Um... So... Hi? *Rubs neck* Yeah, I know I've been horrible... and that's it has been 46 days... um... sorry? Yeah *Cough* Well, I don't have a excuse apart from the fact that I've had massive writers block for this story - I've been writing a Original Story - and well, I guess the fact that I've had school camp and am in class right now (The school doesn't ban this site! Heck Yeah!) after finishing my work. Next week, I have another school camp, so don't expect any updates then... Yeah, we get to visit a haunted attraction. A old insane asylum. Owl and I have been telling our friends that we can't wait to go home *Grin*. I hope you guys like.
Peter ducked into his classroom in the nick of time. Damn alarm clocks. Damn School.
Sliding into a seat next to Gwen, he sent her a warm smile before opening his book and starting to read.
Gwen looked at him with a slight smile, before taking his book and opening it to the correct page.
"Very nice of you to join us, Mr Parker" The teacher drawled. Peter smiled weakly, using his hand to scratch the back of his head "Sorry sir."
The teachers face straightened, forming a plain, neutral line before continuing with the class work.
Gwen turned her head, finally seeing a bruise forming on the base of his neck.
She glared at him "What happened?"
Peter looked at her.
'Just tell her, Pete' Angel whispered into his mind.
'She can already guess…' Devil replied, a groan evident.
He looked at her, noting the quietness the room and looked at her with a subtle 'Duh, what do you think?' Look.
Gwen rolled her eyes and whispered "I mean who. So I can pummel them."
He made a motion with his hands of horn and Gwen almost laughed.
Cletus gently nudged the body with his foot and tutted "Nah-Uh-Uh."
"We-" He started before stopping and a smile grew on his face "No, No, No. Not we! I! I didn't like it when you dropped that bottle."
He bent down using one hand to stroke the man's still warm face, the man was barely breathing, heart barely beating - barely alive but he could still hear and speak, well, whisper.
"L-Let me go… please."
Cletus, or Carnage, simply grinned, his hand forming a spike and pushing it into the man's chest, he pulled backwards, causing the torso to rip open.
Needless to say - the man didn't make it.
Cletus pouted, his bottom lip sticking out in a very exaggerated way, not at all sad but he asked himself in a very sincere tone "Why do none of my friends last very long?"
'They don't like your fun, brother' that hissing voice answered 'They don't understand. Only I understand.'
"You understand… I understand" Cletus reached downwards, grabbing the first thing he could find in the man's insides, a cracked rib and dripped in into the blood pooling around him, writing his sign on the wall - Carnage.
"Not. Enough" He hissed "So much more crime in this city, so much more law braking."
'Not enough! Not enough… the spider, must have the spider…'
"Yes…" Cletus whispered "The Spiderman must… I must kill him… he… it is his fault - criminals wouldn't be here if Spider wasn't alive… Spider die - crimes do to. Only me."
'Yes friend. Yes brother'
Spit dribbled down his face "Yes… Yes, the Spider will be my greatest triumph."
A insane giggle ripped itself from his throat.
. . .
Cletus grinned and leaned forwards as he looked from the sewage grate.
'There, brother, there!'
Yes, there was that little spider, perched on that tree, right there, within his fingers laced around each other, resting under his chin.
He was simply… thinking.
Carnage's body seemed to melt, his human body impossibly forming a blob, almost as his the bonding itself was on a atomic scale, he slipped down the sewer deeper, slowly, carefully, sneaking around the Spiderman, looking for a clear entrance point. Behind the tree - out of his site.
. . .
30 minutes earlier
Peter hang from a building top, looking over the dark city - sometimes something like this calmed him.
This wasn't sometimes.
The quiet normally spoke of no violence, no robberies, nobody losing a family member - these days were rare. What was rarer was when his Spidersence didn't tingle, not even a jolt.
This didn't seem so very calming anymore.
He knew that Venom could sneak past him without a blip on his finely tuned radar - he knew that Carnage could get past him, with nothing but a quick buzz.
But he will admit - it was a blessing wrapped in a curse. Being able to tell the difference between Carnage and, well, anybody else was a great advantage… knowing that if Carnage managed to infect him, even for a minute, his body would recognize him as not a threat was not.
He reached inside his pocket, something that was skilfully hidden in his pants, for the phone that he and the rest of his team, now complete with one more member that only he knew about for now, had one of as well.
"Anything guys?"
"Zilch" Black Cat answered.
"Not a thing" Twist spoke.
"Completely empty" Dusk announced.
"It's a bore" Pine finished.
"Great, that's a wrap for you guys. I'll be up for a little while longer. And yes, I will call you if there is something big."
He could almost feel the glare Gwen gave him, but before she could say anything, he hang up. She knew just as well that he would never call them - he was way too stubborn.
The teenager twisted as he flipped off the building, landing on a another, before bouncing off that and landing on another again and again until the buildings stopped and he looked at the large park in his way, jumping into a tree before lacing his finger together and resting his fingers on the intertwined platform.
That's when he felt a penny drop in the back of his mind.
Cling Clang Clang.
. . .
Carnage looked up at the Spider, who was sitting on the tree, if not a bit roughly, a little to straight. Carnage frowned and melted into a puddle, silently climbing the tree.
The Spiderman whipped around, seeing the red ooze and froze, before leaping off the tree - Carnage whipped out a tentacle that grew from the puddle and grabbed his ankle, tugging him backwards and causing the side of his face to smash ageist the side of the tree. Spiderman looked up as he was dropped, noticing a large black humanoid shape standing beside the tree. His vision went fuzzy and he slipped into blissful darkness.
The red ooze grinned, face forming a rather large cartoon smile, before leaping downwards to get to his pray before his mind stopped, shocked, the slightest bit scared.
"Well, you have been a very bad boy haven't you, child."
The voice dripped its namesake.
So, yeah. I hope you guys liked that.
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