Author's Note

Back with another chapter, guys. Let us get back into the swing of things and learn more about our intrepid heroes.

Anything worth doing good takes a little chaos.

-Flea.

For Worth

How long had it been? Hours? Days? Ugh, none of that mattered.

What did was understanding the current situation that Eddie found himself in. One minute; almost akin to a bolt of lightning striking him on the head provided the last few accounts of his suffering, his humiliation, and his mind being fucked 3 ways to Sunday.

Something happened to Eddie that caused him to be in this situation; one moment. He was sitting in his apartment, seething with rage and thoughts of revenge against the world.

Countless hours, money, and doing favors he would not speak of to anyone, all for the chance to get the scoop of the century. To his own account, he already knew that he sinned plenty of times for this one moment, only to fall.

Sin was his undoing.

The Sin Eater: an entire hoax of a string of murders that were perpetrated at the time by a man known as Emil Gregg. His violent rampage of killing and defiling his victims did little justice to the concept of mercy.

Eddie could faintly remember being told off by James Jonah Jameson after the real truth came out and his ‘truth’ was but the first of many that would lead him to this point in time. The last time Eddie could remember, his list of 'truths' was far longer than that of any book.

And then, all of it gone. . .by a child, no less.

By Peter Parker!

He almost had everything he could have ever wanted and for someone like Peter Parker to swoop into the fray and steal all of the glory. The look of subtle smugness on that brat's face made him want to strangle the life out of him. Something about the entire thing was nearly too easy, but he had no evidence to prove it. He fought tooth and nail. . .

And it was gone.

''Spider-Man,'' Eddie thought, growling and forming plenty of ideas of what he wanted to do if he had even a minute to be in the same room as the web-slinger. ''One day, I will have my revenge. . .''

But now, he had something a bit more important to attend to at the moment.

“W-What the hell. . .is this?” Eddie asked, slowly beginning to feel more of what was essentially around him, and what exactly it was. It felt cold; distant, yet somehow alive? He could almost feel some sort of emotion from the swirling black mass, watching it contort to the slightest touch.

He clawed at it with his hands, watching the white of what he assumed to be eyes widen before it fought him, stopping his advances. The mass shook, fighting with Eddie until both met at a stalemate of movement.

“S-Stop!~” Eddie heard the mass hiss again, sounding afraid as a whine sounded from it, the rest of its body swirling and peaking in every direction.

“N-Ngh! Hey, what the?” Eddie’s screams were muffled as his body shook inside this. . .thing. A lunge forward made the both of them trip and fall into the puddle, seemingly stopping the conflict from happening right away.

Eddie huffed and puffed, sure as ever that his face was caked in sweat as he looked up at the grey, rainy sky. He. . .was sure that whatever this thing was, that it needed to go.

“Okay,” Eddie took a moment to go through the situation in his mind as best as he could. “What. . .exactly are you?”

The mass seemed to ripple at the question, settling once a few moments had passed. ''I. . .do not remember.''

''What do you mean, you don't know? Aren't you the one attached to me or something?'' Eddie asked, seeing the white eyes almost close before the fluid that resembled its mouth part before Eddie viewed its wickedly sharp teeth in the puddle's reflection.

''I don't know. . .what am I? Who. . .are you? W-Where-''

''-I don't know, but whatever is going on, we have get away from wherever that fucked up place was,'' Eddie said, his head beginning to form a headache at the thought of what occurred to him. The pain, the tests, the. . .invasion of self. ''That Dr. M or whatever his name was means business, and I don't have the slightest idea of what he wants, but we need to do something.''

''We?'' the mass asked, sounding very confused with a hint of anger behind. ''You can deal with that.''

Eddie scoffed, uncaring of any actual effort the thing wanted to put in. If it wanted to die, then so be it. He would survive. He would get back to his home, and he would make things right and crush Spider-Man.

''Then get the fuck off of me, and we can go our separate ways, I can deal by myself if you won't help,'' Eddie waved his hand surrounded by the mass, eating to be free from the confines of this. . .goop.

''Fine by me,'' the mass said back, agreeing.

''Good.''

''Good.''

. . .

''Are you going to get off of me?'' Eddie asked, feeling nothing happen after a few moments.

''Yes, I am,'' the mass responded, sounding a tad bit unsure. He would figure it out, just needed a bit of time was all. He didn't expect him to leave that very second, did he? ''I just. . .need to get my bearings straight, is all.''

''Well, get them straight after you get off of me,'' Eddie responded, folding his arms. Any second now, and he would be free from this thing.

Another few moments passed as the rain sprinkled on, and still, nothing happened. Was this thing fucking with him, or did he need to pry it off himself? Would he have to go that far? The mass looked to expand some and almost pull off of him, only for it to rebound and knock the both of them on their feet, making Eddie groan. What the hell? What was going on?

''I-'''

''-Look here, you black sack of venom-spewing shit, if you don't get off of me in the next two seconds, I will burn you off of me and bury you 12 feet deep. I've been nice, but now; get the fuck off of me!''

''I can't.''

''Huh?'' Eddie asked, becoming enraged. ''What do you mean you can't get off?''

''I can't get. . .off.''

''Bullshit,'' Eddie said, not buying the argument for a second. ''Maybe you aren't trying hard enough. Let me try,'' Eddie took hold of one of his arms and began to pull with all of his might, the action proving futile as the material resembled insanely tightly woven fabric, even at the smallest of tugs. ''Nggh! Getttt offfff!~'' another bout of thunder sounded.

''Not so easy, now, is it?''

''S-Shut it,'' Eddie said, assessing the situation. They couldn't easily separate at this rate, and they couldn't stay here out in the open with the looming threat of Dr. M and this so-called Collective.

They would have to do something to fix this, otherwise, they would be both be in trouble in this world that either of them knew next to nothing about. Eddie didn't have the first idea of what in the hell this thing was, and even less of this world. It was something about this mass of black and somewhat mangled personality, but something had to be agreed about.

''Ugh, fine. . .I guess we'll have to work together until we-''

''-Can be safe; I don't really know who you are, Eddie Brock, but I know that we are all we have at the moment, so we should make the best of it.''

''Wait, how did you know my name? I never told you.'' Eddie said, confused about the thing knowing his name.

''I read. . .your mind. . .wait; how did I do that?''

''Hell if I know, that's creepy. And also something we're going to have to figure out later. But what do I call you?''

That indeed was a good question. The mass itself held no actual name. It was. . .nameless. It would need to have a worthy name, one that speaks emotions with a single utterance.

. . .

Venom. . .that sounded adequate.

''Call me Venom.''