~ The only monster you should fear is the one that you created. ~
- Me, ‘cause it sounds smart enough.

A single figure sat in the garden. He was hidden in plain sight amongst cosplayers at Comicon. He wore a ragged black cloak that had a pair of ivory daggers dripping with blood over a set of bloody fangs. He wore armor with hexagonal bulletproof plates underneath and woven into the cloak. It all emitted an eerie red glow between the cracks. A high tech bandolier wrapped around his torso, and even had a few shotgun shells on it. His helmet was currently half retracted, showing his crimson eyes and black hair. Bad Blood looked around the convention building from his vantage point in the indoor garden, looking for the seven girls his contact told him about.

“Wrathful 1-6, report,” Bad Blood spoke into his comms.

“This is Wrathful 1, we have visual in Section 4,” Wrathful 1 replied.

“Wrathful 1, follow them from a distance, and try not to make your tailing obvious, or the pink one will spot you.”

“Affirmative, I also have confirmed visual from Wrathful 4 on priority 2.”

“Excellent, send Wrathful 4 on acquisition and bring priority 2 to me.”

“Affirmative, Nemesis”

With that he sat back and extended his helmet over his head with a mental command. The helmet had the same design as the armor, only with sensors built into the plates. Soon heard two sets of feet walking towards him. He looked up and saw his soldier with the Merchant in tow.

Blood leaned forward and said, “So, I heard stories from some of my men that you sent them to this dimension after giving them some powerful item, so tell me something, and don’t lie, Where do you get the items. Your answer is the only thing that will save you right now, so give me a good answer.”

The Merchant replied, “Suck it asscrack. You can’t do shit to me.”

“Wrong answer.”

In a literally lightning quick motion, Blood whipped a knife out and ran it right into the Merchant’s temple. “Damn, there goes a good opportunity to get godly powers, but at least I know how to make pocket dimensions,” Blood said. The soldier just looked at the corpse that was sprawled out on the grass. Blood turned to him and told the soldier to hide the body.

“Well that wasn’t ideal, but at least that gets rid of a rather dangerous variable,” he said to himself.

‘Good evening, Bad,’ a voice in his head said.

“Good evening to you as well Nightmare Moon.”

The symbiote sighed and said, ‘You don’t have to call me by my full name, you know.’

“I know.”

Nightmare Moon was a symbiote that escaped Parker Genetics. She was found to be on Vice-Principal Luna of CHS. Nightmare Moon was the first name it was given, followed by Daybreaker, then black suit Spider-Man, and finally Venom. She personally liked Nightmare Moon the most because it was her first name. She had been pushed out of host after host because of Spider Man until he captured Eddie Brock and experimented on him in his genetics lab. Eddie died, allowing her to get out of the lab and lead her to finding the dying Bad Blood.

She sighed again and inquired,’How well has our plan progressed?’

“Well enough, despite me having to kill the Merchant. We are tracking Sunset Shimmer and her friends now.”

‘Alright, well don’t mind me, I am going to be thinking up contingency plans for this plan of yours.’

“Alright, have a good brainstorming session.”

Bad then called in to Wrathful 1 and told him to quit tailing and give the location of the seven to him.

“Watch out, Sunset. I am back for blood.” Bad said with a grin hidden behind his helmet.

Author's Note

I promise the chapters will be less sucky eventually. I am doing this shit on a dinky iPhone 5. Also, three years have passed since the prologue. Also, is it possible to get some constructive criticism. Grammar, as you can probably tell, isn’t my strong suit.

With moderate affection,
Worst Nemesis