Harry and I were now discreetly staring at George's bite mark on his left leg. Something was obviously wrong because he should've healed by now, but instead, his Leg kept getting darker, and his face was becoming pale.

"George, you okay bud?" I asked him, but as he begun to answer, he started vomiting, it looked just like the liquid that was coming out of the truck driver's mouth, except this time it looked like it was moving, but then it suddenly hardened like ice, just before shattering.

"What do we know about this thing so far?" I asked Harry while putting pressure on my son's leg, in an attempt to get more of the liquid out of him

Harry looked at the worried faces around him, and then he answered: "Honestly, not much" he replied with disappointment "But I'm sure we'll have more answers when we get to the ark." he said, while looking at George, who was now unconscious on Gwen's lap

We arrived at the ark about ten minutes later, it mostly resembled an aircraft carrier, but it had four sets of thrusters on each side, which helped it hover 4,000 feet above the ground. Although it was nearly three times the size of the Titanic, there were only about 600 people on board: mostly just scientists, armed guards, politicians, pretty much just the people that were deemed "essential", while the rest of the city was sent to a military base on Coney Island. I'm begining to question how long the government actually knew about this, due to how organized this situation was.

When we arrived, George was imidiatly brought to the med-bay while Philip, Simon, Gwen, and I were shown to our room. It wasn't much, just two sets of bunk-beds and a small window in between them.

"Once you guys get settled in, Brock will want to talk to the two of you." Harry informed us, referring to me and Gwen

We've known General Edward Brock since Flash's funeral, apparently, he and Flash were friends before he died. Harry, and I became friends with him over the next six months. He was a slightly older man, at least 45, and he was married to Betty Brant: a former co-worker of mine at the daily bugle. I'm still suprised that I never met him since she'd worked there for over 15 years, and had been married for 25 years.

"You wanted to see us?" I asked Brock

"Yes, come with me." he replied, leading us to a large glass container, revealing the inky black liquid that's been terrorizing the city

"Is this what's been attacking the city?" Gwen asked "yes" Brock replied

"We don't know that much about it, but it seems like its only way of keeping itself alive is to attach itself to a human host."

"Why do you need us?" I asked

"Well, we wanted to see how this thing would respond to you." he replied

"I don't understand." I said

"Well, with your 'unique' blood-type, and the fact that you're the only human to successfully bond with the cross-species virus, we think you might have some type of immunity to this." Brock replied

"My son was bit by one of those things, and he doesn't seem to be getting any better, so I wouldn't actually consider that immunity!" I responded

"But he isn't getting worse either." one of the doctors replied "Most of the people that were bitten by those things are either dead or turned within ten minutes, your son is neither: you said he was able to throw some of it up, no one has been able to do that. It may not be total immunity, but you can resist it a lot more than the rest of us!" Brock replied

"Alright, just let me get a better look at it before we go any further." I said, defeated

"of course" Brock said

As I approached the container, the liquid suddenly rose up: it was shaped almost like a human. It was at least 8 feet tall, it was standing on two legs, it had big grey eyes (almost like the lens on my mask), it's teeth looked like fangs, and it had an abnormally long black tongue.

"What are you?" I asked firmly

It looked at me, and then it answered: "WE...ARE...DARKNESS, WE...ARE...DEATH,...WE...ARE...VENOM!"

It didn't sound like anything from this world, everything it said seemed to carry hatred and anger, this thing was one thing: pure evil

I felt like my heart was being pierced by a spike seeing George on that hospital bed. I'm spider-man, I'm supposed to be able to save everyone, but now my own son is dying in front of me and I don't know if I can save him. I don't know how Gwen would handle it if we end up losing him, we've already lost most of our families, I don't know how she'd handle losing her son.

George's face was grey now, he'd thrown up more of the symbiote since we got on the ship, we tried to get him to eat, but he couldn't keep anything down. He was asleep now, Phillip and Simon were asleep in our room, but there's no way Gwen and I were leaving George.

"You should go back to the room and get some sleep." I suggested to Gwen who was starting to fall asleep on my shoulder "But what if they have an update about what's happening, we can't just leave him here by himself." she replied "I'll stay with him, just go and get some sleep, you've been up for almost 36 hours." I told her

"Okay, just come get me if anything changes." she requested, getting up from her chair "Don't worry, I will." I replied

Harry walked in a few minutes later with his suit rankled and bags under his eyes, he was even worse shape than me, god only knows the hell he's been dealing with for the past 24 hours. "Have you found anything out?" I asked, hoping for good news

"The president, vice-president, and their families are all dead." he replied grimly

"How far has this thing spread?" I asked "nationwide, as well as parts of Europe and the middle-east." he responded

"How's George?" he asked

"Still the same, he's been asleep for almost 10 hours." I replied

"I'm sure he'll be fine." he replied "But we know more about the symbiote"

"What did you find out?" I asked

"Well, this thing's only way to survive is if it bonds with a human host, but it depends on the host." he responded

"What are you talking about?" I asked him

"This thing feeds off It's host's negative emotions, anger, jealousy, depression, shame, all of those things are what makes it stronger. This could be another reason why George is still alive." he answered

"Harry, you do realize that easly makes you a prime candidate for this thing, right?" I asked him with a concerned tone

"Yes, I know" he replied, with a hint of anger in his voice

"What's wrong?" I asked him

"Nothing, it's not like it matters, at least to you." he replied

"Harry I have no idea what you're talking about." I said

"It's not like you gave a shit when mj died." he replied coldly

"How dare you say that to me, Mj was like my sister, and I've had to deal with the fact that I wasn't able to save her!" I responded

"Oh bullshit, when she died all you did was come over to my house and make me take your son as well as Gwen's brothers half way across the globe so that you two could be the ones to kill the man that murdered my wife!" he shouted

"It wasn't like we had a choice Harry! Your dad was gonna wipe out the entire city, and we couldn't have George anywhere near us in case we failed!" I shouted back

"You could've let me stay and kill Norman myself, they didn't need me, no one was even following us! And when your aunt died you were so quick to kill Tooms that you let him beat you nearly to death, and then you let him get away, which led him to blow up that mall!" he said

"You think I don't know that Harry, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about that, her death has haunted my for years!" I yelled, trying to hold back tears

"But that doesn't change the fact that when she died you didn't so much as say 'I'm sorry'." he replied

"How could you say that? You'd be dead if it weren't for me, don't you remember all those times I had to pry a needle out of your hand, how many times I had to stop you from putting a bullet in your mouth? I did the one thing mj made me promise her that I'd do if she died: I kept you alive. How dare you say that I never gave a shit, you're like my brother Harry, and I can't lose you to." I told him, He began to open his mouth to say something, but he simply walked out

About 10 minutes after Harry walked out, George finally started to wake up. "Hey bud, how are you feeling?" I asked softly

"A little better." he replied weakly

"What's wrong with me, dad?" he asked

"I don't know bud." I replied honestly "But you don't have to worry, all the people on this boat are looking for the answers, and I know they'll find it soon." I reassured him

"Okay." he said, just before he went back to sleep.

I meant what I said to him, but even if they don't find anything I well. I won't lose my son, and nothing is gong to stop me.