Parker didn't get it. He had followed Carnage for what seemed like hours. His mind flashed back to when he thought he had Carnage beat.
"Give it up! You can't run forever!" yelled Spidey.
Carnage's only response was to throw a ninja-star like projectile at Spidey, one which was narrowly avoided. Spidey attempted to counter-attack with a sweep to the legs, but Carnage resisted the force and threw Spidey at a small Central Park tree, which collapsed due to the force. Spidey knew that if Carnage was as smart as some of his other enemies, he'd try to finish him off. Instead, he taunted, gloating about his superior physical force.
"Please! I don't need to run forever! I can just throw you around like a ragdoll!"
This bought Spidey enough time to prep his air horn, his key weapon in defeating this savage monster. He let looses with an almighty sound, something which even made Spidey feel weak. Carnage fell to his knees clutching at his head, tendrils moving at their own accord. A stray projectile flew at Spidey, ruining the air horn in Spidey's hand and slicing part of his hand open. Carnage immediately took off, not wanting anymore of what he viewed as "child's play". Spidey followed Carnage to make sure he didn't kill anyone else.
"There had been enough murders recently, let alone at the hands of Carnage" he thought to himself as Carnage lifted a manhole cover above his head.
Carnage threw the manhole cover at Spidey, almost beheading him. Any other hero would have had been knocked into a coma, if not been killed on impact. Carnage dived down into the sewer, something which Spidey viewed as un-characteristic. Carnage was normally the type of villain who would stick and fight, not run away. Spidey knew something was not right as he followed, thinking there may be a trap waiting for him. It wasn't the first time he had fallen victim to a trap. However, he didn't see anything, no Carnage, no other villains waiting to spring on him. Not even his spider-sense picked anything up.
He had spent almost an hour searching the sewers because he couldn't risk anyone else getting hurt or even killed. Not so much as a piece of Carnage-brand webbing was left. It was nearly 11pm and he had to get home to study for school in the morning, as much as he hated it. His Aunt would be worrying about where he was too. Sighing, he headed towards home, accepting that this was indeed, not Peter Parker's night.
At the Xavier Institute…
It had been a pretty un-eventful day. The only really exciting thing that happened was when Piotr and Rogue pulled a prank on them, sending them back to the beach to get their stuff, only to realise they had their stuff all along.
"At least I got the chance to let loose and relax" Kurt thought.
He let his mind drift as he watched, from his balcony, the reflection of the moon dance in the sea. He loved coming here and just watching the water and the sky. Made everything seem meaningless just watching the wisps of cloud glow slightly as they passed near the moon. Looking here made it seem impossible for monsters such as Apocalypse to even exist.
"Yet another body was found today, this time by a postal worker on the way to work. This is the 7th body that has been found in the past two weeks in the Manhattan area…"
Kurt shuddered at the memory of that news bulletin. The reason he came up here was to forget about things such as that.
'Seems that monsters do exist' he thought with some bitterness.
"Kurt?" the frail voice inquired through the emptiness of his room.
Kurt was surprised. Hardly anyone sought him out at this hour, especially in his room. Something about golden eyes glowing in the dark scaring the hell out of them.
"I'm out here" he responded.
The small figure made her way to the balcony doors and beyond, resting her elbows on the balcony besides Kurt's crouching form.
"Vat's wrong? It's not often I get beautiful visitors at this hour" Kurt said with a toothy grin.
"Everything!" she said in a wave of emotion.
Kurt mentally prepared himself for the torrent of words and sentences that will surely come in due time, if not he would have to pry it out of her. His thoughts drifted back to when she was in the bikini at the beach.
'Nein, this is not the time to be thinking like that' he thought, snapping back to the here and now.
"Anything specific that is bothering you?" he asked.
He looked at her face, concerned for probably one of his best friends, if not his best friend. He watched as a tear emerged and made its way slowly down her cheek. He hated seeing her this way, devoid of any of her usual chirpy nature.
'5…4…3…2…1…' he counted down in his head.
She felt tears rolling down her face. She didn't want Kurt to see her like this, it was bad enough she was breaking down after an unusually free day.
'That's just great Pryde, let loose with the waterworks'. Yet again that acid voice rung through her head.
She raised her head to face the moon, hoping it would give her the sort of peace she seen it had given Kurt just moments before she joined him on the balcony. It helped her to relax more, but it still didn't stop the tears from flowing.
"Anything specific that is bothering you?" he asked.
'Just great, now I've lost my starting point' she thought with some humour, trying to cheer herself up.
She took a deep breath, and tried to remember how she was gonna start her wave of rambling.
"It started yesterday, I'd had yet another call from Lance, saying how he thought he should have gotten more out of our relationship, but I wouldn't just do that after so short a time, especially with someone like him. I thought he had changed after that whole deal with Apocalypse, but I must have been, like, completely stupid to think that. He proceeded to give me some lecture on how I used him, even though we both knew he was only after one thing, and that was like, a notch on his bedpost" she said, not pausing for breath and almost changing colour.
She took a few more deep breaths, trying to steady her mind before she just sobbed for what could be hours. She finally had the nerve to continue, although with a lot less composure.
"Then this afternoon when we got to the beach. All those people just up and leaving as if we were soldiers telling them to clear the area because there is a bomb scare. The way they look at us is, like, disgusting and as if we are merely animals just waiting to be placed in the freezer at the nearest Wal-Mart."
She could no longer continue as her head just fell onto Kurt's shoulder and let loose with the tears.
Kurt listened to every word she said, at least what he could make out, thinking about the night before. He wondered why she seemed so distant and silent after she got off the phone, and now he knew why.
'That Lance is going to pay!' he thought, knowing at some point he was going to make sure he lived up to that thought.
However, all he could do for now was to let Kitty have a shoulder to cry on. Giving Lance a piece of angry demon teenager could wait…at least until tomorrow. He briefly considered telling Logan about this, but decided against it, not wanting to be responsible for someone's death. He looked up at the moon with Kitty on his shoulder.
'Sure am glad that it's a clear night tonight' he thought with typical Kurt sarcasm.
Above the streets of Bayville…
The figure leapt from rooftop to rooftop, looking for his next piece of meat. After that little chase with Spiderman, he had to get his energy levels back up. He had been sure that the bug had been following him all the way through the sewers and then down the coastline, otherwise he would have been able to return to haunt the streets of Manhattan, making a meal out of his 8th victim. Stopping on one high rooftop, he looked down below to find a young blonde haired male, quite built, walking alone.
'This would make an excellent meal' he thought.
He crawled down the side of the building, stalking his new prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. The young male turned the street corner as Carnage followed him, taking a shortcut down an alley. Just as the young man appeared in the opening of the alley, he was snared by a web. Resisting, he couldn't stop himself from being pulled in.
"What do you want you mutie freak?" he asked, hopefully gaining attention and even more hopefully, help.
"I am NO mutant. But what I want is your death" Carnage responded.
With that said, tendrils from the symbiote stretched out and began absorbing his energy, making the teen go weak and eyes drooping.
"You are no longer needed now, human" Carnage said in his distorted voice, and with that, his hand transformed into a mace and brutally smashed into the teen's chest and shoulder, blood gushing out from the wound. Carnage leapt up back to the rooftops as the teen was makingwheezing sounds and weak pleas for help, which were barely audible. The teen collapsed as Carnage watched him die in the clichéd puddle of his own blood.
Carnage simply left, once again jumping above the rooftops before once again taking refuge down a manhole, this time staying there for a few hours for rest.