opened up to him. I told him all about how my father beat me and raped me and how I finally snapped and killed him. Scott seemed to sympathize with me and I felt for him as well, seeing as he didn't have a good childhood either.

He always asked me how I knew he had a dysfunctional family and how his mom always hit him when she got drunk or high. I never told him how I knew, and I don't really know if I want to. I used to play with him by telling him false info on how I figured it out, just so I could watch him run around like a chicken with it's head cut off.

I often wondered if the feelings I had for him were more than that. Maybe that thing they call love? I never knew love, nor had I any interest in it. But then came Scott and I wondered why had I shyed away from it? Why had I avoided it for so long?

I stood at the edge of a pier, contemplating my situation. I was so confused about everything that had been happening lately.

I was curious about the alien symbiote that had fused with me. I had heard about Venom and Carnage, but I didn't think I'd ever see them, seeing as they were more dangerous than I ever was before.

'It would be nice to met one of them, but what if they think I'm inadequate? What if they don't think I'm good enough?' I wondered, feeling a bit uneasy.

I shook my head and heard my stomach growl. I looked down at it and poked it a few times, like I always used to when I was a child.

'Oh, screw it! I'm hungry!' I thought, sensing the symbiote's need to feed. (A/N - It rhymes!)

((I need brains. . .)) The symbiote hissed and my stomach growled again.

I shook my head and turned away from the water, not wanting to think anymore. I heard a few of the dock workers nearby, but what really caught my attention was the thugs running around.

The symbiote receded from my body and there stood a pale skinned woman with crystal blue eyes. I stood there for a second and scanned my surroundings.

There were many warehouses and fishing boats around. Many places to hide. Many places to choose from.

I web-swinged over to the closest building and settled myself in the shadows in the alley beside it. My symbiote growled impatiently in my mind and I sighed.

I heard a few of the thugs approaching and I hissed in anticipation. Once they came into view, I gave a whistle and on of them stopped and looked down the alleyway.

I stepped out of the shadows and looked at him in a sexy manner. He called over two of his friends and I smirked.

"Now, what's a pretty thing like you, doing in a place like this?" The leader said, coming forward.

"Oh, I was just stepping out for a bite to eat when I noticed you three." I replied, hands behind my back.

"Oh, really?" The man said, turning to his friends, smiling like he had just scored a million bucks.

"Really." I said, coming forward to stand directly in front of him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and crushed my lips to his, keeping my eyes on him. His two friends came forward and I shot out two strands of webbing, which hit the two and held them tightly to the wall behind them.

The guy kissing me didn't notice and I smirked against his lips. My fingers headed to his head and I held him by the back of it.

The guy pulled back for breath and I grinned evilly as my fingers into claws and sunk into the man's skull, making him cry out and grab at my arms, trying to pull my arms away.

Once my claws were sunk deep enough, I started to pull at the skull, pulling outwards. The man cried out again, his fingernails digging into the flesh of my arms.

As the blood seeped from the wounds, the symbiote covered my body, hissing at the man in my arms.

The man's skull broke and I pulled the pieces away, dropping them to the floor. The man was still alive, though, and trying to get away. The two men behind him tried to yell and scream, but I sent some webbing their way and it covered their mouths, muffling their yells.

I turned the man in my arms around and rammed him up against the closest wall and jumped up onto the wall, my feet sticking to the wall, but my claws were holding the man up, where the hole in the skull was directly under my mouth.

My hunger took over and my teeth clamped down on the brain in front of me.

((Sustenance. . .sweet sustenance. . .)) The alien hissed in my mind as I chewed the brain and sucked down the juices.

Once I had cleaned out the man's skull, I dropped him and turned to the other men and grinned evilly, making them scream into their webbing gags and try to get out of the webbing cocoons harder.

My symbiote loved the taste of the brains slipping down my throat and seemed to purr as I finished off the men.

'Seems I picked up the taste for brains that the ones before me had.' I mused as I licked the stray juices from my lips.

I felt a tingling sensation in the back of my mind and I looked up, only to see a flash of red and black, just before something collided with the back of my head and I was out cold.

If only I had sense the presence before then.