It was a crisp night in the city of Ponyville. While one of the smallest cities in Equestria it was far from quiet. Its streets bustling with ponies of all kinds coming and going either enjoying the cool night air or returning home from a long day at work, and like all cities, it held its dark secrets and unsavory individuals. Those who wish to use and abuse others for their nefarious desires hide just below the surface. While the naive believe that being the home of the Elements of Harmony made the city a safe and pure place. To others, it was no different than any other city with things as simple as a mugging to something as atrocious as a murder. While the latter was extremely rare it was far too common for most comfort. Fortunately or unfortunately, the city seemed to have garnered the attention and interest of a rather strange “individual” as a “guardian” of the city. Always watching ready to strike.

While only being active for a little over a month it has made its presence known with its brutal and lethal approach against crime. Dozens were left dead or injured in its wake. Those cognitive enough to remember their encounter with the lethal protector have described it as a large black reptile with gleaming white fangs and massive jagged crescent-shaped white pupilless eyes. Some believed it to be a random dragon from out of town. However, the creature's lack of wings and its apparent inability to breathe fire have rendered that theory rather mute in the public's eyes resulting in most believing it to be an unknown from the Everfree Forest that snuck in somehow.

Regardless, of what the creature is its impact is undeniable. However, whether that impact is good has yet to be seen

"Hey, Spike there's something I've been wondering," the symbiote began. An edge of curiosity and concern in his voice.

"What is it bud?" The teen dragon responded nonchalantly as he leisurely swung through the city. It seemed to be a rather quiet night. They've only spotted a few attempted muggings and some rather odd work of vandalism. They've even seen an admittedly cool piece of graffiti of themselves. All in all nothing a little scare or a quick rumble couldn't handle.

” Well you know how when we first bonded I knew pretty much everything about you?” He questioned gingerly.

” Mhm,” a quick hum of affirmation from the wingless drake was the only response the symbiote received.

” Well I've noticed-”

” Woah, hold that thought bud. Check it out looks like some sort of deal is going down,” Spike interrupted landing on a building ledge in a crouch position. Down in the alleyway, a group of shady-looking stallions seem to have converged. The pair watched as the stallions conversed. Abruptly, the two main stallions started shouting as one brought out a gun subsequently causing others to do the same. Soon the group, of stallions were at a standstill. Venom watched the thugs as they conducted their “business” They decided to intervene now rather than wait to see what would happen. The Other decided to continue their discussion later.

In only a matter of moments, several stallions lay motionless on the ground either dead or unconscious. The sound of tearing flesh and bodies falling to the ground filled the night sky. The city’s “lethal protector” stood among the remnants of the small gathering. Their grinning maw dripped with blood as they enjoyed a successful hunt. However, something white had caught their eye in the sea of dark clothing and blood. Curiously, the host felt a need to investigate what it was. Making their way over they saw the source was a pile of cards spilling out of the pocket of a dead stallion. The stallion looked somewhat out of place among his sketchy-looking friends. His once pristine pinstripe light-colored suit was now soaked in his blood. Leaning over they grabbed what seemed to be a pile of business cards. Putting the cards back in order, Venom, scanned the information.

Abruptly, the host’s mind froze as pure unadulterated hatred began to boil within him. His grin twisted into a snarling frown in an instant. The sound of a whine soon reached his ears with a sharp glare he saw one of the thugs waking up. With great ferocity and determination, he shot a web toward the battered stallion. Yanking the now sniveling goon to his hand, the host slammed him into a wall.

"TELL ME YOUR CONNECTION WITH THESE BASTARDS!!" The host roared subsequently shaking the ground. Blinded by his rage, Spike didn't notice his Other taking complete control of their body causing him to lose his grip on the stallion. Swiftly it forced them to swing away from the scene, as the sound of distant sirens was approaching. Finding a rather secluded building a good distance away from the scene the symbiote then used itself to restrain their host to a chimney shoot.

"Spike! Please listen to me. You need to calm down." The symbiote pleaded with an edge of worry in its words. It tried everything it could to calm the raging drake. Tightening its hold ever so slightly. It did whatever it could to comfort the distressed drake. Unfortunately, however, the drake just continued with his erratic thrashing.

“Hell no! Those fuckers gotta die! No matter what it takes!” The purple-scaled teen growled his voice trembled with an indescribable amount of anger and fear. Hot tears began to brim his eyes in frustration. The symbiote just coiled around him firmly keeping him in place, yet providing as much comfort as it could at the moment. Eventually, the wingless dragon settled into the embrace of his Other allowing his tears to roll down his cheeks silently.

"Spike…” The symbiote began. "This is what I've been meaning to bring up earlier. When we first bonded I noticed a lot of your memories that were actively being hidden away. I think it's time we deal with that…together." it finished. Soon the wingless drake allowed his consciousness to slip away.

Soon, Spike found himself standing in a recreation of his basement room; however, everything seemed to be made out of his Other with the floor and walls moving in that familiar slitherin manner. Slowly, he made his way through the room noticing multiple glass panes playing scenes from his memory he noticed how some were dark and blurry while others were bright and vibrant. Making his way through the apparent machination of his mind before he reached the door. Instantly he froze upon seeing it unlike everything else the door was completely void of the symbiote. The door was a complete outlier, in comparison to the rest of the room. Instead of the standard wood door was a painfully familiar steel one with a bared window. The teen drake froze as he felt the coldness and dread rippling off the door. Shakily, he raised his bare hand to the door; however, before he could lay a finger on the door an immeasurable amount of fear began to swell in his chest.

What was he doing…?

He locked this away for a reason…

It was gone for the most part…

He made it out …

It didn't matter anymore … It was over…Right?

…No, no he was very much still there ripped away from the sky.… Staked to the ground…

…But what could he do …nothing changed…he was still that scared little drake…

…All alone…

"No you're not."Abruptly, the teen dragon’s despairing thoughts were shattered by his body being shrouded in black shifting them into Venom. They watched as their bare shaky hand steadied itself as a black-clawed hand appeared. With a gusto of courage, they forced the door open, as they allowed themselves to fully remember…The worst moments of his life.

8 Years ago…

Author's Note

Sorry about the wait. Honestly, I've had this “part” done for a while but due to some writers block I'm not sure how to continue onward. So I'd decide to just publish it as a smaller part of what I'm trying to do. Thanks for still being here