I'm having a bit of a block and cant seem to get the wheels turning on how to continue. I decided to put this little bit up while I try and figure out the rest. Sorry, but I thought you should know I'm still working on it.
Venom dragged one of the invaders along as he stalked towards a group that was trying to hide behind a stolen school bus. He slammed the one in his grasp into the bus and effortlessly turned it on it's side and crushed them. One managed to get out of the way, but Venom ripped off the bumper and literally batted him into the air.
Another tried to shoot him, but the bullet only bounced harmlessly off his large form. He turned slowly and gave a menacing look. "Run on home, before we take an early dinner."
The guy took off but Venom only laughed and pounced onto him anyway. He whipped him around using his massive jaws and sent him flying.
"Give us a challenge!" Venom roared.
He spotted Kitty leading a group of younger students inside, but ended up surrounded. Venom sped off towards one and prepared to bite his head.
"Stop!" Peter's voice came through.
Venom tackled his target and raised a clawed hand. "Why!"
"Your overdoing it. I cant let you traumatize those kids any further."
Venom looked over and saw that they had disturbed expressions. He reluctantly relinquished control. Peter gave one last menacing snarl that sent the enemy running as he shrunk back down to his normal size.
The mask receded, revealing his frown at the bodies Venom left. The one he was told was called Cyclops came up to him.
"Thanks, even if a little messy, we appreciate you helping out."
Peter winced at the word he used but nodded. "Glad I could. Who were these guys?"
A recovered Logan came up and answered. "Pretenders. The real ones tend to be more trouble."
Logan noticed the expression on Peter's face and figured he would need to talk to him eventually. Something he didn't look forward to.
Talking about it wasn't usually his thing.
"Anyone hurt?" Peter asked.
"None, thankfully." Cyclops informed.
Peter sighed in relief and looked around. The only real damage was to the gate. Other than that, the school and students seemed largely unharmed. Without another word, Peter left.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this, Smythe?" Miles asked.
Alistair was strapped onto a table inside of a small glass chamber, while Miles worked the controls from outside.
Alistair glared at him. "Just do it. With me in control, I'll be able to take my revenge personally."
Miles gave an uninterested shrug. "Suit yourself. Beginning the bonding now."
The silver frame of the spider-slayer was now repurposed into armor and was being bonded surgically and genetically so that it acted like a second skin.
Miles watched as the process began and Alistair started screaming. The process would take awhile so he left and headed down to his own lab.
Upon arriving he turned to the wall that held the padded cell. The girl stood there in a blue gown you'd find in a hospital, facing him with a glare. He frowned at the shift in her behavior.
"Why so angry, dear?"
He walked over and her blue eyes tracked him intently. He stood close to the thick glass separating them. She snarled and threw a fist. He jumped back in surprise when the glass cracked slightly.
"Now now, you don't want to be punished, do you?" He asked.
The girl leaned against the glass and whispered venomously. "I. Hate. You."
He gritted his teeth in anger and took a remote out of his pocket. Pressing the button, an ankle brace she had on lit up and zapped her mercilessly.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I wont stand for it!"
Miles then took a calming breath and spoke again. "Now, you only have one session left before your DNA has accepted the enhancements. Behave and you'll be fine. Keep this up, I'll let it destabilize and kill you slowly. Am I clear?"
She glared, but surrendered. "Y-yes."
He smiled. "Good girl."
Peter sat on his bed, about to rest, but heard a knock.
"Door's open." He called, and formed grey pants and a loose black shirt.
Logan came in and looked around the bare room. "Settling?"
Peter shrugged. "A little…much for my tastes."
Logan nodded, having had similar difficulty adjusting to beds that didn't try to eat you at night. He took a seat at the desk near his balcony.
He let out a sigh and reluctantly spoke. "About what happened-"
"I know it had to be done. I know that life would eventually put me in that situation…but how do you get over taking a life?" Peter asked with a look so lost that he wondered if there was any of Mary's blood in him.
Logan thought on it for a moment and decided to be honest. "You don't. You just live with it. Accept that it had to be done, understand the weight of doing it, and move on."
Peter took this in and sighed. "It shouldn't have been like this. I should be with my aunt and uncle. I should be going to school and being unable to get a date. I just wanted some normalcy."
Logan looked down a bit as he thought of the many loves that he's lost. "I did two, but life don't work that way. Make do with what you got."
He then looked at Peter with a smirk. "But you at least get one thing back."
He threw Peter a folded up paper. Peter caught it and looked at it quizzically. "What is this?"
Logan walked to the door. "Your schedule, did you forget this was a school? You start next week."
"Shit."
'Shit.'