That night, in a dark alley within New York City, Cletus Kasady was lurking around, sporting the black and red symbiote. He stood on a fire escape.
"I am a killer. I love to kill. They can't lock me up anymore now that I have you. We can kill together."
He was, disturbingly, speaking to the symbiote that surrounded his body. He was waiting for someone to enter the alley so that he could test out his new skills that could potentially make him more lethal than ever before. After much waiting, someone ran into the alley.
"Stay away from me!"
The man was running from three other men who carried knives.
"Just hand over your money and it'll be over!"
"I don't owe you shit!"
The man who had been running pulled out a gun.
"Wow. Calm down. No need to shoot us. Let's just talk."
"You're not going to ravage each other after all?" Carnage asked.
"What the hell?"
"What is that thing?"
The man with the gun tried shooting at Carnage. He leaped from the fire escape and clung to the wall. He dodged another bullet by jumping off of that wall and landing on the man with the gun. He disarmed him and removed the bullets from the click.
"Who needs weapons? I used to kill with weapons, but I could also kill with my hands. Now I know that my hands are stronger than before. Get up and fight like a man!"
The disarmed man got up. Carnage stepped backward. When he stopped, he shot pieces of his symbiote that were as solid as bullets. They hit the man in the neck, killing him. The bullet turned into dust, leaving behind no evidence. Cletus revealed his face, his body still covered by the symbiote. One of the men with knives ran up to him and stabbed him in the left cheek.
"Take that you freak!"
The evil entity took the knife away from him and stabbed him in the gut. He dropped it to the ground. The two survivors examined Cletus' face. The skin around the cut was regenerating.
"All nice and pretty again!"
"Forget this!" one of the men said.
"I'm outta here!" the other said.
The two men tried running out of the alley. Carnage extended the symbiote from his arms, stuck to them, and pulled them back to him. He threw one of them upward. He watched the man fly until his head splatted on the ground. Next, he threw the other one's face into the wall multiple times until he stopped breathing. The cymbiote turned into red and black clothing. Cletus walked out of the alley, appearing normal to the New Yorkers nearby, who had yet to discover his blood-lusting nature.