A/N: Hello. Just a little warning to you. Since it is bound to get to the Endgame story soon, I've decided to add in the music from Infinity War to properly give out the emotion of a certain scene. It is also because I personally found Alan Silvestri's music to be very well-toned and powerful in various scenes. So, I'm telling you in advance so that you don't think Amanda was playing music while the scenes took place. Well, unless that does turn out to be what she is doing in written action... ;) I realize it is a bit shorter than the last one, but this is all I could come up with at the moment. Hopefully, the next chapter would be longer.

Chapter 2: Beginning of a Symbiotic Relationship

Entry #4

As I drove in my car, having just seen my best friend killed, having the Life Foundation after me, and having a symbiote attached to me, all I wanted at the moment was to be safe in my apartment and never leave it. I didn't even care about what would happen around me anymore; I was too scared. I just wanted my life back. However, the voice in my head had different ideas.

"Your apartment can't keep you safe forever, any more than you can get your life back."

"I don't care, whoever's talking to me. I just want to go back home."

To be left alone.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible."

"And why the heck not?! I never asked for any of what happened to me! What am I even doing here?!"

Suddenly, I ended up running over a man in a motorcycle before he fell all over the street. As he did, I grew very worried about what I did. With all of my shouting and anger, I never paid attention to the road signs and I just about killed a man. Hasn't my life gone downhill already?

"It'll get worse. Trust me."

"Shut it."

But believe it or not, that voice was right. On one side of me, as the crowd grew very surprised at the events as I was, a car pulled up before one of Drake's guards got out and walked over to the man I just about ran over and knelt down. Was I being followed this whole time and I never knew? If he was tailgating me, I would've noticed. Maybe they had a method to keep track? That didn't matter at the moment. When I got a better look at him, I realized who it was.

"Oh, no... Eddie?"

As I began to worry about what happened, Eddie gripped the guard by his throat and the bones and flesh that were broken suddenly repaired themselves before he stood up and became consumed by a giant black creature with white eyes and jagged teeth as it spoke.

"Eyes, lungs, pancreas... so many snacks, so little time."

As this happened, I can tell that the other pedestrians were getting very nervous, having no idea what to make of what's going on. I had no idea either, other than the big honking thought that this must be the paras— I mean symbiote that went with Eddie that night. Regardless, I didn't know what to call it as far as names. But the voice in my head did.

"That's Venom."

"What?"

"Venom. My brother."

As we talked further, Venom, which I assume to be the name of Eddie's symbiote, licked that guard's face as another one shot at him, but it didn't have any effect. Suddenly, he went down to him and literally chomped his head off. As this happened, the people began to scream seeing this, some of them even calling the police to help. As for me, I was too paralyzed to even think of it. With that, Venom took off from the crowd as the voice in my head reconsidered my previous idea.

"On second thought, maybe your apartment is a good idea after all."

"Sure. Now you agree with me."

The rest of the drive, neither of us said or thought anything until I went in and closed the door. After that, I felt strangely hungry for some reason. So, I dug in my pantry and got to a box of chocolate before I just chowed down on it. At that point, I thought it must've been stress-eating; I did just go through an attempt on my life. Anyway, after I had eaten all the chocolate I had, I grew tired and flopped on the bed.

"What is happening to me right now?"

"More than you can ever manage to know."

At this point, I couldn't handle the mystery anymore. I wanted answers. And I wanted them now.

"Enough with the guessing games, okay?! I want to know who I'm talking to and what's going on!"

"Just look in the mirror."

This only earned a sarcastic laugh from me as I didn't have time for jokes.

"Oh, hardy-har-har. Very funny."

"I said, 'look in the mirror.' Now."

Hearing the serious tone in its voice, I mentally retracted my sarcasm and went to the mirror in my bathroom before I noticed that I'm not seeing my face at all. What I saw was a silver being just like Venom except its eyes were dark platinum among the light silver skin and it had sharp teeth just like his, only they weren't nearly as long, about the size of regular teeth, but they were as sharp as ever. In panic, I tried to wash my face, convince myself that everything that happened this morning was all a nightmare and that I could wake up. But when I looked again, that image was still there, haunting me before it spoke to me.

"Now you know who you're talking to."

"No way..."

That's when it hit me. That thing was the same symbiote that saved me. And I called it a parasite in my mind. I was so ungrateful! I didn't want to risk provoking it anymore than I already have, so I quickly tried to apologize to it, not that it made any difference now as opposed to back then. At least then, it would have accepted my apology more quickly.

"I am so sorry about that parasite comment. I didn't mean to offend you like that."

"Well, I guess I can't blame you for thinking that way, considering what you've seen."

"Just tell me. Who, on Mother Earth, are you?"

"I am Spite."

Spite. Honestly, that sounds kinda cool. Sounds like something I came up with. When I was little, I tended to make up cool names for my personas. That's how I got the sense that it knew what I was thinking about as I spoke.

"You read my mind, didn't you?"

"Hard not to. One of my kind's perks."

"Alright. That's one item down on the list. Now, what's going on with me?"

"What do you think? Symbiosis. You're feeling the effects of it right now. Increased hunger, stress, a fit of shock, et cetera."

"What?"

As I got confused about the effects, mostly because it was speaking too fast, I began to get worried for my life, remembering what I've seen the symbiotes do to their test subjects and Dora. Spite must've guessed how I was feeling about it as it spoke to me, because it's "hard not to."

"And to answer your question of, 'how long do I have left to live,' you're not going to die anytime soon. I won't let you."

Maybe it was the stressful day that I had, or maybe even all that chocolate I just ate, but I'm not in a trusting mood.

"Oh, good one. Is that what you told your other subjects before you ate them from the inside out?"

"What other subjects? You're my first one."

"The first?! Great! So I'm the first to die from Spite, then!"

"I told you, I won't let you die."

"How?! How am I supposed to trust that?!"

"First off, if I wanted to eat you, I would have done it already. Second, if you die, I die. And third, as I said before, you're just going through shock."

"Oh, you think?!"

"Listen to me! The point is... I need you."

Knowing for myself how these symbiotes operated, I can only assume why Spite needed me. I knew how long the symbiotes would last after getting out of the host before they ever find another one. And I'm glad I could help her on that, but I still wanted my old life back. To see... Dora. But then, Drake took them both away from me. All the same, I realized I strayed off the topic for what it needed me for as I spoke up.

"Yeah, maybe only until you find another host."

"You don't understand. This is about more than just getting a host. It's about saving your world."

When I heard this, I became confused. And I thought I like to get off-topic.

"What?"

"You saw what Drake's doing to your people. And it's not just him we should worry about. There's a symbiote here that's been trying to get to you in search of a host to help get rid of humanity altogether."

"Another symbiote? Wait. You mean the one that killed Dora and tried to take me over?"

"Yes. He's called Riot. And he's also the commander of our kind."

"Commander? You mean like a leader?"

"No. I mean 'commander.' Our leader is... well, that's beside the point. Anyway, Riot was having us take over the hosts of people who didn't do anything wrong. Back then, I'm not really as docile as I am now."

Remembering the effort Spite put in to breaking me out of the Life Foundation, I found it hard to believe. I mean, how could anything with claws and sharp teeth be docile?

"I heard that."

Having forgotten that the symbiote actually listened to my thoughts, I mentally corrected myself before I spoke to it.

"Sorry. Please, continue."

"As I was saying, back then, I was just like the others. Angry, uncaring, hateful. That is, until I bonded with someone... someone offworld. It turned out, when I did that, her sense of right and wrong rubbed off on me. And it intrigued me. That's when I realized we were going on about this all wrong. Since then, I've been trying to resist Riot. But so far, he's been able to beat me at every turn."

At that moment, I remembered how Spite went to me over Cletus. Then, I remembered how it took off into the vents and left me without proof, resulting in Venom being in Eddie.

"Yeah? Well, why did you—?"

"Run into the vents? I was already weakened by Riot from our last encounter. Besides, I had to get my brother out somehow. I knew that by hiding, you'd go look for other evidence. I think you can guess who the evidence was."

"Oh. Well, how did you know Drake would... try to kill us?"

"I didn't. The cold air in the vents kept me alive without a host for however long it took, so I had to stay hidden. I didn't know how long I was in there. I wanted to get to you, but Riot was about to beat me to it. I couldn't let him get to you."

As Spire explained this to me, I became very frustrated with it. If it was hiding in those vents the whole time, it could've come out to save Dora before Riot did away with her. It should have.

"But you could let him get to Dora? She was my best friend, and you let him kill her! You could've tried to save her!"

"I couldn't! I was weak back then!"

"You should've made Dora your host instead of me! At least then, she'd still be alive!"

As I said that, tears were starting to leak out of my face like a fire hydrant. I was so upset over what happened that as I tried to speak, my words just drowned.

"She'd still be... she'd..."

Play Alan Silvestri Music: "Porch"

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I went to my bed before I started to sob at what happened to her. And it's even worse that my life as I knew it is over, which made me sob a little harder as Spite looked at me as its head poked out from my back, a sort of floating head that looked right at me and spoke.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save Dora, Amanda. I really am. But we are the only ones who know what Drake and Riot are doing, and the only ones who can stop them. She would've wanted you to."

As I heard this from the symbiote, I knew Spite was right, and that she didn't need to read my mind to know that. Dora would've given her life away to stop Drake anyway, not that I wanted her to. But so far, that's the best way to honor her as far as I'm concerned. As my sobs went away, I wiped my tears away before looking at the floating head in front of me. As freaked out as I was, I didn't care about that. After all, Spite did save me. And... I needed this closure.

With all the things that people have done, I could care less about the world. But I also didn't want any good people to die on my conscience. Then I'd be no better than Drake is. As if I'd ever be reduced to that. With that, Spite spoke to me again as its face drew closer to me.

"So, do we have a deal?"

For a moment, I held my answer to myself to consider my pros and cons. If I said yes to that, I'd end up on the run, but if I said no, I'd still be on the run. If o said yes, I'd do everything in my power to stop Drake at the cost of a normal life, but if I said no, I'd have my life back. I would've been stuck debating it if I didn't remember what Drake did to me. To Dora... As an answer, I held my tensing fists at bay before I took my breath and inquired it a question of my own.

"Where do we start?"

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