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CHAPTER 2
REBIRTH
He awoke to darkness at first. This surprised him because of the very simple fact that he was dead and when you're dead you weren't supposed to be able to see anything.
The next thing he registered was a vague tingling in different parts of his body. He was aware of literally millions of parts of his body that seemed to be moving closer to each other.
An image flashed violently into his mind. Running toward the substance that had transformed him then a huge explosion and nothing, until now.
He felt the formation of one of his legs complete all of a sudden. It felt the same until he became aware of more tiny pieces of matter uniting with his body, pieces that hadn't been previously part of him.
They felt different alien. His leg sent him a small signal that told him it was finished combining with the new particles. He flexed the disembodied leg,
and mentally gasped his leg felt almost divine with strengths. It felt like he could kick through titanium.
One of his arms completed then another and another leg, finally he felt his head complete. He raised his eyelids and surveyed the scene. He was in a small dark room. He could sense the presence of a ceiling less than a centimeter above his head. Dust motes swirled around his body. There didn't seem to be anyone else around.
He listened carefully his sensitive hearing detecting the minute sound of voices. A mile distant he guessed. Small rays of sunlight shown through a boarded up window on the opposite side of the room, a filthy mirror next to it. He walked up to the mirror and grinned his mouth opening all the way back to his ear holes revealing the fifty or so razor teeth and his twenty four inch pointed tongue.
The image in the mirror looked like he remembered but at the same time different. The spider symbol on his chest bulged now stretched taut with sheer muscle mass. He flexed his arms, they must have been a foot thick at their thinnest point. He made a fist, feeling the raw power fill his muscles. His hands were as large as dinner plates. His thigh muscles bulged as large as barrels. He threw his head back and heaved a roar into the dark room. The incredible sound shook the boards in the house and pierced the cold air outside.
A half mile away two old men sitting in central park playing chess looked up, goosebumps running up their backs.
He jumped up and the cement roof above him splintered and then shattered into rubble and he kept going up. Thirty feet into the air he began to descend. He hit the ground his new legs not bending at all. He roared again and began running, the sunlight sliding over his black body. His mighty legs propelled him upwards of sixty miles an hour. He cocked his head back again as he ran and roared into the day
"I AM VENOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!,"
The two old men heard the second roar as clearly as they had the first. They were scared beyond reason now and were struggling to pack up the chess set and get out of the park. One of them looked up and saw the black shape coming like a freight train. He tried to point and warn his friend whose back was turned but the thing hit him first. He felt a dull pain as Venom punched him in the lower back. His spine crumbled like rotting wood and Venom's fist burst through his stomach in a blast of blood, shattered bone and stomach acid. The other man turned around and started mindlessely running.
"JIM!!!," he screamed as he ran. Venom shot two strings of the black substance out of his wrists. The wrapped around his neck and then Venom pulled. The black strings tore through the man's neck. His head fell to the ground with a dull thud and arterial blood sprayed over the fallen leaves on the ground.
Venom loved his new powers. He threw back his head a third time and roared into the day. 'I AM VENOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!,"