Blood Lettering
"You know I am tired of you and your mouth you know. And tonight man, I am gonna make you pay. I don't take such threats from nobody."
"Yeah," replied the other gang leader. "Too bad your mama raised you to be so stupid you don't know up from down."
That at least could be called a mild translation of the language the men were using. Threats were being exchanged, testosterone was boiling high, weapons were bared, and the threat of full-scale violence was at the point of eruption. Unnoticed, a disturbing figure swung up on to a nearby rooftop. It grinned at the sight of so many gathered together. Looked like fun; just the sort of fun he had been looking for.
"Hold it!" All looked up at the voice. "You wanna start somethin' then you gotta let me in because it ain't the same without me!"
"Get lost freak!" barked the first leader promptly jerking out a gun and pulling the trigger. The gunshot rang out and the figure collapsed without a sound on to the rooftop. "Now that's out of the way-"
"BOO!"
"WHAT THE-?!" SHWUNK! The man's shocked cry was cut short by his head toppling off his shoulders. Everyone stood aghast at the crimson and black figure in their midst who had survived being shot, jumped off a 3-story building, and just killed one of the men leading them.
"KILL 'EM!" yelled a voice from somewhere in the crowd. Some yanked out weapons, while others produced weapons and desperately hurled them or charged the monster in their midst.
He cared not what they did. He was just having the time of his life. Cletus Kasady was laughing like a maniac and he was killing with reckless abandon. "Yeah, yeah, attaboys! Come on! Killin' ain't no fun if you don't fight!" Bones snapped like sticks, weapons were useless, bullets only made his footing seem to slip a bit, and the screams were so much music to the duo who called themselves Carnage.
And after the massacre was finished: lunchtime.
. . . . .
"What a mess man," groaned Eddie at the prison. Masonry smashed into powder, metal bars bent and broken, water spilling from pipes, but the worst was the vast number of bodies all over the place. Bodies already in bags, being placed into bags, and those not yet accounted for. Man, but there was so much damage and blood all over the place. Nothing but so much chaos and carnage everywhere. This definitely did not fit the memo of your average criminal. "So…what? He just gets a symbiote but…instead of breaking himself out of the prison, he…chooses to take the most violent route out of there, through as many bodies as possible before he breaks out of prison."
It's the way his messed-up thinking works. Actually, how both of their minds work. They simply cannot not kill someone. They need to.
"Yuck," groaned Eddie.
Yep. This is a problem. One only we can solve.
"Um, but the last time we fought one of your kind," Eddie muttered nervously, walking away from the scene for people had begun to stare, "we kinda ended up…well, that is…"
Losing? Getting absorbed? Nearly eaten?
"Y-yeah," Eddie finished lamely, his head resting on a nearby lamppost.
Well, this time we must succeed. We didn't have a plan last time. This time we do. We watch him, and then we strip him of his "other" if you will.
"Yes. Yes, you're right," Eddie said his voice hardening. "The police don't have a chance. The authorities cannot handle this guy. It's our problem. Just one question about Kasady: will he go quietly back to his cell?"
. . . . .
"Oh man, your right where they left you when they abandoned this place." The gharish figure reached out to the soft, plush form before it. "Binky, oh binky; my only true friend here in the orphanage. How I have missed you."
Cletus quietly picked up the bear. "Come on pal. Let's go somewhere nice and peaceful. We both could use a little nap."
. . . . .
Swinging across the city, the black form of Venom, with practiced ease and grace, was searching, hunting. The massacre of the street gang had already been checked out. What a disgusting mess. This guy hadn't even consumed the heads, rather, he had eaten the whole lot of them. Those bodies that he had left behind had been eaten around the soft spot of the abdomen. Definitely different from them.
Venom had revealed more on Carnage as they searched. Even Riot didn't feel secure around him. He was disturbing was the way he had been described by Venom. For this reason, Riot had made certain that Carnage was not amongst the lot found by the Life Foundation. As bad as some symbiotes could be, Carnage was considered dangerous by others; some even feared he might just eat them. And now he was merged with a sadistic serial killer.
This was bad. There were police all over the crime scene, but Venom had risked them getting close to being discovered in order to confirm something both had spotted. There was a series of words on the side of one building. It read "Carnage Rules!" in caps. The worst part was that it appeared to be in blood.