Eddi…..venom…..the nightmare was finally over. But at the same time he felt coldness in his body. And even in his soul.

CHAPTER 2

It was nighttime before, Connors let peter leave. He had insisted on running dozens of test to make sure that peter would not have any complications brought about by the radiation. Peter had hardly listened to half of what he had said. One thought just kept playing through his head. Eddi Brock was dead. That thought just played in his head like a broken record. He hardly watched where he was swinging or when he stopped to change in a gas station bathroom. It had started to rain so by the time peter opened the door to his and Mary Jane's home he was soaked to the skin. Shrugging off his jacket peter trekked upstairs with the mood of someone who was on death row. He was so wrapped up in his thought he did not notice anything out of place until he was standing in front of the bedroom door.

Only then did his spider sense go off. But it was not the feeling of wires on the back of his neck that it normally was. No this was different, like a soft feeling of cat fur rubbing against him. but he ignored it and opened the door. A moment later he would have given anything to forget what he saw. Mary Jane….. naked……. in bed…… with wolverine….. from the X-men. But even as he stood there horror seeping into his mind they were stirring and a moment later a loud, 'sknit' sound met his ears as wolverine 'popped' his claws. But wolverine's face fell when he saw who it was. He opened his mouth to say something but peter didn't let him. With a flick of his wrist Logan found his mouth webbed shut with enough web fluid to stop the rhino. But Mary jane was up now and she was starring wide eyed at him. "Peter…… they said…….. the news said there was an explosion….. they never found your body. I though…." She broke off as Peter began to shake.

But he forced himself to talk in a voice of faked calm. "So….. you though I was dead, and in 4 days you sleep with wolverine?" Mary Jane opened her mouth but Peter cut her off. "Don't bother MJ. There is nothing you could say to make this better. I killed someone. Venom…..eddi is dead." As he said it it was like a huge stone dropped into his stomach. He had killed Eddi. He was so lost in his feelings that he did not look up until wolverine spoke. "look kid don't feel to badly he was trying ki-" but Peter snapped upwards glaring at his one time friend with fury. Pointing his finger at Logan he did not bother to keep his voice calm but shouted at the top of his lunges.

"SHUT UP! YOU JUST SHUT UP! DON'T SAY A FUCKING WORD! YOU YOU-" but he was to mad to upset to finish the sentence. Only one thing seemed to feel right to him. With a flick of the wrist Peter's webbing latched itself to Logan's bare chest and face, swinging his arm wide, Peter tore Logan from the bed and hurled him through the bedroom window. As he felt the webbing disconnect he heard Logan let out shout of "SHIT!" as he flew through the air, and hit the ground. A moment later Peter turned his eyes to his wife, the woman he had once loved and would have died for. He had pulled the covers to her, trying to cover up her nakedness, her eyes shown with tears. Again she opened her mouth to speak to explain herself.

But Peter was beyond caring. He simply turned and left, walking calmly down the stairs picking up his coat and after making sure he was firmly wrapped in its soaking fold left the house making sure to slam the door with all his strength. As he stepped down to the sidewalk he noted Logan walking towards him several cuts, and gashes healing as he did so. But he had stopped now and was standing in Peter's way baring Peter's path. "kid listen to me. I wasn't……..I didn't plan this. She called the mansion and I was there. So I came over to comfort her. Kid she was so sad you should have seen her. She was crying and……" Logan's voice trailed off as he noticed Peter's clenched fists. When he spoke it was in a voice with as much Venom as he could muster. "get the fuck out of my way Logan. Healing factor or not I'll hurt you."

Logan shook his head and grabbed Peter by the shoulders. "not until you hear me ou-" but Logan was cut off as Peter punched him with the full force of his spider strength. Logan was pushed backwards and hit a car. The sound of bending metal shook the cold night air as he bend the side inwards until the car looked more like a jacket around him. Still shaking Peter spoke. "Don't even try to explain this Logan! I'm beyond caring." Dozens of house lights had turned on and he could see people emerging from their houses looking for the source of the noise that had broken their happy little world. Even as he stood their he could hear people whispering to others. "that's the parker boy. The one who takes the pictures of spider man." "what did he do to that car?" "is he a mutant?"

But he didn't care. His anger was only with wolverine. "Logan i always used to trust you, I used to look up to you. You were tough the kind of tough I wanted to be. The kind of tough that gave me the strength to do what I did. But now………….. now I want nothing to do with you. Next time you need help go find daredevil or Moonknight. Because I won't help you." Peter turned to leave but was stopped as again Logan put a hand on his shoulder. It sent him over the edge. Wheeling around Peter grabbed Logan but his hair and slammed Logan's face into his knee. Even as Logan reeled backwards Peter wrapped his hands around his neck and slammed his knee into Logan's balls. Taking a particular amount of when Logan let out a scream of pain. Still holding onto Logan by his neck Peter spun around and threw Logan back into the car. Logan hit the car and slowly slid down until he was sitting on the ground.

Turning to look at his house one last time Peter caught sight of Mary Jane in the window. It was obvious she had seen the whole thing. Taking a deep breath Peter pulled the ring from his finger and dropped it to the ground, with a light metal 'ting'. Turning round Peter leveled one final look at Logan before continuing on his walk away from the house. As he trudged through the suburb it occurred to him that he had no place he had to be. The bugle was closed for another 5 hours. Felicia Hardy was away on family business. Stopping in front of the same gas station he had changed in he briefly entertained the idea of changing back into his costume and swinging around town for until day break but he discarded that idea. He was in no mood to fight crime. Sighing deeply Peter tightened the collar of his jacket and continued his walk to nowhere.

For several hours he walked through the city with no distinct destination in mind. Every now and then he would stop as he spotted a couple, scurrying out of the rain. Every time he saw this he felt sick with a combination of envy and disgust. On one hand he was happy for them. Happy that the 2 people has found someone to be with. But on the other hand he was angry. Why did they get to be happy?! He did more than they would ever know to save their asses when they needed it. Without him the city would have been leveled long ago. What gave them the right to be happy and not him?!?!?!?!?!? Tearing his eyes away from the angering sight Peter found himself standing in the middle of the city center.

All around him noise beat against his ears. Clubs blaster there music sending vibrations through the air. Car's honked their horns stuck in the eternal traffic jam that seemed to plague the city. The sound of the rain added to the noise making a low pounding sound against every surface. And the cherry on top was the sound of people. Oh yes even with the rain doing its best to drown then people still lined the streets. Adding their voices to the roar of the city. Cupping his hands to his ears he could only wish for silence. He wanted nothing more than to open his eyes and hear nothing. To have complete and total silence. But he was out of luck as his eyes opened he found that the silence he sought was not to be had. The noise still pounded against his ears. For several minutes he wandered the city looking for a place to be alone. But he couldn't find one. And after half an hour of searching he grew annoyed with his situation.

Turning into an alley, he looked around to make sure no one would see him, and then with a swiftness that he had gained from years of experience he lept from the ground onto the wall and charged upwards, until he flew off the wall and landed with a slash on the building top. Smiling for the first time that night he closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of the rain on his face. His moment of happiness however was broken by someone clearing their throat. "that was cool."