Venom: Season 1- Beginnings

by Fanfiction Messiah

Moments. They make up our entire lives. Some are good. Some are bad. And some are down right horrible. But what happens when one of those moments are... in between kind of moments? Those moments are really the ones that can make or break our entire lives. So, what happens when a middle school child goes through one of these moments? Well, this story tells of exactly that.

2. Chapter 1: Origin Part-1: Part-1

Venom

Season 1

Chapter 1:Origin part 1: part 1

(redundant, I know.)

But before we get to that moment, we must first understand how we got to that moment in the first place.

It all started back in the 1990's, when my "dad", Eddie, met my Mom…

Actually, I don't remember my moms' name, because she left when I was younger, so I don't remember anything about her, and my dad didn't help with that either.

See, my father was, and isn't a good person, in the slightest, he very abusive, has a temper to rival a Mexican fighting bull, and now a days, is a very heavy drinker.

In fact, he's one of the reasons I picked up playing sports.

I've played plenty of sports in my life, baseball, basketball, ice hockey, even golf.

But the sport I've stuck on to the most is football.

Here's the thing though, I stand 5'2, weigh 125, and couldn't even see past the line men that were protecting me.

That's right, a 5'2 scrub is playing quarterback.

Oh, I just realized, I haven't told you what I look like yet.

Well, as I said, I'm 5'2, weigh 125, I'm white, have curly dark brown hair with blond tips, a buttery smooth face, I have sapphire blue eyes, and I have a slightly chubby face, despite the fact that I look like a chop stick that got shaved down in a pencil sharpener.

Where was I? Oh yeah.

Well, eventually, I started learning a technique to help me see past said line man, probably the same technique that Russell Wilson and Kyles Murray use, and that's looking through the holes the line man make, and passing through said hole if I see a open receiver.

And, guess what, I'm actually pretty good at passing the football, but my best weapons are probably my legs, though.

But enough of that, let's get back to my life, with my shitty dad.

Since my mom left, or died, who knows at this point, if I wasn't getting abused by him enough I became the focus of it, shocker, right?

So all the beatings I got were 10x worse, and most of the time it was for stupid reason after stupid reason.

Like the most recent one was because of my report card.

Now I know what you're thinking, "Matt, if you had a bad report card, don't you deserve to be punished!?"

Yes I do, but the reason for it was so stupid for how bad the beating was.

Let me show you what the card looked like:

English: A+

History: B

Science: B+

Home EC: B

Math: 'C'

Extra : B+

See the C in math, yeah, I'm not the best in fractions or algebra, then again, who is, without a calculator, and, or, being a major nerd, able to solve any of those questions?

Well, here's the thing, just listen, to what he says when he sees the math score:

…."STAY. HERE.", he says, in one of his famous low and commanding voices.

After that it was a good 30 minutes of getting my ass beat with a belt, a chair, anything could grab and beat me with really.

And guess what happens after he breaks one of his precious chairs: he makes me give him all my money to pay for a new one, and goes back to beating me.

Yeah my life's a mess at home, and it barely gets better outside of it.

For my entire life I've had a group of bullies following me, led by this black kid (not racist, I promise) named Jackson, all of which really don't know when to stop, but they don't beat me, so I guess that's good, but they still write death threats, put them in my locker, and I trash them before I even think of opening them.

Sadly though, they realized that I just threw them away, and they wrote what they said on the letters.

But for 2.5 years, they're was someone who made my life worth it: her name was Lucy Petrovich.

She's beautiful, she's white as snow, she has this midnight black hair, a blemishless face, and has this fiery spirit that just let's her exude this confidence, something I wish I had for the longest before-

Before We came into your life?

Yeah,yeah. We'll get to your origin story after this, okay?

We better you bi-

No need for language.

You're one to talk.

Yeah I know.

Well, ladies, gents, I think that's a good stopping point, but when we come back, we'll have show the day that my life changed, forever.

WE WILL BACK…. whenever we feel like it.

Surprised I already had people reading this story, and I just gotta say I'm proud of myself for this, writing a story and all that.

As they said the next chapter will be coming some time in the future, probably later this month given how I've written multiple chapters to this already, so stay tuned for that.

Until then, stay safe, watch out for anyone that's breathing but I didn't give them permission to do so, and have a great rest of your day.