Immediately, I felt the pulse back in my head and my body moved on its own. My hand raised and something was caught within it, something small and smooth. I jerked my head up, opening my hand towards me.

Chalk?

I saw the teacher, who was red in the face. Mr. Yamamoto was one of the teachers in our classroom who was known for his legendary precision and power when throwing chalk at students. Some rumored he was superhuman, his power being able to throw small projectiles as fast as a bullet. Not many believed it, but it was almost believable. Any student unlucky enough to talk in his class, which he ultimately always heard and knew who was talking, would get the chalk.

Now, I was getting the chalk but I wasn't punished by it. Instead, it laid in the palm in my hand as if I had been holding it this entire time. This never happened, and Mr. Yamamoto wasn't impressed enough by it to calm himself down.

"Izumi!" He yelled as he stood straight up. His outfit was always professional, him wearing a pair of suit pants and a jacket that matched. He was a somewhat tall man with black hair that parted down the middle and went down just past the ears. "Just because you were late to class does not give you permission to murmur in my class room!"

He began to approach me as I held out the chalk for him. I apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know I was thinking out loud."

He sighed as he snatched the chalk from my hand, "Perhaps if you were focusing on the lesson, you wouldn't be so deep into thought!" He turned as marched away, his head high and face smug.

We can feed on him. No one would notice. Or care...

I ignored the symbiote, whose name was claimed to have been Venom. I took the teacher's advice and focused on schoolwork. The day continued on as normal, lessons continued and I took an effort to keep myself quiet.

Noon

It was time for lunch and I took the opportunity to go upstairs onto the roof. I needed some time to maybe clear my head and get some fresh air, though it didn't seem likely to me that my head would be clear since another creature invaded my head. The door was locked but Venom and I just ignored as it was easily remedied by the symbiote picking it with small tendrils coming out of the tie and into the door knob. I strode onto the roof, feeling the breeze on my face and the bright sky shining on me.

I continued to walk forward, sitting down on the fence in front of me that blocked anyone from accidentally falling off. I began to dig in, enjoying a bit of peace and quiet. This didn't last.

The symbiote emerged from the tie. I jumped as the sharp teeth morphed from the outskirts of its mouth, jutting in and out of the mouth as it wished, the tongue sliding out of its mouth too. The tongue was a pale red which extended far greater than any tongue should have. The eyes were just lenses still, with no clear shape to them.

"What do you want?" I set my eating utensils down on the trey.

Venom's eyes narrowed, "We haven't given any thought to fighting the other aliens."

I sighed, opting to look to the city instead of it, "Because I don't plan on fighting anything. I'm not a fighter, I don't fight."

The symbiote moved in my view, the tie seemingly breaking the laws of physics, "We fought that scum well, and we didn't do too much to help."

"No, you warned me about the robber and gave me enough time to duck his swing." I pointed a finger at it, "You helped me there."

"That was no action of ours." It flicked its tongue a little.

I shook my head, groaning a little as I said, "Doesn't matter anyway, because I still am not fighting anyone!"

Venom closed the distance between us, its tongue even almost stroking my nose, its lenses narrowing. "Even if that means people die because of our inaction?"

I stopped at that question. My head rolled towards the door of the roof as the air conditioner was whirring on the platform ahead. I thought back to last night, the creature that almost drilled a hole in my face had it not been for Venom. Then to the police radio, the mention of multiple people claimed to have been eaten by what Venom and I thought to be those other aliens. The thought of it almost made me sick to my stomach.

I looked back over the city, standing up as I peered over some of the buildings as skyscrapers stood high in the background. I looked back to the symbiote who was stationary and following my movement, "Why do you care so much? I thought your only concern was me being alive and feeding."

It cackled, "We do not care, we only figured we would. We do whatever we want. What do we want to do?"

My appetite was lost. I turned my head back over to the city where I knew there were people probably being hurt or killed by those aliens at this moment. Regret was filling my stomach before I even asked.

"What... what can we do?" I could feel the satisfaction Venom felt at that moment.

"We cannot be late for class, so we will show us later." I looked down at my trey again, deciding to head back down and into the school again after Venom turned back into his disguised form.

Four O'Clock

The school bell rang and it was time to go home. Everyone was getting up to head home as the usual would have been to do. I was still finishing the last bit of notes so I wasn't putting things away until everyone already had their things and were starting to file out and into the halls.

As I was putting things in my bag I saw someone approach me. I looked up to find Mr. Yamamoto standing in front of him.

I sat straight up, immediately thinking the worst to come, "Sir, if this is about earlier-"

The teacher raised his right hand, "Yes, but you aren't in trouble." He lowered his hand on Shinichi's shoulder, "I only caught wind of why you were late during lunch, I hadn't known you'd been in the midst of a robbery this very morning. I wanted to formally apologize to you, Izumi."

I sighed in relief, giving the teacher a small smile, "It's okay, Mr. Yamamoto. You couldn't have known."

The teacher nodded, giving a stern smile, "Then you better get home and rest. After a day like today, you probably need it."

He walked to his podium, getting his things before walking out. I got my things together and did the same. I walked through the halls which were beginning to be glazed by the yellow sky. I walked down the flight of stairs, eventually reaching the ground floor where the lockers were. I didn't need to open mine since Venom just had to change shape and color, which was one thing I began to like about this whole situation. Not needing to worry about clean clothes and changing would make life just a little easier to handle.

As I walked into the sun, the wind ran through me and I felt great again. I took my time walking to the gate, not too eager to get outside. I had decided with the symbiote that we would go further into Tokyo to kind of test what it could do, since it did seem like it had more to show me. It was very happy about that, which reminded me of a primary school kid who is about to have recess in a few minutes. I was mainly anxious about if someone saw me changing into a monster with the face Venom seemed to don any time it showed its own face.

I was so deep into thought I almost didn't notice someone calling my name.

"Izumi!"

I recognized the voice, turning and smiling. "Murano!" She had her school uniform on, a blue blazer with a grey skirt and a white dress shirt. Her brown bangs were tied up and out of her face, letting her freckles show on her cheeks and her brown eyes.

She was jogging towards him, nudging his shoulder a bit as she did, "Where are you off to? Your house is in the other direction." She asked as she pointed behind herself.

I shook my head, smiling at my close friend, "Yeah, I'm actually thinking about taking a little walk in the city. To clear my head, you know?"

"Oh, mind if I join you then?"

I immediately shook my head, "In most cases, I would be fine with that, but I really just wanted to think about things. You did hear about how I came to school, right?"

Satomi's eyes widened, "Is everything okay? I heard that you were escorted into school by a police officer!"

"Yeah, some guy came in the store and decided to rob it."

Her face became even more unsettled, "Oh my gosh! I didn't realize. Are you sure you don't want to have someone to talk to about it?"

She was holding my arm now. It was extremely difficult for me to say no to her, but Venom talked me out of it.

We need to feed.

I smiled, "I appreciate you asking, but I really do just want a bit of time to walk and get some air. Sorry."

"But," her face was fixed in concern, "what about the Mincemeat Murders?"

"The what?"

"You haven't heard? There have been murders all over Japan and some other parts of Asia." She opened her smartphone and showed me the headline. "People are being killed everywhere! They seem to be torn apart and unidentifiable in some cases, which is why they're called Mincemeat Murders."

She let her phone down, looking at me in my eyes.

"I actually heard about that on the police radio on my way to school. The officer calling it in seemed nervous himself."

Murano grabbed my uniform jacket gently, "So if you're taking a walk, I'm coming with you."

I took a gentle grasp of her hand, lifting it ahead of me, "I have to walk alone. I promise I won't be out too long, and I'll even call you on my way home. Okay?"

She kept her stare at me, bit her lip, then sighed.

"Okay, I guess you were through a little bit today. I'll text you in a little bit."

I smiled, "Thank you, Murano. I'll be careful out there, I promise."

I let go of her hand so she could walk away. As she walked away I turned around myself. I looked back, catching her looking back as well. I waved, she returned it.

Fifteen Minutes Later

By the time the train began to decelerate the sky had grown to be a mix between yellow and orange with a few clouds hovering above. Tokyo's skyscrapers, despite the bright sun, shined out and above into the sky as a beacon of Japan's biggest, most populated and innovated city. The whirring of the train pressing on the rails was faint through the thick glass of the car and the little bit of small talk that went on within the train. Most of what was heard, however, was a group of guys harassing a man in his late thirties who accidentally dropped his papers on one of their shoes.

Venom called them 'wannabe thugs,' saying We could take them out in seconds. Save the old man.

I shook my head, We can't just hurt anyone that causes a disruption. If this goes any further we can step in. I did still watch the interaction, just in case something did happen.

One of the thugs had on a hat with brown dreads underneath. His face was scruffy and had a disgusting smile across it as he leaned towards the man. He had on an American style black and red jersey with a dark grey T-shirt underneath and jeans that were very large on him, as well as hanging low on his legs. His sneakers were clean and white with another American brand I didn't recognize.

The man he was harassing was simple as they come, short cut, black and greying hair with a pair of glasses that were hanging lower on his bridge, which he tried adjusting constantly as the other guys nudged him a little. He had a business suit on, which was also as simple as they come, grey on matching grey with a matching grey tie and a white shirt. His shoes were a bit off, them being a worn pair of sneakers with a small hole in the toe of one of them. The suitcase he had still had a few papers in them, which looked like regular old documents, but the papers themselves were barely in the suitcase. Some were being held and crumbled by the guys, but that didn't mean I needed to get involved still.

The other three were wearing plain T-shirts, one with an American word that I recognized as, 'FORCIBLE' and pairs of jeans. Another had a pair of sunglasses over his hair that had pink lenses.

Eventually, the train stopped and the main tried getting up while saying that this was his stop. They picked him up and practically dragged him out of the train car.

I hesitated, but Venom took some control over my body, not accepting "no" for an answer. I was out of the train car and following the thugs, which were not difficult to follow with how much of a scene they were making. They dragged him down a flight of stairs which led to a sidewalk and then into an alley just to the right of that.

The alley itself was dark was only lit with a back door's green light due to the sun not being able to reach between the buildings. They continued through the alley until they reached an intersection of the four surrounding buildings, which they dropped the man into as all four thugs surrounded the exits of the alley's intersection.

The man was on his knees, one knee being in a mucky puddle, pleading to the leader. "Please! I really didn't mean anything by it. I will pay for them to be cleaned, all four of you, just leave me be." His eyes were leaking and a small bit of snot dribbled down his face.

The leader just laughed as he leaned down, "You better be payin' for it old man! We're gonna need it after we get your blood all over them."

I wasn't hearing any more, I squeezed my hand on the dumpster I was hiding behind, gritting my teeth. Alright, Venom. You were right. Let's do this.

I swallowed as much fear as I could, still hesitating to move until the thug began to raise his right leg. I charged forward, screaming as I did so. I raised left fist into the air and tried to swing at the thug, but he only dodged and tripped me. I fell on my face, rolling a bit on the ground.

The hat-wearing assailant bellowed, "What the hell was that, kid! You trying to be a hero or something?"

All the other thugs laughed as another pitched in, "He's been reading too much manga."

I began to push myself up with my arms, "I've been hearing that all day."

I felt something hit my stomach, which knocked all the wind out of me. I even lifted up off the ground before falling to a side, curling in pain. It wasn't just that the kick knocked the wind out of me either, I felt pain in my chest too. That was the first time I had ever been kicked in my stomach in a fight like this.

I lifted my head up, towards the business man who was staring at me wide-eyed, "You should have just stayed out of this. Now we both are going to get beaten." Then he was kicked in the face, the same face being sent to the ground.

"Hey! Me and the kid are talkin', wait yer turn!" The leader barked.

I pulled at my tie, groaning, "V-Venom... Help me..."

The thug with the 'FORCIBLE' T-shirt grabbed my arm, raising me from the ground and holding me up. The leader approached me, "Who are you talking to? No one's gonna save you, you ain't comin' outta here without cuts and bruises."

Can we feed?

"What?"

The leader brought out an object, which at the press of a button revealed to be a switchblade. The criminal grinned wildly, and as he approached, I panicked. My ears rang so loudly, I couldn't focus. I tried getting out, but Venom didn't give me strength. Tears began to roll down y face as the man came closer, step by step, I felt what would be my own death, a pool of blood in an alley in Tokyo, impending.

Can we feed?

I looked all around, looking for any way out of this situation. My life seemed to be flashing before my eyes as sweat came off my face like bullets, I thought about my mother who had burned herself protecting me from boiling water years ago, how she acted as if nothing had even happened, that it wasn't my fault even though I knew it was deep inside. I thought to Akiho, who I promised to return home safely and who I knew would be mourning at my funeral. Then I thought of Satomi, a girl I had known for years, her brown hair with the hint of red that made it look maroon, the small amount of freckles on her face, how much she cared for me and my parents both. She was someone I've liked for so long, but never got the chance to say anything. Everything was crumbling apart and it was all because of this alien who pushed me to confront this group of thugs and is about to get me killed!

As he finally got to being three feet in front of me, he wound up the knife and I screamed, I didn't know what else to do except to scream as this maniac cackling almost gave his finishing blow on me.

"LET US FEED!"

"WE CAN FEED!"

The knife came towards me in a flash and I squeezed my eyes shut. There was a sound, but one I was familiar with, a liquid. I opened my eyes, and from the shine of the green alley light I saw what was once my tie holding the hand of the knife wielding thug in place. The tendril grew in mass as it launched itself towards the thug, launching him into a group of trash cans within one alley.

I immediately turned to the guy holding me, grabbing his arm and swinging towards one of the other thugs, sending both of them to a wall. The fourth criminal rushed forward, but I grabbed him by the stomach and pulled him into the air. I pushed downwards now, putting a crater in the ground where his body laid. He wouldn't be moving anymore.

I felt a pulse in the back of our head, which I responded with turning my body and lifting my hand up towards the person charging me. I shot a tendril from my left hand, catching him and shoving him into the wall. Another pulse from my head came up, but I didn't have as much time to counter.

The blade I tried so hard to dodge earlier landed itself in my stomach anyway. The leader wasn't grinning anymore as a trail of still rushing blood integrated from his nose to a single point on his lip. He leaned forward as I curled, feeling the blade stinging inside of myself, feeling like a fire as it touched any muscle inside of myself.

"Game over, you freak."

We knew this wasn't over. I painted a grin on my face, feeling the worm-like goo traveling to my face and changing. We grabbed onto his arm as I began to rise, my mass seemingly growing as my uniform changed. I could see my hands changing too, the usual blue uniform changing to black and covering my hands. On the backs of our hands grew what looked to be loosely white squares made of the same tendrils and a symbol in the shape of a spider on my chest in the same color. I saw the rows of teeth we were now familiar with close around my head and chomp down as my vision went dark, then came back through lenses that I had also become so familiar with. By the time we were done, we towered above the thug, going from 1.75 meters to around two and a half!

"Our game has just begun." Both of our voices came through as two tendrils shot from our back, one grabbing a criminal by the throat while and another grabbing the other remaining criminal by the leg!

We saw from all angles as the one we grabbed the leg to was lifted, twirled and thrown into a dumpster with enough exertion to break through the lid, leading him to scream on his way down.

We lifted the criminal held by his neck upwards as we brought him closer to us. We put our hand on the arm that held us in place, snapping his forearm and where his elbow was. He howled in pain, tears now rolling down his cheeks. We then threw him into a fire escape, which he only hit with his head as he slammed against the wall and fell onto the floor with very little movement.

"Woah, that was a bit much don't we think?" I asked us.

"NO! They get what they deserve! They hurt us, they almost hurt him," We pointed towards the businessman who was huddled in a pile of trash bags, staring in horror of the titan in front of him, at us. "And he almost killed us." We growled at the thug who was much too frightened to move. "Now, we feed."

I tried to stop us, but I could hardly manage anything. I could tell, we were hungry, Venom was right.

We brought the thug towards us, our stomach opening up with tendrils latching onto the criminal. There was no trace of our human body with how wide the entrance to our other mouth was. Soon, the thug regained his thoughts and began to kick and scream, much like we did before when they had the upper hand.

The thug threw out his hand, trying with all his might to reach for something he physically couldn't ever reach. Once he was all inside us, we clamped downwards. Feeding was one of the best sensations we had ever experienced, it felt like an ecstasy of energy filling my body! We could feel the wound we had gained from the thugs attack healing itself as the life drained from the thug. My ability to think was almost a haze of dulled hums, my mind was going blank! It was almost at the point of no return. When the thug himself would be dead...

Dead? Wait, we can't... can't kill him! I lifted my head from the curl, struggling just to do that. It felt like going against every pore, every fiber in my body! Feelings of false fear, false anger, false resentment, false jealousy, false love, false hate, false sadness, false joy, all went soaring through my mind because of the symbiote. It's all because of the alien!

"VENOOOOM!" It screeched in retaliation, not wanting to give up on its meal. My head emerged from its mouth, the worm-like goo doing its best to keep my head within the confines of the symbiote. I had to get the dying an out of my death trap of the symbiote's stomach. I had to take control again! I began moving every ligament, forcing it to focus on everything but went to move my hand above all else. It couldn't focus, I could feel its disarray in my own head. I used that to put my focus onto my fight hand.

I pulled on my arm, feeling it trying to focus, but also trying to stay in place with the other ligaments. I continued to pull, getting the hand in front of its own stomach. I pushed in, feeling the hole I made in it burn in the same place it would hurt me, but I had to go on! I pushed deeper and deeper into the belly of the beast.

"He is ours!" Tendrils began to poke out of everywhere, loosening the form the symbiote had given me for the fight.

"NO! HE IS NOT!" My muscles screamed and ached. Once I grabbed hold of the body they began to burn. I pulled with everything I had left, feeling the tendrils on the inside pulling as much as it can as I continued to squirm.

The body eventually flew out of Venom, landing on a pile of trash bags limp and almost like a husk. I stared at the body as I took my breath, Venom calming down himself. The tendrils that were poking out coming back and folding into the large form again. I watched as the body weakly breathed.

I knew Venom gave me control when I went to turn and was able to take steps myself. In that alley, it really did look like a monster had ripped through them. The bodies were limp, and when I trudged over to the dumpster, the man in there was also limp. They were all still breathing. That didn't make me feel any better.

Something clattered behind us, we turned quickly, catching the businessman screaming and running, stumbling on his feet a little as he did.

"SOMEONE! ANYONE! Call the police! There's a huge monster that just killed four men!"

I turned away, "Venom, tell me you have a way out!"

The symbiote closed its mouth on me, leaping towards a wall. We dug our claws into the side of the building, pushing ourselves upwards and onto the roof of the building. We didn't stop there. We leapt even further, our left hand pointing towards a skyscraper. Something shot from the hand, something large and grey, like a rope, but it stuck to the side of the building. We began to fall, but the rope carried us back upwards. We were swinging on webs!

Twenty Minutes Later

We finally landed on the top of the school building, which was vacant now as the sun was now painting the sky a shade of orange which was turning red. When we landed, there was a small crunch which left slight foot imprints in the pavement. I began pacing around, still in the full colossal form of Venom as I did. Looking down at the body which frightened the person we had saved, with what I believed was good reason.

"We can't continue like this, not against normal people. Did you see what we did?"

Venom giggled a little, "We beat them good, didn't we?"

"NO!" I punched at the fence, which bent the fence and tore a post out of the roof a little. "We can't beat them down that much, it's not right. It doesn't matter what they did!"

"Hmph," the symbiote huffed, "You wouldn't be saying that if they had killed a person. Or if they touched a girl wrong. What if Satomi were to-"

I forced my head out of Venom's, "Don't you dare bring her into this!"

There was a bit of silence between us now, the breeze and cars below being the only thing audible in the distance. The silence was broken by the sound of a liquid seemingly moving below me. I looked down, seeing another mouth forming there.

"You are right. What I had done there was wrong, I admit that. If you still want to fight for the people, then I might have a suggestion, something that will make you look more approachable in the future."

I stood there, thinking over what he could possibly mean by that. I eventually agreed, "Okay, but show me now. I don't want any surprises like the alley again!"

Suddenly, I began to shrink, going back to the height I was used to in my day to day life. There was a darkness over my eyes, but that subsided until lenses were over my eyes again. I looked down, something similar to my old physique as my body now, just with a little more defined 'muscles' where mine would have been if I had any. One thing that was different was the suit wasn't nearly as veiny, the black was smooth and looked very similar to spandex while the symbol on the chest was smooth and shiny, like it was made out of metal. The same thing came about with the squares on the back of my hands.

One thing needed to be checked, above all else. I turned towards the fence I had dented, taking a few steps back before charging. Leaping into the air, I curved perfectly over the fence, moving parallel with the school building as I fell. I reached my hand to the wall, latching on with the tips of my fingers, which was plenty enough to catch myself. With all my ligaments on the wall, I crawled over to a window to catch my reflection.

The teeth and tongue was gone, and the lenses were a lot cleaner looking now, looking like actual lenses rather than broken glass. They were smoothly cut, shiny much like the symbol and the squares on my hands.

I turned my body away from the school, setting my feet on the wall so they were pointing downwards and setting one hand on the wall. "You know, this is much better! Want to try this again with less monster tendrils?"

I received acknowledgment from the symbiotic alien.

I leapt off the building, soaring through the air as I did so. My right arm was raised and I casted off a web out of the back of my wrist, catching it with ease, swinging through the city trying to find someone else to help.

Five Minutes Later

I landed on a rooftop near my home after I felt my phone vibrate. I learned that no matter how narrow the place I was landing would be, I could always balance myself perfectly even when landing at high velocity and at an awkward angle. I landed a street away from a playground where I could see a girl, probably in primary school still, playing on said playground. I went to pull the phone from my pocket, but realized I didn't have any pockets. A bit of black worm-like ooze emerged from my chest, the end of the tendril being much larger than the rest. It opened, revealing my phone encased within.

"Woah, where was that?"

Anywhere we need it to come out of. I gave a satisfactory hum, then flipped opened my phone.

It was just what I thought, I missed a couple texts from Murano and Mom. I scrolled through them, Murano telling me about another monster that saved a man in an alley and ate a criminal after almost killing the rest of their group in Tokyo in the direction I came from. She also wanted me to call her to make sure I was okay when I got the messages.

I went to my contacts and called her, my mask crawling away from my mouth, nose and my right ear. She picked up immediately.

"Oh my God, Izumi! Are you okay?"

I shifted myself so I was sitting properly on the roof, legs hanging a little, "Yeah, perfectly fine. I'm actually on my way home now."

I could hear her exhale on the other end, "That's good. I got so scared when the news said something happened in Tokyo just a little bit of ways from the school."

I looked at the playground, the little girl was throwing the ball at a metal beam and catching it as it came back. She hadn't seen me at all.

"Another mincemeat murder?"

"It's not nearly as bad as, no one was killed and it sounds like this monster even saved a guy from being beaten. But the way he described the monster, it seemed like it could have been it."

The girl at the park threw her ball, hitting it and missing the catch. The ball began to head towards the street. That's when I heard the other moving object, a car moving faster than the speed limit should have been!

"The man that was attacked said-"

"Murano, I'm gonna have to call you back!" I shut the phone, letting Venom take the phone into the costume.

I jumped off the building I was on, watching as the girl ran towards the street without an idea that several tons of metal was heading in her direction. I didn't give myself time to land, I threw a web at an electrical pole nearby. I used the momentum to launch myself in the direction of the girl, which with the help of Venom I was able to calculate would be the right time to jump off. However, I also was able to calculate that I wouldn't be able to reach the girl in time to save her.

So, I instead let go a little bit before the girl, throwing tendril at the roof to instead pull me down faster! At an increasing speed, I hit the ground and launched forward between the truck and the girl. My back was turned to the truck and I planted my feet to the ground, Venom helping by small tendrils off my feet and sticking them to the ground. We both braced ourselves.

With a large crunch, and a little bit of pain shooting itself into our back, we stopped the truck. The girl had fallen on her side, tears forming in her eyes from the shock. I let go of the truck, Venom letting go of his grasp on the pavement.

I threw a web at the ball, a weaker and less sticky web, pulling it back towards us. I knelt down, grabbing the ball and pulling off the web. I held my hand out to her with the ball in my hand. She looked at the hand, then my face, which I had the symbiote fold the face up like a mask to show a human smile.

"It's okay, you're okay." I gave my most calm voice to her.

She took my hand. I picked her up on her feet with one hand and giving her the ball with the other. I continued to hold her hand until she was safely on the sidewalk. At this point, I realized people were beginning to get out of their houses to see the commotion. The truck driver had already gotten out of the vehicle, looking at the damage, then the costumed man, then the little girl with the ball.

The truck driver was the first to acknowledge me, "Did you do this?" He pointed to the truck.

I pulled the mask back down, nodding. One of the women looked at the damage on the truck, seeing the imprints of what looked to be hands. "Hey, now! Did he stop that with his bare hands?"

The truck driver looked back, then back to me. One of the women of the houses was tending to the girl at this point. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, "Did you save my baby? W-who are you?"

Everyone was just staring at this point, at a scrawny man who stopped this truck with his bare hands and saved a little girl from being killed. The feeling was much different than before, when Venom took out the thugs.

Do we have a name?

I could feel the answer, but also noticed the resentment Venom had with it. I puffed my chest in the air, noticing some people holding phones up towards me. "I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

I lunged into the air, webbing towards the roof of a house and hopping off it towards home.