Hey everybody! I'm here with another chapter. We are getting closer and closer to the first kiss, so bear with me. School has started up again today and so my next update might not be for a while. I'm gonna shoot for two weeks from today. Remember to Read and Review (but no flames please).

:Symbiote Speech:

'Peter Thought Speech'

The Alien Symbiote Made Me Do It

Chapter 4 – Talking To, And Returning, An Ink-Blot

Peter's POV

So, Eddie gave you his run-down of things huh? All-righty then, let's proceed! Waking up the next day (a Friday, thank God) I found myself to be in a pleasant enough mood. I'm not ashamed to say that I had been dreaming about Eddie last night. Thankfully they weren't terribly sexual in nature (otherwise I would have to wash my sheets and explain to Aunt May why there was man-juice on it; scary).

So I sit up in my bed, stretch my arms and back, and then swing my legs over the bed. However, mid swing, I notice something on the back of my calf that definitely doesn't belong: a big, black ink stain! I go to touch it and several little tendrils pop up from it to meet my finger.

For the record, I did NOT scream like a girl.

"Peter? Are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm okay Aunt May, just felt like exercising my vocal cords"

"Well, all right then. Breakfast is just about ready, so get a move on."

Staring back at what is clearly the alien life-form from last night I say, "Okay, I don't know how you got here but I do know that before this day is over you're going back to the lab."

Surprisingly I got a reply back!

:We understand your reluctance at being our Carrier, however we shall not remove our-self from your physical being. It is a rich source of nourishment as well as an adequate Platform for Experience.:

"Huh?" was the only reply I could make.

:You needn't communicate in such primitive ways. Through thought can we communicate more adequately.:

'Like this?'

:Indeed.:

'Alright, so I'm talking, or thinking, to an alien life-form. Why am I not surprised?'

Apparently the Symbiote had no answer for that one (must've known I was being rhetorical).

'So, what are you? And what do you eat? And what was all the stuff about "rich source of nourishment" and "Platform for Experience"?'

:We are what we are. We are nourished by the happiness of our Carrier. Last night, whilst you laid in the Realm-Outside-This-Realm, you were very happy and so served as adequate nourishment for us. We do not have Eyes-That-See, Noses-That-Smell, Skin-That-Touches, Ears-That-Hear or Tongues-That-Taste. Without a Carrier, experience does not exist.:

'So you rely on your Carrier to experience things for you?'

:No. We rely on our Carrier to nourish us with happiness. We experience as they do. We experience what they do. It is not necessary, but it is.:

'It's just a side-effect that you're more than happy to take part in, then.'

:Yes.:

Great. So I had an ink-stain stuck on my calf that experienced everything I did and fed off my emotions. Speaking of which…

:Yes. We experienced your vision from the Realm-Outside-This-Realm. It brought you great happiness. We are perplexed as to why you do not attempt to make your vision a reality.:

This thing was really pissing me off.

So I get dressed and go downstairs for breakfast. Scrambled eggs, link sausage and grits: to us they are everyday foodstuffs and not all that interesting. To the Symbiote they were much more. It was difficult eating my food while a voice in my head continued on and on about the taste and texture of each and every bite. The sooner I got this thing detached from me the better.

School was different. Imagine having an entity with the emotional maturity of Curious George with the intelligence of Bill Gates sharing your mind, experiencing life as you do, attending High School. Needless to say that by the time I got home my patience and temper were shot and my head was aching. I pop a Motrin and head out to the Lab.

The police had taped off the lab and I realized I wouldn't have a chance in hell of getting in…but I knew someone who could. With my Spidey-suit on I crawled up the wall and dropped in through the sky-light. To say the police were surprised was an understatement. Both Curt and Martha Connors were a bit in awe and Eddie looked at me with a mix of awe and surprise!

"Dr. Connors, Dr. Connors…Mr. Brock; I believe I have something of yours."

"You found the life-form?" Curt Connors asked.

"Well, more like it found me. During the fight with Black Cat she managed to get the containment cell open and the Symbiote crawled out." I bent down and pushed down on my right foot's stocking while pulling up the legging and turned my leg slightly. "It managed to attach itself and it doesn't want to leave."

"How do you know it doesn't want to leave?" Eddie asked, suspicion clear in his voice.

I sighed, knowing this would be the 'make-it-or-break-it' moment. They'd either believe me or call me insane and have me arrested. "Because it speaks to me. I…uh, Parker was right: it has some kind of telepathy that only functions when it is in contact with someone. It experiences everything I do."

The silence thereafter was deafening. I was ready to run if necessary. Thankfully it didn't come to that. Curt stepped forward and said, "Thank you Spider-Man. It must've taken a lot of courage to step forward and do that. We'll take it from here officers." One by one the detectives and police left the building.

"So…uhhh, what happens now? I mean, you aren't gonna cut off my leg are you?"

Martha smiled and said, "While my husband and I are tempted by that offer, proper ethics suggest that we refrain. We'll just have to continue studying it while it's attached to you."

"Cool. What do you need me to do?"

"Just hop up on this table and we'll get to work," Curt said. "Eddie, how about you get Peter over here, I'm sure he'd love to see both Spider-Man and the alien, and I'm sure Spider-Man could use some new publicity," Curt added bemusedly.

Eddie nodded and pulled out his cell. Before I could even utter a word or pull the phone away Eddie had pressed one of the speed-dial buttons (he has my cell number on speed-dial!). All of a sudden my phone began ringing…loudly!

I was frozen in place, unable to do a thing or move a muscle. This wasn't going to end well. I tried to laugh it off but to no avail. Eddie walked over to me and slowly reached out for my mask. Not daring to move a muscle I just sat there and let it happen. As my mask was jerked away all three of the other occupants in the lab inhaled sharply.

Forcing my mouth to work I said, "Hey, what's up Doc?"

To Be Continued