Hello everyone!

Here's part two of this arc! It's not the final arc in this story, because of how it turned out when I wrote it, but I think you'll find it interesting all the same!

Enjoy!

Mr. Brock Finds Out - Part Two

Carl Brock sat at the kitchen table across from his son, unsure of what to say.

His teenaged son Eddie was looking down at the table, a mixture of anxiety, fear, and worry on his face. For all purposes, he looked like someone who had been caught doing something wrong. His hands were sitting on the table, trembling slightly. A minute ago, he had finished telling his father all about his alien friend, and was waiting to hear his response.

The whole thing is incredibly unbelievable, Carl thought. But if I hadn't seen it for myself… Looking at his son, he couldn't see any sign of the weird black goo he had seen earlier, but he knew that it had to be there.

"... So," Mr. Brock finally said, finally breaking the silence. His son flinched, still too scared to look at him. "Can I… see this… friend of yours?"

Eddie nodded, holding out one of his hands. Seeping out of his skin, a glob of black goo pooled into his palm. It lifted itself up out of his hand, forming a tendril whose end turned towards Mr. Brock. The end of it also changed, shifting around so that two large, white eyes and a grinning mouth full of sharp teeth appeared.

Yep, that's it, Carl thought, staring at the alien sitting in his son's palm. It wasn't as big as when he had first seen it earlier, though based on what his son had told him, the alien itself was made up of a lot of goo. And that it was using his son as a host, using his body in order to survive.

"And it's name is Venom," Mr. Brock asked.

"Y-Yes," Eddie replied, still unable to look at his father. "Say hi, V."

"Hello," the symbiote said in a dark, gravelly voice.

Carl Brock felt an involuntary shiver run down his spine. None of this felt right. And he made his feelings known.

"This is crazy," he said, shaking his head. "Not only do aliens exist, but you've been hiding one in my house for over three years?" He looked at the goo. "Or did it make you not tell me?"

"Dad," Eddie started, Venom sinking back into his hand. "I wanted to tell you. I just... d-din't know how to say it-"

"So you find an alien in the woods," Mr. Brock interrupted. "And instead of coming to me, your father, you keep it to yourself?" He leaned back in his seat. "Well this explains why you've been so... different."

His son finally looked up at him. "Different," he asked.

"More distant, not hanging out with kids your age as much." Carl shook his head again. "I know you're probably too young to know what a 'parasite' is-"

"Venom hates that word," his son stated.

"I wonder why," the man replied sarcastically. Now that he had gotten over his initial shock, he was starting to become angry at his son for keeping secrets from him, as well as suspicious of the alien's intentions. "Well, parasites tend to kill their hosts eventually, did you know that?"

"Venom isn't killing me," Eddie protested, seeming to finally find some courage. "If anything, he's helped me in plenty of ways and he's been my friend when I needed one!"

"If he's so good, why didn't you ever tell me about him," Mr. Brock demanded. "If he's such a good alien- symbiote -whatever you call it, then why not let me know what's going on? It's my job to keep you safe, dammit, and I don't like secrets being kept from me! And I don't like strangers, human or not, in MY HOUSE!" That last part was shouted, echoing through the small kitchen.

Carl's son looked back down at his lap, an angry expression on his face. He was silent for a few moments.

"This is exactly why I didn't wanna tell you," he eventually muttered.

"What's that," Carl asked, even though he had heard.

Eddie looked up at him, glaring. "You don't understand! You NEVER understand! You think you know me and what I like and what I do but you don't! You don't even care to ask me half the time how I'm doing, yet you expect me to come to you and let you know about Venom? All of a sudden you pretend that you care about me?!"

"I'm not liking this tone," Mr. Brock started to say.

"You don't like ANYTHING!" The younger Brock stood up straight, a furious expression on his face. "There's always something for you to complain about! Your job, life, ME! Anything having to do with me, you have to state your disapproval!" He hit the table, startling his father. "I'm not getting rid of Venom, and you can't get rid of him even if you tried! He's my best friend, and has done a better job at being their for me than you EVER were!"

And on that note, Eddie stormed out of the kitchen, heading upstairs. A few moments later, the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut echoed through the house.

Carl Brock sat there in shock, unable to recall the last time his son had ever spoken to him like that, if he even had ever spoken like that. Part of him thought that maybe it was the alien parasite controlling his mind, but in his heart, he couldn't deny that his son's words were true. How many times did he even ask his son how his day was going? How school was? If he had done his homework or if his cross country and journalism extracurriculars were going well?

But it's a threat to his safety, the man thought. It's... It's freaky, that's what it is. And it's gotten a hold of my son, making him... making him...

A sudden, out-of-nowhere thought came to Mr. Brock, one that made him bow his head with some shame. All of his earlier anger and annoyance had disappeared, leaving him with a single thought that shook him to his very soul:

I'm a horrible father.

I'm sorry for leaving it off again, but I'll for sure finish it in the next chapter! I hope y'all are enjoying the arc so far! I wanted Eddie and his dad to exchange some words, given their rough relationship.

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-aggiefrogger