All curled up and ready to pounce, engrossed in her thoughts and excited by the possibilities.
She licks her lips, grinning deep within - her focus absolute, her understanding pure.
A flicker of the reader's screen and she blinks, eyes tracing to the side of her bed, mobile phone flickering into life, spraying cold blue light up into the calm and serene scene.
She drops her book: A young, vivacious psychology prodigy with a passion for thought, for contemplation and re-examination, huge, gleaming hazel eyes and a fiery temperament; she reaches for the device, reading her dreamboat's name on screen with a stargazing sigh.
A flourish of digital movement and her prize presents itself, her deep, knowledge-consuming eyes dancing left and right in her skull even as she maintains her stern decorum.
Somewhere deep down a rolling massage begins, rising like vomit to the back of her throat before clambering around the outside of her brain, tugging just up on the right of her mouth, her shivering inhalation her fateful, besotted reaction.
'Peter...' She muses, groaning ever-so-slightly. "Phew!" She gasps, reading it a second time, typo(s) and all:
i Hey U., wearing something nice? I'm thinkin of you in that little thing you wore last week, the red one! x/i
A thought flashes through her head in response, her response - jotted down in zeroes and ones, in-jokes and trivialities.
iWearing what your mom would if sigmund was your dad :) You'd like!/i
She lied, but lay not, tossing back the covers, bouncing her rump to the mattress' edge and springing up, dancing on her tiptoes over the room's width to the walk-in cupboard.
Rummaging, digging, tossing her dirty clothes aside, pulling out the stained crimson tank-top he was talking about and whipping off her PJs.
Desperate to impress, she hurried back, pulling it over her head, clumsily losing her step and stumbling onto the bed in true clumsy fashion; the sickening crunch of 150 dollars worth of technology breaking sounded under her knee.
A depressed Tanis Nieves sighed deflatedly, Mr. Parker wouldn't be happy...
The lifeless chimes of the inbound message stirred Peter away from the window, he'd watched her head off down the street, his auburn dream, swinging hips and pouting lips as she dissapeared off into the night.
If he was in luck she'd be only going to the store and give him a show on the way back too!
But the mood was with him, any hot blooded male would yearn for Mary Jane Watson!
With a sigh and a shake of the head he read his girl's cerebral seduction technique; smirking a little but nothing more, he found himself a little put out as he knew MJ would never write anything that clever.
The alien thought came to him that Tanis was of more use when he couldn't see her; but laughing off this silly idea, he blushed a little, that wasn't him!
He hit the reply button and stared at the blank lines in front of him, slowly shifting back to his window-pane, full of thoughts about what fantastic response he could send to ellicit a little sweetness from his wise-ass companion.
"Umm..." He rolled his head back, biting down on a mundane lip of thought and rested on the sill. Looking out and to the left, he put his phone aside, "Wow!" He pulled back a little, just glancing as slyly as he could out of the window's edge, trying not to be seen.
MJ bore down on him, striding up the street in those lunges of sensuality she'd traded for steps, her tight red tank-top clinging tightly to her glorious rack, his own inhibitions releasing just a bit as he snuck further and further into view to get a glimpse, "She's amazing..." he gawked.
Jasmine eyes set upon his: meek and curious, then shocked and thoughtful; she stopped as he dove back, leaping athletically onto his bed, wrong move he knew.
"Dammit! Dammit Parker! You should have waved, nodded, anything! Now she knows you were staring! Fuck!" He exhaled heavily, wondering if she was still out there, waiting, judging him; he dare not move, staring fearfully at the ceiling plaster.
"We would call that a success!" Ann felt breath condensing against her outer skin and palms, scrunching two heads just a little more tightly, she raising them above her, hopelessly overpowered.
"The prey that comes to you!" Ann's other begged her, pleaded, carressed her with the power in an attempt to convince her.
'Y-No...!' The gravity of the decision hit her square in the face - her new makeup, it needed to feed, they needed to feed and she couldn't feed the both of them... She seized up, refusing to act, nor stop her other in its hunger.
Her fingertips dug into their skin in her excited contraction, her suit expanded poison-like into their circulatory systems, throbbing energetically through their helpless bodies, juddering and squirming as their heart rates doubled, tripled and stopped.
Ann's tongue danced a glad dance as she massaged the smooth, vacuum-packed skulls out of her grip, skin flaking and fluttering away like burnt paper as her nails raked along, flicked bags of bones clattering down in muted worship.
She had killed and yet she hadn't, had faced death square in the face and run for cover, leaving her ally to do it for her.
Her symbiotic suit smoothed her concerns with pleasure, ran treacle-like over her insulated skin, - it shared with her its spoils, eased her sense of impotence with carresses and manipulations of every inch she wanted molested.
'Ann, we're fed - there's nothing to stop that now, but what about him?' She shook her loose screws back into place, surging back into the room and eyeing up her remaining guest.
'I...' She felt robbed of something, a chance to prove herself, to use her newfound ability, she wanted justice! 'I'll deal with this!'
She stood, unflustered over the last of the three and continued towards him, "Mmm, but we've only drank the testicles of the operation, you must be the main course, Mr. Big? We'll bet you fancy yourself quite the special one!"
He shuffled backwards from her long long looong legs, eyes tracing up until he fell back; her leg was stretched and softly applied at the point of ball and toes, pinning him at the gut as she lunged down, poised face-to-face with her whimpering victim, stroking his face to remind him of her deed.
"Let's see!" Ann was thoroughly intent on proving as much to herself as to the other her ability to do something, it was iher turn/i at iher pleasure/i, mounting him as the symbiote took to her bidding, tearing his clothes apart with all the vigour of a rival, "After all, we wouldn't want to waste an opportunity, would we, big man?" She spoke between her ample mamaries, down at him, deigning herself from above her eye-candy.
Judged correctly, there was little he could do as everything he had to decide with made her an offering, taken smoothly and confidently in a single, alien clad hand and fed hungrily into her latex-filled maw.
Symbiotic clothing, the layer between gave senses unlike anything Ann knew, stars in her eyes and a reading of his very mind.
The suit invaded him more fully than she had, it scoured his thoughts, his imagination, his desires. He screamed in horror, feeling her commanding him, thinking for him, he could feel her presense ringing through his body like there was nothing he could do to reign control of his body back, paralyzed with a single swallow.
Ann spoke dominantly to him, belittling him further, "What's the matter, Mr. Big? We thought you'd be happy - you live, right? But don't flatter yourself... If we'd needed to, you'd be dead already! Ahh!" Ann bluffed - she no more intended to kill him than she had his friends, but he didn't know that!
She forced his cooperation, and though he juddered and tried to come hard, this was her show and she wasn't going to leave empty handed! The symbiote fed on his hormones: flat, empty terror surged mercilessly where the ultimate high absconded, she simply laughing at him as she forced him harder and harder again, forcing him on until he gargled for mercy.
"Aww, something missing? Don't worry darling, It's there - I'm just saving it for myself..." And with a succession of pants, liquid-carresses and final, smooth hipped lunges, she felt her body alight with all the force of biological fission, her second skin lunging aimlessly into pews and stone paving slabs, pulverising the setting as the bonded couple ripped apart and back together, distorting a scream.
Beneath the rapturous superwoman, one final agony fell upon a man so traumatised he barely recognised the degree of his submissive low at having his orgasm eaten the moment it was due - she'd raped him and yet taken more than his dignity!
"Wh-who are you!" He meekly failed to demand, he felt himself imposed upon even when he was asking the question, impotent and once more her plaything.
"More important to you than imagining who I am is... where I am!" She slipped from around his pulverised father figure, winding up his whole body - snail-trailing everything he'd given, perfectly rebuffed - and sat astride his collarbone as she finished, legs splayed wide as she talked down at him, quite comfortable giving him the view he could never get enough of. "-And the answer - for you - Mr. Big..." She grinned her hugely-fanged succuba smile and he knew the answer, as his mind demanded thoughts not natural in any situation - fear, lust and submission to obscene degrees. "I'm in your head!" He screamed with eye-clenched vigour as this hit him, juddering against her weight and pure sadistic chuckle.
Silence and she was gone, opened eyes to see just an empty space that had appeared, even as his senses took a few moments to realise they were liberated.
No weight, no licentiously slick skin and deathly sensual perfume, his heart skipped a beat in honour of more contradicting feelings than he could name, what chance does man have in congress with the full force of a woman thus empowered? A jibbering mess of a man, his friends dead whilst he dripped with all the sexcrement he had been able to muster.
How does a man live after that? What can he experience and square with himself in the mundane world left to him? These questions ran through the mind of a being left supine in a holy place, emotionally incapable of motor skills, left to stew in her spices.
'I should go see him...' Tanis resolved mentally, 'He's thinking of me...' Her heart fluttered, this was amazing, she giggled giddily in excitement.
Tanis Nieves, star student never had time for boys, not once until now had she ever taken the opposite sex seriously, but Peter was different, she could learn from him, he was almost a match for her she'd even thought for a time.
That excited her, a challenge - to tame him and yet maintain her psychology studies, her true passion.
A warm evening, she'd felt the sweltering heat in the day, this time of night it was good to be out and about, get a little fresh air even in this stifling city.
Wandering off in her now favourite red cloth, Tanis felt light and free, nothing mattered, life was good! 'I am so in love...' She thought as she walked, considering what she had become.
'It's funny, I never thought it would happen to me... I never thought I'd be stupid enough to fall for it, but here I am... walking to see my man!' She scrunched up excitedly, as all young lovers do in behind love's blindfold, obnoxious to the world.
As she neared, she brushed her strawberry-blonde streaks back from her face, tidying herself up a bit and taking a deep breath.
'Do I play the seductive minx?' She thought, walking up the driveway, 'Maybe the sorry, submissive chick? The domineering nympho? The innocent bairn?' She thought so long, the wait at the door failed to hit her; 'The girl-next door?'
Finally, startling her, the door began to open, a frail, little old lady home, locked behind a chain on the door. "Hellloo?" She wailed weakly.
"Oh! I'm sorry, is Peter in?" Tanis asked sheepishly, feeling a bit embarrassed, she'd never met Peter's only living relative before, but-
"Who? What are you selling?" She stopped in her thought process, gazing around wildly.
'Have I got the right house?' She thought, but, a little puzzled, realised she had. "No, I'm not selling anything... Peter, Peter Parker?" Silence from the pair of wary eyes peeping through the door-crack. "Your great nephew."
"I know who he is, thankyou. I'll see if he's here." A stunned and bemused Tanis snickered a little to herself and admitted she knew exactly what the issue was; a shout came from within the house, up the stairs.
"Ben-uh Richard-uh Peter! Peter!"
A sly and condescending smirk crept into Tanis' disposition, the old lady's memory was going. She appeared once more at the door.
"Who is it? I'll tell him you called..." Tanis was shocked again, where was he?
"Umm, do you know where he went?" This got a cold reply from Peter's Aunt, obviously something of a suspicious old lady.
"Who are you? What do you want! Whatever it is, I don't want any!" She demanded, reaching for a walking stick and waving it out of the door crack at her. "Get out of here, go on!"
"Woah! Calm down Mrs. Parker!" Tanis reasoned, jumping back a little, hands held out defencively.
"I don't want to see you around here again! Terrorizing old people in their homes, you should be ashamed of yourself young lady!" Tanis gulped hard, she was causing a scene!
"Mrs. Parker, please - my name's Tanis, I go to school with Peter."
"Tennis? Peter? He doesn't play and we don't want any!" She lunged (as much as a septuagenarian can) and Tanis just backed away, sweating.
'The old bag's a nutter!' She thought to herslf, "Alright, Mrs. Parker, I'm leaving, look, I'm going - sorry to disturb you!" She walked away dejected, confused, disappointed and a little embarrassed.
More than anything however, she found one thought lingering in her mind the whole way home:
"Where is Peter Parker?"
Posessing strength and agility beyond her wildest dreams, the city's sky-scrapers became a climbing frame for the next generation killing-machine.
Ann bounced through the streets like a rubber ball, bounding seamlessly from floors, walls, vehicles and citizens, her athleticism sublime as she flipped and span, every stray growth of rock or steel she could poise upon, bound from, the world was her plaything and she was for living it up!
All the while, the voice in her head reinforced her new self-image, helped her envisage the movements so fine and perform them, a streamlined queen of all she surveyed!
'Where are we going?' The other asked as she took the scenic route for the sheer joy she found in the journey.
'I can feel these pangs of pain coming from within you; it hurts me, my other, to know this past torture you received at the hands of Peter Parker.' The symbiote took a moment to respond to her concern for it, releasing adrenaline, endorphins and estrogen, clutching and massaging her top to toe, warm and squishy as her high reached suitably superhuman levels, she crying out in glorious enjoyment as she leapt and sprinted, faster and harder, higher and further, looking for the limit.
'Is there anything you cannot do to the body physical! How about you mix me up some steroids and begin putting them to use, we'll give you something to flourish from!'
'I've got a bad feeling though...' she thought through the symbiote's lack of appreciation of the phrase. 'alright, not a bad feeling - I've never felt this good! - but I think the thing that left you to die in that church brought me in after you... Eddie, he got obsessive over your good buddy Spiderman I do believe, let's take a look!'
Her abilities so accustomed already, her senses and ability to pick a jump acute, she pouncing the width of a street and, flipping majestically, planted her landing on a windowsill.
The devastation wrought by an unhealthy fixation was visible before Ann ever got to warping the entire window-frame in the process of opening the "secure" porthole.
Ann could sense the suit's unease, gripping and stroking her thigh as if to calm it, "Shh, calm down." she felt it clutch her tighter, like an infant to its mother.
'Hmm... it's empty.' The symbiote tried to follow her chain of thought. 'This picture frame, he used to keep one of me here, but... is it because I left h-?' Looking closer in the dark, she saw that rather than empty, it simply had a cutout - lines of a newspaper cutout which concerned his ignominious sacking and social shaming.
Speechless, Ann reached over to a large box she should have known the contents of, but flipping the lid off, she found clippings about Spiderman, scribbled with notes of fury and spite by Edward, how hard had he taken it?
What she knew for sure was how she was taking it, the thought now occurred that she had vanished from his thoughts altogether in the end.
Turning once more, to the bed where she had slept so long by his side - this hurt to remember, she could see him there now, laying with her - Ann pulled back the sheet and found sat neatly atop the cushion on her side of the bed, a note.
iDear Ann, whether you get this or not, I have to write it down. I wish, wish i could have been there for you, been the man you-/i
The next word "wanted" was scribbled out and replaced with "Deserved"
i-but the world is not an ideal place and I was not an ideal man; but you stuck with me, you believed in me even when I was tearing us... you apart. You were the one thing that kept me going all this time when I knew I had nothing left to live for; you saved me long enough to redeem myself. You are my saviour and I'm just so sorry you have to face this world alone, but I will be with you, live for both of us, you always were our better half. Love eternal, Edward./i
The symbiote sat hushed, peaceful upon her, she read in silence and felt a whole weight lifted, but a new burden replace it.
'You had always planned to do big things but never had - to enjoy yourselves instead of start a family, it was Eddie's final wish to fulfil that, Ann.'
'Thankyou my friend, I truly feel he's with me now, my redeemed soulmate; but there is an odorous shit in the world and it took my Edward from me! He has to die, to suffer, to be torn apart as only a woman can!' Ann enthused, this was her mission, her passion and her focus.
'The choice is yours.' To this, her grin just expanded.
'It's already been made Sugar. It's time to get nasty with the enemy and smother anything that stands in our way!'
'We can do it Ann, but it's all up to you.'
'Don't worry about me, I'm strong enough.' Ann felt this with a belief, but questions raised in her mind, 'do I? Can I?' She thought of the men the suit killed - they killed, she felt a multitude of feelings rise up and come to blows.
She thought of everything she had felt and heard from the other, everything she had and could do; she was extraordinary, superhuman and considered the value of those who weren't.
'Ann, you are avoiding the question, what you need to approach...' She swallowed hard, something loomed like a titanic shadow in the back of her mind, a menacing, shapeless entity she scarce dared approach.
'I-I can't... what is this! What am I thinking?' She clutched her head in confusion and frustration, she considered exactly her symbiote's words, she was avoiding a question - it knew it, she did... but couldn't conjure it!
'Right, do I really need to think this through? Why do I have to... what's the...' She started and stopped, growling guturally to herself, pacing and clenching up.
'I asked you to kill in the church, you wouldn't...' She nodded, the other was getting to the point that was eating her alive. Given the opportunity to kill, to use her new strength, she had been stung with a choice she was unwilling to take.
In a moment, she had stumbled upon it, the sole moment that had undone her, the choice of whether or not to kill.
'Does it scare you? Killing?' The other asked, a matter somewhere in the centre of her struggle.
'It's more than that... We drank them down and I thoroughly enjoyed it, so powerful, so sexual... and all we reaped! Oh but I couldn't have done it.' She gushed, enjoying the memory of what had been and still lingered; she sat, full of thought.
'I let you kill by not choosing. If I had chosen not to, would they have lived? If I had chosen to - and I could have... we would have achieved the same end, but I know I wouldn't have chosen to do it, despite everything telling me I should have!' The symbiote was sympathetic to a fault, syncronising itself with her pain, feeling it, almost taking it for her.
She smiled warmly, a special relationship like that - she knew - was rare and felt a lightness in her situation; her naive and yet paradoxically lucid companion grew more and more on her, but the moment would not pass, the object of her pain did not abate, rearing from the shadows, full into focus as she barked, wide-eyed:
"No!" 'It can't be... Oh, I'm such a fool!' The symbiote read her sudden brain-storm and groomed her in pride, 'I've taken the decision by avoiding it, I can't escape it!' "I can't escape it!" She repeated aloud, shocked and appalled 'The choice has to be made, whether I like it or not and if I'm not predator, then I am prey!'
'Your boundaries crumble, your inhibitions release - freedom, incarnate, a venom to society!' The symbiote merely acted as commentator, a stirring force to Ann's thrilling surge of lucidity.
"I could stop myself, I could choose to run from my ability, from my lot - but still I'd be choosing; and why would I? I will not freewheel, I will not be a passenger!" She spoke now fully audible to whoever could hear: if they came she didn't care, there was nothing stopping her giving the game away - so she did; nothing stopping her killing them either - so she would!
'Free, no more destructive force is there than the notion of individual liberty! No venom more toxic than ours to humanity!'
"I am bigger than my fears, than human indecision..." Venom clenched her fists at fate, smashed into fragments, removed from before her very eyes. "-And if they have to die, they have to die!"