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(WHAT IF "VENOM" BECAME "CARNAGE"?)

So if you read the title you're probably a little bit confused but I promise it'll make sense as everything goes on but welcome any and all to the viewers of the Multiverse as we asked the wonderful question of what if.

In this story, we're going to be asking the question What if Venom became Carnage

Cletus Cassidy is by far one of the most ruthless and evil super villains to ever exist in the Marvel Universe, and he became even worse when he bonded with the Carnage symbiote It would have events that occurred differently what if Cassidy had bonded with different symbiote would he be just as ruthless or perhaps would have been transpire in such a way the but not only caused Cassidy to well have to rethink his life choices but also give rise to a brand new type of hero Let's dive deeper.

Ravencroft Penitentiary was home to some of the worst of the worst most people came to this Asylum looking for help hoping Beyond hope that perhaps with time their minds would be able to heal and they'd be able to rejoin Society at Large however one of these inmates saw the entire thing is just a giant joke in fact he didn't plan on getting quote unquote well at all no the only thing he was thinking about was how easily you would be to just break out of this cell and start killing every single person he could lay his hands on and then once he got out all the delicious decorative ways he'd be able to assemble his victims in his grotesque sense of Art.

That was the mind of Cletus Cassidy even from a young age he wasn't exactly well in the head I just aged seven he pushed his grandmother down the stairs and took her life at age 10 he took the life of his beloved pet and throughout his teen years he was in and out of juvie may or may not have caused the death of both of his parents and then began a life of crime systematically becoming one of New York's most notorious serial killers. Yet Dr Kafka one of the leading Physicians and psychologists here at ravencroft was hoping that maybe she could get through to what little Humanity had taken root in the man yet every time she tried it was met with little to no success every single session Cassidy would either just ignore her try to kill her or just laugh about the entire thing.

" you don't get it do you doc, you see there's nothing wrong with me nothing at all I'm as healthy as a horse and a insane of Mind as a newborn baby and speaking of a baby I think that maybe just maybe once you give birth to yours I'll strangle you with the umbilical cord maybe then we can have a more tempting discussion".

Kafka held her pregnant belly as if that would somehow protect her from the madman. With each passing discussion it just got worse and worse until eventually Kafka had to walk away signing Cassidy over to another physician and even stating that perhaps there was nothing to save as a doctor Kafka felt like she was giving up on Cassidy but there was a difference between trying to save a human being who was regretful and wasting your time trying to redeem a monster. Little did Dr. Kafka know that when she left that night, she was not only saving her life but the life of her child as the Asylum would face its worst experience in its existence.

Cassidy was doing what he always did at night, scribbling on the walls and thinking to himself about all the ways he was going to kill someone he heard a loud crash just outside his prison window.

Curious he peeked his head out of what he little he could see through the bars apparently the Shockwave was so loud that it alerted all the guards and other inmates in the prison several going out to check what had happened. Just outside the Prison Walls, a small meteorite had crashed landed, and the landscape still scorched burning around it. A few of the guards carefully observed the area.

" think it's Radioactive?"

" Don't know whatever you do, don't touch it, still hot."

But as the guards contemplated what to do with the space Rock Cassidy began feeling strange something was on his hand that on his arm then going down his body and For The First Time in Forever he began hearing a voice a very tempting voice.

"Cassidy, we could help you Cassidy together we can help everyone relieve them of this card snowflake become one with us. We will bring Carnage throughout this land~

Cassidy cackled as he heard this.

"Hahahaha well well finally something who's speaking my language I think you and I are going to get on like a house on fire my friend but together I usually prefer working alone I do my best work like that but I think in this case oh I think I can make an exception"

And just like that, Bone's broke body reshuffled Cassidy screams feeling Halls of craving Croft as his body was more or less torn apart and restructured to the strange Invaders liking.

Soon, guards burst into Cassidys cell to see what was going on.

" Cassidy, what's going on in here?!"

"Hahahahaha, Cassidy is gone, long gone~, but you can call us, Carnage!"

Black tendril shot stray through several of the guards that had entered the cell scoring them as the black creature tossed them aside and began making its way through ravencroft there was a Slaughter any inmate or guard that dare given the creatures way was quickly done away with bones broke bodies being flung in every which direction Carnage in His Manic sense of laughter even tore certain cells open just to get at the inmates inside that were cowering in fear Cassidy was a monster on his own but now with this Invader from the Stars latched on to him he was even more dangerous than ever before perhaps not just a New York but to the world.

But it is manic Slaughter he didn't realize that subconsciously the Symbiote was beginning to rethink what it had just done it thought that it was saving Cassidy didn't even believe some of the words that it was saying what it latched on to him it didn't come to earth-seeking slaughter it simply came here to hide but now it was latched on to a maniac it had to do something anything in order to stop him but it was too late now the symbia was already weak when it had bonded to Cassidy it didn't have enough strength to control him if anything Cassidy's manic state of mind and his own willpower was keeping the Symbiote contained but it could do one thing in order to fight back.

Thus Cassidy begin slaughtering his way through ravencroft the Symbiote using what strength and willpower it had left replicated itself and sent it spawn far away from ravencroft having it latch on to one of the guards with only one instruction go far away seek help find someone who can kill Cassidy. Luckily when the spawn latched on to the injured guard that Cassidy had just skewered through the chest and managed to save them not permanently the guard was going to die the Symbiote was the only thing keeping him alive but he would last long enough in order for the Symbiote to find some help and thus it stumbled out of the broken prison with the screams of Slaughter far behind it.

Months would pass the story of the slaughter of ravencroft would spread quickly throughout New York saying that some kind of black Jagged tooth monster ravaged the entire prison much of the inmates and Guardsmen were slaughtered the only inmates that wasn't accounted for was one Cletus Cassidy now the entire city was fearful that Not only was this monster on the loose but one of the worst serial killers in its history was also out there somewhere.

Peter Parker couldn't help but find the entire thing disturbing as he read the newspaper on the way to school. His Uncle Ben had always instructed him to be wary of people to always make sure that when you have power you use it for the right reasons otherwise we can become something ugly something monstrous like that of Cassidy.

Peter though was quickly taken out of his inner thoughts by his girlfriend chat coming up behind him and giving him a hug she was worried about Peter asked a few weeks have been a little Troublesome for the young man just not in the way that you would suspect. Peter was a bright kid you had Straight A's in school he often helped tutor the more popular kids that honestly couldn't do a paper to save their life and he always tried to do right by people yet unfortunately has he put it the good old Parker luck kept catching up with him seem like every other day the biggest jock in the school Flash Thompson would shove him in a locker steal his gym clothes and one time he even pushed Peter down the stairs Parker nearly broke his arm in the process.

Peter felt alone at school for a long time hell there was some days he didn't even want to go back and what reason did he have to other than his education the only friend he did have there was Harry Osborn but ever since he and his family moved to Europe I'm just kind of seemed pointless. Then like a guardian angel coming down to save him he just happened to run into chat one morning literally ran into her while he was trying to catch his bus despite the awkward and somewhat painful first meeting the two got on pretty well both were kind of outcasts kind of did their own thing they bonded over that eventually one thing led to another and chat being the independent type was actually the one to ask Peter out, to which he accepted.

As time went on Chat even began to view Peter's house is somewhat of a second home, she got on great with uncle Ben and aunt may, especially with may whenever she let her help her in her garden which was her pride and joy. She especially loved helping and may feed the squirrels and birds that would frequent her garden, though she would also have to help me make sure that the squirrels have been snatched all the produce before I could grow fully

All in all, Peter and Chat looked out for one another, but on this day Chat could tell that there was something going on in the young man's mind. Peter was just out of it lately is Uncle Ben had just recently come down with a really bad illness despite everything they tried the doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong with him and it was putting a lot of pressure on both him and his aunt not only that but school didn't exactly help usually Peter would see it as a distraction but flash just wouldn't leave him alone. Chat hated how flash seemingly picked on Peter for no reason, a couple od times she even got in the middle of the two, once getting a black eye becuase of it bit, she didn't care, she wished Peter would fight back, teach Flash a lesson.

My mom in the back of his mind Peter would love nothing more than to give flash a piece of his own medicine he also remembered what his uncle always taught him when you have power use it wisely defend yourself but never attack, and he would honor his wishes.

Luckily for the young couple they would get the relief and somewhat distraction they were both hoping for as the school was planning a field trip to the local Museum today and with any luck Peter would be able to get some distance from Flash and maybe even asked some of the school staff if they knew any way that his uncle could get some help.

So is the two boarded their school bus and then the rest of the students piled in no one realized that other occupants was surveying the area the Symbiote that it escaped the prison Slaughter was still bonded to the security guard but the guard was losing energy quick the symbia wouldn't be able to sustain itself on the guard for much longer it had to find a new host or it would die too get us the bus drove off into the distance it could sense something it wasn't like Cassidy not the same chaotic energy but something pure understanding almost it wasn't able to follow the bus on foot but it might be able to follow it back to its source.

The rest of the day played out fairly normally the field trip was a welcome distraction Peter got pretty enthusiastic explaining to chat how the giant telescope in the museum worked and well chat didn't exactly understand everything that Peter was talking about she still was happy that at least he had a smile on his face for the first time in a while.

But that night when the two came back to the Parker residence it was quiet really quiet Peter looked around and eventually found a note on the fridge unfortunately his uncle had gotten worse and on May I decided to take him to the hospital to get checked out there was dinner in the fridge and hopefully both of them would be back by morning if not they would call.

This just sent Peter into another Spiral he was already worried about his uncle, and now he was even more so. Chat decided to stay with Peter to keep him company, and the two settled in. Peter decided to go to bed early he wanted to stay up, but he just couldn't keep his eyes open. Chat decided to stay up in case his aunt or uncle had called. Is Peter latest head on a pillow sleep quickly caught up to him? What he didn't realize is that there was something else in the home with them.

The symbiote had managed to follow Peterson back to his home it watched both his aunt and uncle leave it would have followed them but it couldn't sense the same presence from the two they were Noble sure but he could tell that both were elderly and one was not in good condition so I decided to wait and see if the same presence of felt would come back but the guard's body eventually gave out and now the Symbiote was left without a host luckily the presents it felt Peter's presence had returned to the property symbiote didn't have any other option maybe it was making a rash decision but it had never felt presence like this granted it only had been alive for a couple of months but at this point it was either Bond or die.

So how's Peter slept the Symbiote slowly and carefully began bonding to the young man but as it did Peter began to have strange dreams he heard screaming so monster tearing apart everything and everyone around it and then it stared at him cold white lifeless eyes looking back at him soon the creature morphed into the form of Flash Thompson he began spouting off names calling Peter weak saying that he'd be nothing that he was nothing and that he would always be nothing Peter eventually screamed out in his sleep and in his shock and anger he soon realized that not only had he woken up he was now standing on the ceiling.

Chat had heard Peter scream out and ran up the stairs to see what was wrong. Then she opened the door and was completely shocked to see her boyfriend standing on the ceiling

Both teens were completely freaked out and didn't know what was going on but, in the Symbiote rush to find a host, it didn't realize that by doing so, it would have a serious consequence. Cassidy had been slowly making his way through the criminal underworld killing off big names and making a name for himself it wasn't just about righteous Slaughter anymore after all if you kill everyone in the world who's around to appreciate your work no no no no he was going to make sure that everyone knew the name Cletus Cassidy but as he was tearing through some magia Safe House he suddenly sent something a presence that was similar to his own he couldn't quite place it and didn't even fully understand it but one word kept ringing out in his head, Threat!

" ooh now what's this some pray finally decided to grow a pair and challenge me well this just got a lot more interesting let's see if we can find you shall we" he then dumped the body of a torn apart Thug and jumped a nearby window to find his prey.

Back at the Parker residence, Peter and Chat were trying to figure out how to help Peter had been able to stand on the ceiling neither one of them had any sort of solution Peter being the scientific type was going through every idea or explanation in the book but there was no explanation there was no way, it didn't make any sense. But as the two continued to try to figure out what to do, the Symbiote that it bonded to Peter suddenly sent something that monster the monster from the prison it was coming?!

The Symbiote took control briefly as Peter without even realizing what he was doing tackle chat out of the way as the monster burst through his bedroom wall.

The two were absolutely terrified as they stared up at the creature that was looming over them large bulky, completely black jagged tendrils coming out of its body large razor-sharp teeth in the form of a smile.

"Hahahahaha well well what's this have I interrupted a little lovers moment oh I do so enjoy young and makes it so much more delicious when I tear them apart the screens are Symphony to my ears but that's not good ahead of ourselves I'm looking for something kiddos and I think from the smell of it it's in this room so where is it" the monster growled as if morphed ots hand into an axe.

"W...where is what?! What are you talking about? There's nothing here I didn't do anything" Peter stammered out. Chat too in shock to say a word.

" are you talking boy so you do have a voice good" the creature grabbed Peter by the neck and squeezed, threatening to snap his neck like a twig.

" now I'm going to ask you only once where is it, where's my prey?!"

Chat was terrified yet a part of her was also Furious that this creature was manhandling Peter just like flash had done almost every day for the past few months something inside her snapped has she screamed with all her might at the creature.

"LET HIM GO!!!!!!"

The Shear force of the scream caused Cassidy to stumble back and pain but then yet another strange occurrence happened as every single window in the Parker household began breaking and soon the door of the room flew open as flocks of birds bats bugs and every other sort of night time creature flew straight at the monster doing everything they could to tear him apart. Chat and Peter huddled together as they watched the chaos unfold. Cassidy fled outside and into the street doing everything he could to get the creatures to go away soon and oncoming car came straight at him and in his rage he picked it up and swatted at the creatures eventually causing them to disperse before throwing the car at a nearby house it exploding soon after.

Those Peter in chat were utterly terrified just huddle together in the remains of Peter's bedroom as they waited prayed for morning to come.

Eventually it would but the hits they wouldn't stop coming. Because it turned out that the very same car that the creature had picked up to defend itself was the car that held both Peter's aunt and uncle returning from the hospital and when said creature threw the vehicle with the elderly couple inside and into the nearby home it claimed them both.

Was in a single evening Peter had lost everything his home was torn apart his aunt and uncle were murdered and he was powerless to do anything he felt weak useless those same words that flash had threatened with and those dreams he began to believe them as he stood looking down at his aunt and uncle's Graves trying to find answers but there's no answer to have there was nothing he could do.

Chat didn't feel much either she hated Peter like this not that she could blame him he lost so much but at the same time she was also racking her brain as to what had happened that night not only with Peter but with herself how did she scream like that and what was with the birds were they answering her?

She didn't know. She was scared, scared for herself, for Peter, she wished she could make all just go away.

After the funeral luckily Peter was able to get some sort of reprieve chance parents had always liked Peter so instead of him going into foster care Peter was taken in by Chats Family. The two were already close so it seemed like the most logical choice. Eventually things will try to go back to normal Peter was now even more distant in school than he ever was he was even beginning to distance himself from chat which is the last thing that she wanted but she understood it all culminated with Peter simply going to his locker and feeling a presence come up behind him and of course it was Flash. The job tried to get a word out but Peter wouldn't have it he had lost everything and he wasn't going to take flashes b******* any longer he grabbed him by the hand and slammed him into the lockers screaming in his face to leave him alone hadn't he already done enough!

Flash was shocked that Peter suddenly had this strength but all he could say was he was sorry for everything.

Peter didn't even respond he had no more tears to shed no more Agony to let out he just felt hopeless. So he let flash go, walking away, passed teachers and students and even Chat who tried to go to him but, was helped back by her friends.

"Give him some space girl, let him cool off".

Peter decided to return home he just couldn't be at school right now you couldn't be around people he just needed time to himself time to think time to process but a part of his brain asked him what left was there to process that monster was still out there it came after him for some reason and he still didn't know why but it killed his uncle the only family he had ever had besides Chat of course but it wasn't the same. Throughout all of this the Symbiote that had bonded to Peter was going through its own mental crisis it felt responsible for causing Peter's anguish because it decided to bond to Peter it brought and nothing but pain and it felt everything that Peter felt the anguish the uselessness the sense of just wanting answers it had to do something after all it had come to Peter for help and maybe if it helped Peter, Peter could help it.

So one night as Peter was sitting alone in his room, a voice began speaking to him.

"D..daddy?" Peter was immediately taken aback.

"What, whose there?"

"Don't be mad daddy, we didn't mean to hurt you, were sorry".

Soon something began forming out of Peter, a red and black looking tendril that closely took the form of a face that seemed similar to the one of that of the monster that had attacked Peter months before. It's teeth were Jagged and small scared white eyes stared back at Peter. He immediately freaked out and went to hit the thing but, it screamed in terror.

"Don't hurt us please daddy please!"

Peter flinched, daddy? Why did it keep calling him that?

"Chat. Can you come in here!" Chat hearing Peter call her came In.

"Pete, you ok?"

"I.. don't. Know. Close the door please".

"Ok?" Chat closed the door as Peter showed chat the creature connected to him which caused chat to scream in terror casuing the Symbiote to scream back, it looked terrified. Yet chat however, began, sensing something about it. She couldn't explain it but, she somehow simply knew that it, whatever it was, wasn't going to hurt them.

She slowly walked over to Peter and knelt downqs the creature looked at her.

"It's OK, we won't hurt you" She said slowly holding out her hand as the Symbiote brushed against her. Peter seeing all of this was still abit shaken.

"What....what are you?"

The Symbiote looked up at Peter.

"We..i... don't know. We run from monster monster heart people tear them to tiny pieces we run from monster find help we come here looking for help we find you you help?"

Chat began to put the pieces together.

"Wait, you ran from the monster, Peter the paper article, that thing that attacked ravencroft, it's the same thing".

Peter felt his heart sank, as if things had gone from bad to worse, but, there was another part of him that began bubbling up, he had felt it for only a moment with flash, now, it was coming back again, Rage. He clitched his fist.

"You brought it here, your the reason my aunt and uncle are dead?!" Peter tried lashing out at the young creature but, chat stopped him.

" Peter stop it look you're angry you're hurting you're upset I get it but this thing whatever it is it came here to hide it didn't know that it was going to be followed whatever that thing is that attacked us that destroyed ravencroft it must be able to sense Where We Are and this thing that's attached to you, I don't think it knew, look at it".

Peter did and the Symbiote was terrified, shaking, despite its liquid slimy apperance he could see those same white Jagged eyes but, they weren't lifeless like the one from before, they were terrified, of the monster, of Peter.

Peter finally just collapsed into Chats arms and just cried, he didn't know what else to do, as Chat fought her own tears as she held him, the Symbiote, feeling sympathy and just wanting to help let its instincts take over as it bonded back to Peter and did what it could to sooth his body, calming his nerves, loosening muscles, similar to what the previous Symbiote had done to Cassidy but, no where near on the same level, just enough to ease the young man. Peter could feel himself calming down as he finally sat on his bed and the Symbiote came back out to look at him.

Peter, looking tired but, determined asked the Symbiote one question.

"You said you wanted my help, but, how, how can I help you against that thing?".

"We like monster, not bad, but, strong. We get stronger, stronger than monster, then we stop monster daddy, we be free!" The Symbiote said in a giddy voice, which caused Chat to giggle causing Peter to look at her confused.

"Well Pete, hate to say it but, I think you've got yourself a goo baby~"

This was going to be really weird going forward Peter thought. But where doesn't always mean bad for as the days went on Peter the Symbiote and chat began testing themselves and their new abilities with the Symbiotes help Peter realized that he was able to not only become stronger but he could climb walls he could hear and sense things better he was more agile and he could even use tendrils from the Symbiote like ropes or webbing almost.

Chat on the other hand was coming into her abilities and more unorthodox ways it was strange she had always been an animal person she always felt like she got along better with animals than she did most people but this was on a different level whenever she went for a walk she could almost understand what the birds chirping above her were saying it seemed that no matter where she went animals would just flock to her squirrels Birds Ducks swans dogs cats even rats, the last one she could've done without.

But to go along with this chat also realize that some of the traits that animals had she was also able to tap into for example the high pitched scream that she used against the monster was similar to a bird's call she also tested that if she could scream like a bird she could also fly like one but that didn't really end up working out and also ended up with Peter having to save her as she attempted to jump off their roof. However she was able to hear similar to a dog's hearing she was able to see things that usually only certain animals would be able to see in different spectrums and so forth. Needless to say her five senses that being smell, touch, hear, taste and smell were all enhanced, combined that with her ability to almost commune and understand animals, Chat was beginning to truly love her new powers.

Peter was also beginning to find his footing with his new passenger the two despite getting off to a rocky start we're beginning to trust one another Peter still didn't fully understand why this creature was calling him it's Daddy but eventually it just grew on him even though he continually told it to just call him Peter. Chat however seemed to kind of like the dynamic with her even giving the creature the cute nickname of Squishy, and Squishy beginning to call Chat Mommy. It was a cute little family Dynamic the three had going in a very Twisted sort of way but still.

Yet as the three were beginning to come to terms with what had happened to them Cassidy was Furious he had been so close to finding his prey to finally finding his worthy challenge yet for whatever reason he was forwarded by a damn flock of birds and now he was having trouble finding his prey again that's scream that the girl had let out had done something to him she had actually heard him at this point Cassidy had never actually been harmed since he bonded with whatever the creature was.

But he began to realize that that kid that he had almost killed somehow was the presence that he was sensing he didn't fully understand how or why but he began to conclude that maybe that kid was like him maybe he was hiding something maybe a creature similar to the one that had gotten on his skin was in the kid and if that was the case he needed a way to draw it out.

" so you like me well then let's see if we can get your passenger to come out and play~ but first I'm going to have to relieve you of your bodyguard hahahahaha"

Cassidy quickly put his plan into action for his chat was walking back from the store one day she quickly was attacked by Cassidy being wrapped up before she could scream or do anything and when Peter returned home from a walk, he found a morbid message written of the houses door, written in blood.

"Come get your little bird~"

At this moment something just completely snapped within Peter sure he had managed to keep his rage under control and yes he and Squishy were able to work together but this rage that Peter was feeling was different because it wasn't just coming from him it was coming from the Symbiote both of them unanimously Feeling Just Pure and utter anger and rage this monster Cassidy or whatever he was now not had he slaughtered hundreds of innocent people not only had he killed Peterson and uncle but now he had attacked Peter's second home taken the love of his life and as far as squishy was concerned the only family it had ever known this was the final straw as Peter's form slowly began changing morphing his skin becoming red and black blood vessels bursting body parts rearranging he didn't even feel the pain in agony rage was a hell of an anesthetic. Soon a different creature was standing in Peter's place 6 ft tall lanky red and black creature with razor sharp claws and those same Jagged white eyes stared at the message on his door.

" we won't let you work anymore innocence we won't let you hurt our friend we won't let you kill our family we are poison to you and your poisoned our life poisoned everything, that's why from this day on, we are no longer weak, not just Peter or Symbiote, now, We, are Venom."

Peter now Venom quickly began tracking the scent of Cassidy they weren't able to do it before they could always somehow sense it but never had a reason to go after him but now things were personal if anything they were acting on pure rage and instinct no more rational thinking Peter and the Symbiote or squishy both of them were in control yet they weren't in control at all it's as if their body was moving on autopilot all they could think about was one thing save chat and kill Cassidy.

Meanwhile in an abandoned shirt not far from the chat's home Chat found herself strung up by black tendrils right on top of a cross overlooking the church in a similar manner to how Jesus was staked, the monster cackling at her from below.

" oh this is all so perfect we have the Damsel in Distress and very soon oh so soon we'll have the naive and foolish night and shining armor come crashing through the door to save his lover and I will finally have what I've been craving these past few months as a matter of fact something I've been craving for my entire life a worthy challenge and once I rip the flesh off his bones I'll be able to finally prove that there's only one alpha predator in this town!"

As if on cue, the doors if the church burst open and chat was shocked at what she saw, a creature similar to the monster, but, slimmer and with a red and black color, yet she knew who it was.

"Peter?.."

" Let Her Go you bastard!" Venom growled, it's claws sharpening on the floor.

Cassidy just cackled.

" finally this is what I was looking for and you look glorious!"

"Shut up, you've taken everything from us! Our home, our family, even our new family, no more. No more killing, no more suffering, we may have been your spawn, but, now you die by Venoms Hand!"

"Spawn ehh~ so my passenger had a baby before we met, well then "Venom", ready for some father son quality time?!" Cassidy smirked as he morphed his arm into a large scythe as Venom charged at him, dodging a quick slash from Carnage only to slash him against the face, following it up with grabbing a pue and smashing him over the back with it. Carnage yelled in anger but, also, sadistic laughter, he was enjoying this, he'd enjoy killing this one.

He takes the first strike, massive tentacles sprouting from his back and striking at Venom laughing manically as he did so. Venom is unphased and retaliates, delivering a powerful punch to Carnage, knocking him back. Before Carnage can get up, Venom delivers a series of slashes to Carnages face, tearing the monster apart. Peter could feel himself losing control the more that the Teo fought but, he didn't care. This mad man had taken everything from him, Chat, even Squishy, he had to pay, he had to Die!

Carnage however, manages to block Venom's last strike. He then retaliates by grabbing one of his arms, breaking it causing Venom to screech out in pain, only for his free hand to become a mallet as he strikes Carnage in the face, sending the black monster hurling into a line pews, as he manages to mend his arm, flesh and bone cracking and popping back into place. Chat tried to scream for Peter, he muffled voice barely reaching the red heros ear, he looked at her and then Carnage as he got up. Summoning his strength he sprouting several tendrils at the remaining pews in the building before bringing them crashing down on Carnage. With the monster distracted, Peter jumped up and freed Chat, cutting her loose.

"Pete...is that, really you?" Peter's face appeared from within the mouth of the creature.

"Chat...your..parents, he..." Chat just shook her head, she already knew. "Not now, we have to stop him, let me help, can you find a way hold him down, o think I have an idea"

Peter listened as Carnage finally broke free from the debris pile, causing Peter to drop Chat and looked back at her. "Be ready" he said, his human face disappearing inside the maw of Venom as he readied his talons as the hulking black form of Carnage came charging back at him.

The two continue fighting as chat stands back waiting fir an opening. Carnage continues trying to squash Venom with his massive weaponized hands, one an axe and another a mallet, while, continously trying to stab slowly the hero with his black tendrils. Venom struggles to dodge the tendrils, looking for an opening in the monsters defenses. Eventually, Carnage lands a powerful kick to Venom's chest, knocking him back. He then pulls Venom toward him again, tightening his tendrils around the young hero and continuing to injure Venom with his strikes. Venom begins to weaken, struggling to break free, the Symbiote slowly failing.

"Your finished "son"~" Carnage cackled.

But, no, it was him that was finished. "Not yet monster, Now Chat!"

With that, chat screamed as loud as she could at the two symbiotes, both screaming in pain. Peter managed to web himself to the ceiling to escape the brunt of the strike though the vibrations still hurt him badly. Meanwhile Carnage, Cassidy was in agony, every nerve was fire, it felt like his body was being torn apart from the inside out, he felt himself weakening, his other half was dying. Chat kept the assault, she felt like her voice was going to give out but, she couldn't stop. This monster had to die, her family, Peter's family deserved justice!

Eventually it was too much and the black monster that was Carnage disappeared, and all that was left was the nude and twisted form of cleus Cassidy, without the Symbiote to hold his body together, he gave out, dead and at last, all his victims, old and new, were avenged.

Peter came down to the ground and could think of nothing else than to simply hold chat in his arms.

Word spread quickly throughout the town and eventually the authorities showed up at Chats house. Peter and Chat knew that they had to come up with some kind of story to convince the police, and they did, stating that they were both attacked but, some red man helped them, chased the monster to the nearby church, and killed it. Under normal circumstances the police would have thought that they were lying but given the destruction and everything else around them he wasn't exactly going to call them out on it but now the two were faced yet again with another problem both of them have just lost their family their homes and it looks like they were going to be thrown into foster care or worse little did they know that they had a hidden Ally.

That's the officer turned to leave a woman with long red hair and a professional looking outfit walked up to the two she wore a warm smile and introduced herself.

"Peter Parker, Sophia Sanduval, my name is Raven Darkholme, and I believe we can help eachother, I'm deeply sorry for your loss. But, if you'll allow me, i think I know just the place where you both can be safe".

And just like that one chapter ends and another begins.

To be Continued.

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canumoveurseatup-no · 5 years

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Survive- Where it all Started

summary: no one knows how it began, all they know is that it’s here.

pairings: tony x OC!daughter; later on tony x black!reader

warnings: familial death, zombies, blood, guns.

a/n: i’m excited for this series, i hope i do it justice. keep in mind though, if you’ve ever seen/ played TLOU, not everything will be the exact same. please like and reblog! If you want to be tagged, let me know!

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“Steve! Steve listen to me, he’s- he’s the contractor okay? I can’t lose this job,”

Sarah stirred in her sleep on the couch, she had fallen asleep waiting for her dad to get home- she always stayed up, just to make sure he made it home safe

“I understand- let’s talk about it in the morning, okay? Alright... goodnight”

Sarah yawned, sitting up on the couch, noticing her dad was on the phone.

“Hey,”

“Scoot,” Tony grunts, moving his hand for her to move over so he could finally rest his feet after being on them all day.

“Fun day at work, huh?,” Sarah curls up on the couch, making conversation, this was the only time she could really talk to him as he had early mornings and late nights.

Tony sighs, running a hand over his face, “What are you still doing up? It’s late,”

Sarah gasps, “Oh crud, what time is it?!,” she turns quickly to look up at the close on the wall

Tony hated for Sarah to wait up for him, she was young, she needed all the sleep she could get.

“It’s way past your bed time,”

“But it’s still today,” she shakes her head in a teasing manner. She crawls off the couch and reaches under it to grab something but Tony thinks she just wants to joke and play around.

“Honey, please not right now. I do not have the energy for this,” Tony was exhausted. This job was killing him, but it paid well and kept him and his daughter fed with a good home. Sarah hands him a box and he looks at her as if she grew two heads.

“What’s this?,”

“Your birthday,” is all she says. Tony opens the box and is surprised by what’s inside. A watch, a brand new on at that.

“You were complaining that your other one was broken, so I figured.... ya know,” Sarah was nervous, she was always nervous about getting people presents, afraid they wouldn’t like them.

Tony immediately takes it out the box and puts it on.

“Ya like it?,” she wore a big smile on her face, absolutely hopeful.

Tony stares at the watch and frowns, “H-honey this is...,” he holds it up to his ear

“What?,” her smile dropped and she leaned in to see what was wrong

“It’s nice but I- I think it’s stuck... it’s not..,”

“What?,” her eyes go wide and she snatched his wrist to look at the watch, “No no no no,”

She stops and realizes the watch is working just fine, she pushes his arm away and rolls her eyes, sitting back in her spot, “Oh, ha haa,”

Tony laughs to himself and shakes his head, “Where did you get the money for this?,

She lies back down and shrugs, “Drugs... I sell hardcore drugs,”

“Oh good, you can start helping me with the mortgage then,” he leans forward for the remote and turns the tv on for them both to watch.

“Mtch,” she scoffs, “You wish,”

They both watch the tv for awhile until Sarah’s eyes get heavy and she’s back in a deep slumber. Tony makes sure she’s asleep all the way before picking her up and moving her to her room where she can comfortably sleep in her own bed.

“Goodnight, baby girl,” Tony plants a kiss on her head and lets her rest.

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Sarah woke back up to the phone ringing, it’d been ringing for a while but it just now seeped its way into Sarah’s subconscious later waking her up. Trudging to the house phone she answers it to hear her frantic uncle.

“Hello?,”

“Sarah, honey. I need you to get your daddy on the phone,” he kept it short and simple.

“Uncle Steve? What time is it?,” she runs the sleep from her eyes wondering why her uncle is calling at a time like this

“I need to talk to your dad now. There’s someth-,”

Before Steve could finish, the line went dead and it left Sarah confused.

“Uncle Steve? Hello!,” she looks at the phone weird before just hanging up and putting it back on the dock.

“What was that all about?,” she mutters to herself, “Dad? Dad? You here?,” she roams the housebij search for Tony. She goes to his room expecting to find him there only to find it empty, but with the tv on, on the news.

“It appears that what we initially reported as riots seem to be somehow connected to the nationwide pandemic.,” the reporter states but Sarah has no idea what she’s talking about.

“Where the heck are you?,” talking to herself yet again, she stops to watch the report.

“We've received reports that victims afflicted with the infection show signs of increased aggression and--“

“That’s nearby,” she realizes.

A cop’s voice breaks into the feed, “We need to get everybody out of here now, there’s a gas leak,” —- “Hey, move!,”

“There’s some commotion coming from behi-,” the reporter continues speaking, not realizing the cop is talking to her.

“Get out of here!- lady, get the hell outta here right-,” An explosion. That’s what Sarah heard- not only on the tv but right out the window- she could see it right from the window.

“Uh- what was that?,” realizing she’s alone, Sarah begins to worry.

“Dad??,” she shouts, leaving his room to look throughout the house, “Dad?? What is going on?,” She wasn’t sure what to do. She heard a faint vibrating when she heads downstairs, realizing it’s Tony’s phone.

“There’s his phone,” she picks it up, “8 missed calls?,” She opens his phone to see frantic messages from her uncle.

“Where the hell are you? Call me!," — "On my way"... she reads to herself.

All she can hear is her neighbor’s dog barking and car alarms. She heads to her dad’s den and sees him rush in from the sliding glass door.

“There you are!,” she sighs in relief.

“Sarah, you okay?,”

“Yeah?”

“Has anyone come in here?,” her dad’s behaviornis throwing her off.

Tony begins to go through his drawers to look for his gun. Finding the box and taking it out to load it. Ready for anything to come.

“No? Why would anyone come in here?,”

“Don’t go near the doors! J-just stay back there,”

“Dad, you’re kind of freaking me out,” Sarah’s voice begins to tremble- what the hell is going on? Why is everyone so frantic?

“It’s the Coopers. S-Something isn’t right with them. I think they’re sick,”

But why would them being sick warrant a gun?

“What kind of sick?,”

Before Tony can answer his daughter, Jimmy Cooper bangs on the door, startling the two.

“Jesus!,”

“Dad?,”

“Jimmy!,”

Sarah hears the clicks of her dad’s gun. Something isn’t right.

“Honey, c’mere, c’mere,” Tony puts Sarah behind him.

“It’s okay,” she whispers to herself.

Jimmy keeps banging on the glass door until the glass gives and he runs inside. Her dad was right, he was sick. But what kind of sickness could cause him to act like this?

“J-Jimmy just stay back! Jimmy I’m warning you!!,”

“Oh my God,” Sarah backs further away.

Jimmy begins to run toward Tony and Tony shoots him, he had not other choice.

“Oh God!,” Sarah screams.

“Go. Go!!,”

Tony has to drag Sarah away from the scene.

“Y-you shot him,” tears welled in her eyes. She couldn’t comprehend anything right now. She has no idea what the hell was going on. She was scared, beyond scared.

“Sarah,”

“I just saw him this morning!,”

“Listen to me. Something bad is going on,” he hold her shoulders so she can pay attention to him, “We have got to get out of here. Do you understand me?,”

Sarah didn’t argue, she didn’t fight it. Whatever was happening she wanted to get away from it... now.

“Yeah,”

Tony notices headlights as a car pulls into his driveway.

“Steve,” whispering to himself, “C’mon honey,”

They rush outside and Steve gets out, “Where the hell have you been? You have any idea what’s going on out there?,”

He rushes to get Sarah in the car, “I got some notion. C’mon baby, get in the car,”

Sarah was trembling. Safety. That’s all she wanted.

“Holy shit, you got blood all over you,” Steve points out.

“It’s not mine,” Tony grunts, “Lets just get outta here,”

Steve gets back in the truck, “They're saying half the people in the city have lost their minds.”

Tony didn’t want to hear it. He just wanted to get out of there, “Can we just please go?,”

Steve wouldn’t shut up, he wouldn’t just shut up, hearing what he was saying worked Sarah up even more, “Some sort of parasite or somethin'. You gonna tell me what happened?,”

“Later.”

Steve begins to pull out of the driveway, “Hey Sarah. How ya holding up, honey?,”

“I’m fine,” she swallows thickly. She wasn’t fine, she was far from fine. “Can we hear what’s on the radio?,”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Steve begins to drive away from the house but little did anyone know that they’d never see it again. Life how it was an hour ago would never be like that ever again.

Steve tried to find a steady station but it’s all just static. Tony has no signal. They were fucked.

“No cellphone. No radio. Yeah, we're doin' great” Tony scoffs.

“A minute ago the news man wouldn’t shut up,”

“Did they say where to go?,”

Steve thinks, recalling the specific details and instructions, “He said, ah... Army's puttin' up roadblocks on the highway. No gettin' into Travis County,”

“That’s means we need to get the hell out. Take 71,”

“S’where I’m headed,”

Sarah had so many questions she wasn’t sure where to start. She sees and hears a bunch of cop cars with their sirens on, speeding in the opposite direction of where they were going.

“Did they say how many are dead?,” she was curious but she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know.

“Probably a lot,” Steve answers, “Found this one family all mangled inside their house,”

“Steve,” Tony scolds. Sarah didn’t need to hear all that right now.

“Fuck,” Tony couldn’t believe everything went to shit so fast, “How the hell did this happen?,”

Steve sighs and shrugs, foot heavy on the gas, “They got no clue. But we ain't the only town. At first they were saying it was just the South. Now they're going on about the East Coast, the West Coast... Holy hell,”

They were passing many homes and buildings that were on fire. Sarah worries if they’d make it out safely.

“Are we sick too? Like... Jimmy!,”

“No. No of course not,” Tony wasn’t sure if he was doing a good job convincing her but he couldn’t have her freaking out right now even if he was unsure.

“How do you know?,”

“They uh,” Steve needed a recovery, “They said it's just ah, people in the city. We're good,”

“Didn't Jimmy work in the city?,”

Tony couldn’t admit all her questions were making him anxious. He just wanted silence but he did what he had to do to calm her.

“That's right, he did,”

“We're fine. Trust me,” Steve reassures

“A- Alright,”

Steve notices some people on the side of the road and slows down

“Let’s see what they need,”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?,” Tony’s eyes were wide, “keep driving!,”

Tony had survival instinct. As bad as it seems you can stop for just anyone in these predicaments.

“They got a kid, Tony,”

“So do we!,”

“But we have room,” Sarah butts in

“Hey!!,” the passerby is waving their arms back and forth to get Steve to stop.

“Keep driving, Steve,”

“Heeey! Stop stop, please!!,”

Steve reluctantly kept driving and Tony is relieved that he didn’t make the stupid decision to stop.

“You haven’t seen what I seen. Someone else will come along,”

“We should have helped them,” Sarah felt bad. She wasn’t sure what she’d do if that was them in the spot of those people back there.

Steve makes it into the city, only to find a traffic jam on 71. Everyone else and their mother had the same damn idea.

“Oh this is bad,” Steve slams his hands o the steering wheel.

“Well.. we could backtrack and-,”

“Hey, what the fuck man, let’s go!!,” a man gets out of his car, yelling at those ahead of him. More of the sick people come running out of nowhere and attack him. His screams echo in Sarah’s ears but she couldn’t look away.

What is wrong with these people? What sickness, what parasite could cause this?!?! They’re tearing him apart!!

“Holy shit,” Steve swears

“oh my God,” that’s all Sarah can say. She’s seen too many things in such a short time span.

“Get away!!,”

“Turn us around, Steve. Steve!!,” Tony has to snap Steve out of it.

“Holy shit,” Steve repeats himself. The sick begin to run to the truck and Steve quickly puts it in reverse to get away. Sarah screams as the car stalls while Steve puts it back and drive and the sick bangs on the window.

“What the fuck just happened?!,” Steve shouts, “did you see that?,”

“Yes. I saw it,” Tony couldn’t find it in himself to shout about what just played out in front of his eyes. His goal was to get as far away as possible.

“Turn here, turn here,” Tony instructs. They turn onto a side street to find it flooded with people trying to run away. Everything up in flames.

“Come on people, move!,” Steve lays it down on his horn.

“What are they running from?” Sarah questions. But her question is ignored.

“Get us outta here, Steve,”

“Can’t you see I’m trying!,”

Sarah couldn’t handle their bickering. All of this was too much for her but she couldn’t bring herself to cry, not now, no.

“We can’t stop here, Steve,”

“Well I can’t fuckin’ drive through em all, Tony!,”

“Well back the hell up then,”

“They’re behind me too!!,” So many people running everywhere. So many screams. Too much noise of glass breaking and things exploding. Sarah wasn’t sure what to focus on.

“There,” Tony points, “There! There!,”

“Hold on!,” Steve warns

“Go!,”

Steve gets around the motor home that was blocking the passage.

Sarah gasps loudly as she sees an oncoming car ready to t-bone them,

“Look out!!,”

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Sarah wakes up to the cries and grunts of the sick. Tony still knocked out in the front seat as she’s surround by broken glass

“Dad?” Sarah calls, “Hey, hey,” shaking him awake.

“What?,” he sees one of the sick, thrashing as its trapped in a car, “get back, baby. Get back, look, I’m okay,”

Tony gets himself out by stomping the windshield out. Before he can straighten himself up to get Sarah out, one of the sick attacks him and he’s doing his best to fight it off but Steve comes and bashes it’s head in

“Dad!,” Sarah calls out

“I’m here, baby,” Tony opens the door to get her out, “I’m here. C’mone gimme your hand,”

He helps her out and notices she’s limping

“What is it?,”

“My leg hurts,” she whines, trying to keep herself together but the pain in her leg was a pain she’s never felt before.

“How bad?,”

“Pretty bad,”

“Guys,” Steve gets their attention as he scopes out the area, “We’re gonna need to run,”

“Oh God,” Tony sighs, he hands his gun to Steve and picks Sarah up. It’s the only option, “Keep us, safe,”

“Hold on tight, Sarah,”

“Okay,” she buries herself into his chest, “I’m scared, dad,”

Tony couldn’t let her know he was too. He had to be strong for his babygirl. He had to get her out of there.

“Tony watch out!,”

“Sarah, keep your eyes closed, honey!,”

Whether she kept her eyes closed or not, it didn’t help the sound of the screams. Blood-curdling, terrified screams, she was experiencing a horror movie first hand. She hears more screams as yet another blast goes off

“Keep running!!,” Steve shouts over all the commotion.

“Those people are on fire, dad,” her eyes have never seen such terror before today.

“Don’t look baby, just keep looking at me,”

“Okay,”

“Over there!,”

Tony follows Steve towards an exit but see that there’s a pileup that’s preventing them from getting through.

“We’re gonna get out of this, honey. I promise,” he whispers to Sarah.

“There’s to many of them,” Steve huffs, clearly out of breath, “this way! Through the alley, go!,”

Just when they were about to turn a corner, one of the sick jumps out and tries to attack Tony, he nearly drops Sarah trying to keep it away but Steve comes and kills it with a single gunshot. The sound makes Sarah jump.

They continue to run, Sarah had no idea where but as long as it gets them away, “We’re almost there. We’re almost to safety, honey,” They get to a bar and in through the back door but more of the sick are coming and Steve has to hold em off.

“Go! Get to the highway!,” Steve shouts over the growls of the sick

“What?,”

“You got Sarah! I can outrun em,”

“Uncle Steve!!,”

“I’ll meet you there,”

Tony would bring Steve back to life just to kill him again if he didn’t make it. Tony continues to run, despite Sarah’s protests of not wanting to leave him.

“He’s gonna be alright. He’s gonna make it. We’re almost there,”

Sarah can hear the sick people getting closer, and there’s more, “they’re getting closer, dad!,”

Gunshots ring through the air and she hears no more noise of the sick. A bright light shines in their faces and they see it’s a soldier. This calms both of their nerves as they feel safe. He would lead them to safety. Right?

“Hey! We need help,” Tony steps closer only for the soldier to keep his gun raised

“Stop!,” the soldier is visibly shaking.

“Please!,” Tony begs, “It’s my daughter. I think her leg is broken,”

“Stop right there!,” the soldier was adamant.

Sarah was confused. Aren’t the soldiers there to help?

The soldier picks up his radio and Tony watches closely.

“Got a couple of civilians in the outer perimeter. Please advise.”

“Dad, what about uncle Steve?,”

“We’re gonna get you safe first and go back for him okay?,”

“Sir... there’s a little girl,”

The soldier’s tone didn’t sit well with Tony. Whoever was on the other side of that radio had no plans to save them.

“But... yes, sir”

“Listen, buddy. We’ve just been through hell. Okay we just nee-,”

The soldier cocks his gun, ready to shoot them. Tony tries to slowly back away, “Oh shit,”

He fires rounds, making Tony fall back down the hill they just came from and Sarah screams. The soldier runs after them and shines his light in Tony’s face. Barrel of the gun at point blank range.

“Please don’t!” Tony’s hands are reached out in front of his face. But before the soldier could pull the trigger, more shots sound off and he falls dead.

Steve comes out the woodwork and and runs up to them but before he can get anything out, the cries of Sarah are heard and that stops everyone in their tracks.

“Oh no,” Steve mumbles.

Tony rushing over to here and sees her holding her stomach.

“Sarah! Okay honey, move your hands, baby”

Sarah squeals in pain. It’s a seering sensation and it’s hard for her to breathe. She grabbed hold of his neck with one hand and held herself with the other.

Tony sees that she was hit. Tony feels sick to his stomach. His voice is quivering, he doesn’t know what to do. All this time he was being strong for her but now he’s scared. Actually scared.

“I know baby, I know,” he can feel his throat tightening as he tries to hold back tears.

All he can think to do is add pressure to her wound but she just screams in pain. Her sobbing is uncontrollable and she can feel her grip on what she knew as life to be loosening.

“Listen to me, I know this hurts, baby. You're gonna be okay, baby. Stay with me!,” he was losing faith. Her hiccuping and clawing at his hands made chills run down his spine, “Alright, I'm gonna pick you up. I know, baby. I know it hurts. Come on, baby, please. I know, baby. I know”

He was pleading with her and Steve could only stand there and watch. He knew his niece wasn’t going to make it but he couldn’t just say that. Steve himself had to turn away as tears welled in his eyes.

Tony looks to Steve for help when Sarah’s cries finally cease. No hiccuping, no squeals, no thrashing, nothing.

He looks back to her to see her just staring up at him, “Sarah!,” he calls for her, “Baby,” he wheezes for air as he realizes what’s happened. But he doesn’t want to believe it, “don’t do this to me baby,”

He was rocking her back and forth, he couldn’t let her go. There’s no way he’s just let her go. His voice was trembling and finally he lets himself cry. Tony was willing to give any and everything just to have her back, just to have her breathing in his arms again.

“Come on... No, no... Oh no, no, no... Please. Oh, God. Please, please, don't do this. Please, God...”

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jetblackpayne · 5 years

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𝒾. 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑀𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒

summary: In which Arden Keaton (OC) and her family move into the infamous “MurderHouse.” Along her stay, she meets the victims and 2 teenager in particular. Together, they help her uncover truths and mysteries of her abilities. [shitty description don’t @ me]

wc: 4k+

pairings: (OC x murderhouse)(OC x Michael Langdon!soon)

warning: brief mention of descriptive cutting and marks, swearing/language, blood.

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I never knew if what I've experienced was real. Recurring thoughts of them being nothing more than illusions. Everything Ive known my whole life seemed normal to me. After all, I've been doing it forever; so it seemed almost frightening that it was abnormal to people like my sister and my father. I didn't figure it out on my own. I was told but something that was once living; Beyond the walls of the house with a gruesome history. Sometimes I feel like I belong in a different world with people like me. My mother said she felt the same; seems as though she's about the only one. Unknowing of what I could possess, I was frightened. Frightened of what power would do to a person who couldn't harness it. After all, fear of a name or ability only increases fear is the thing itself. Why should I start to fear things now when I should have been of myself the whole time?

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A light breeze swept through the creaking floorboards of Murder House. The history of the house was horrid, beyond imaginable; or so the retail lady, whom the youngest daughter, Arden could never remember the name of, told her family. The Keaton family certainly didn't know why they were getting themselves into. If they were getting themselves into. Arden slowly trailed behind her family as she made her way up the path to the front doors of their new house. Chills ran down her body as she view the exterior of the house; Arden didn't know how to feel. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. When she stepped in, she felt as if she were being swallowed whole. Her vision then began to flicker like lights. She shifted her eyes as she saw dozens of people doing their own thing. Some were watching television. Most were just talking to one another as they walked around the house as if it were theirs. Once. The mysterious people, all at once diverted their sight from their previous activities to look in the direction of their seer. Slowly, they walked toward her in a steady manner. Vacant expressions on their faces which somehow felt hollow. She hesitantly walked back as she hit the wall behind her. Hands reaching out to grab her as if they were contemplating her existence. Her breathing pace quickened; unable to yell for help. Just as they were about to touch her, the light flickered again. She gasped as her gaze reverted from the dull wallpaper that looked like it was put up in the 1800's; to the chandelier that look like it was a few screws loose of colliding with the floor; then back to her family and the retail lady who walked in like the sight was ordinary. She looked at them in disbelief, "Did you see that?" She gasped at them walking in as if they hadn't envisioned the horrific sight. The retail lady shifted uncomfortably. Her eyes diverted to the cherry-wood floor beneath them and began to click her short heels lightly.

"See what?" James Keaton, her father spoke as his hand rested on her shoulder blade. The sudden impact sent her flying a few feet away from her father. She looked around the room one more time to see if the people would come out again. Nothing. She couldn't tell what saw. The illusion lead her mind into a spiral, "The people?" she stated pointing to mid-air. Although she couldn't convince her self if it was more of a question or not.

"People?" Her older sister Mary Keaton started to question her younger sisters silly accusations. "What people?"

"The people—." Arden began to loose her mind. She could have sworn there were others present in the house the moment she walked in. "I could have sworn there were people walking around. They were doing things."

"What kind of things?"

"Like I'd know!" She exclaimed as she walked back to the front doors of the house. She reached the already open doorframe and turned around to face her family and the retail lady once again, "Normal house things. Now please. Can we look at another house?”

"We don't have a choice Ar." Nancy Keaton, her mother, spoke up, "We already put a down payment on this house. It was half the price we would have payed in the valley." Arden glanced up at her with disbelief. Her mother was a different story when it came to family. She felt a connection with her. Her aura, Arden felt, resembled hers the way her sister and fathers could never. Despite the mutual similarities, it was always clear when they weren't on the same page. Like now; Of course her parents purchases a house without her consent. It wouldn't come as a shock to her as if it were true. Her family, to her, usually left ger out of discussions. Claiming she was was too young; as if 17 were too young. She was practically an adult to the world. Sometimes she contemplated that it was more than just age. Maybe it was just her. Her mom looked at her for a brief second before continuing to conversate with the retail lady.

Her older sister glaced in her direction. She could have sworn a smirk rose on her lips. "I should know. After all, I came with them."

Arden's body shuttered in annoyance. Her head turned slowly, trying to regain her thought process to face her older sister. "So while I was at Camp Redwood, you looked at and placed a down payment without my say?" Mr. and Mrs. Keaton avoided eye contact with their youngest daughter. She couldn't tell if it was out of guilt or simply not caring. Arden turned to face the retail lady and gave a snarky smile in her direction. She could feel the lady's uncomfortable stance in the midst of their debacle. Her face stayed static as she looked over to her family, "The less I know the better right? I mean them I won’t feel too bad in the long run.” Her family shared a glance with each other.

The retail lady walked over to the parents with her cream coloured clip board in her hand. A pen in between her frail fingers and she motioned for Mr. Keaton to retrieve it. He took both from her; skimming the paper of the house details when his eyes fixated on one section; the history of the house section. "Now would be as good as ever to tell you behind the walls of this house."

"You mentioned some people got murdered." James Keaton spoke up taking the pen and clipboard from her, beginning to sign the legal documents of the house. Arden's stomach dropped as if she were riding a rollercoaster. She felt eyes burning on her on the back of her head. Glancing around, she found nothing but dark corners of the unlit portion of the house. Her feelings were rarely incorrect. It was both rather scary and brilliant.

"37." The lady spoke up making the fours heads spin fast. Thier hearts dropped at the big number of deaths in the house they stood in. Arden didn’t wanna know where either. She was afraid as it was and didn’t want it radiating off her. 37? What kind of butchery is this?

"And let me ask you something," James tapped the paper with the end of the pen. His lips pursed in gas his eyebrows cocked, "H-How many people, per say, owned this house?"

"37." Arden shook her head in disbelief as the absurd words left the ladies mouth.

"Don't you think after every single person whose owned this house got murdered, they wouldn't put it out on the market?" Arden spoke stating the elephant in the room. "And how do we know there's no dead people roaming around this place. Pretty sure what I saw wasn't a coincidence. I feel like Raven Baxter." Her mother have her a look without Arden's knowledge. A stinging sensation at the back of her head caused the girl to hissed. Her eyes divertaed at her mother. Her eyes gleamed a darker green then her original. Her teeth bitin the inside of her lip. Arden looked at her with a frightened look. Her mother didn’t act this way. It was like something was controlling her body; or was it? She didn’t know what to think after what she saw and felt. Her eyes swapped shades like a mood ring.

”Yeah dead people kinda freak me out." Mary said to Janet as she scratched the back of her neck. She bit her lip as she looked away from the retail lady.

Arden scoffed, "Please," She walked slowly up to her sibling with her arms crossed over her chest. She huffed out a breath she was unaware of holding and rolled her eyes at her sibling. She looked at her dead in the eye as her venomous worlds rolled off her tongue, "You practically live with one," and she was off. Her steps took her up the stairs where she's would 'claim' her new room. Her footsteps creaked up the old-floorboards; one louder than the next on purpose. She couldn’t deny the houses beauty despite looking straight out of a Stephen King novel. The wide-set hallways were nothing more than an illusion to Arden. It felt to her as though it were getting longer in distance to the several doors on the walls. Each door looked like it were the same but a different story lied behind the hinges. Arden looked at several doors in the hallway seeing different scenarios occurring before her eyes. A woman in agony crying over a baby. Two nurses covered in blood. Her mind was spiralling as she felt her eyes roll back into her head stumbling onto a door she had yet to look into. She looked around the room and took long drags of oxygen into her lungs. The room smelled of fresh paint and cigarette smoke. The walls coated in light grey paint that looked like it wasn’t even. The paint dried rolling off the side of the windows and bottom corners. Her eyes landed on the ceiling; only to stumble to the ground backing away slowly clutching her arms tightly. Her heart skipped a few beats; that or it dropped to the bottom of her stomach. Above her in her we're the words written in red, 'Welcome to MurderHouse.’

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Her mother and father eventually came up after not hearing from thier youngest daughter and despite the many apologies to her, she knew it would happen again. They saw her state and cleaned up the red lettering. Unable to tell what it was, Arden wanted to believe it was red marker; no matter what her mind was bebunking. The movers eventually came when Mr. Keaton convielntly, yet idiotically signed the papers. Mr . Keaton was a man of many things; he was titled, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. The title obviously getting to his head, he thought he knew everything. Arden knew he wouldn’t have been able to live a day knowing what she knew. If he had saw what she did, he wouldn’t have stupidly signed the papers claiming their rights to the house. Mrs. Keaton definitely had her fair share of suspicion. She knew her youngest daughter wasn’t crazy for envisioning the people she claimed to have seen. Her eyes saw the same. Dead people roaming around the house; some radiating a more dangerous than the other. She knew her husband was trying to do what was best for his family, and the house so happened to be in the heart of Los Angeles and conviently cheap for its condition. Dispite is foolis actions, his wife knew he meant well. After all, she knew he couldn’t be able to live a second as her. Arden to her knowledge, was very similar to her. Mirroring almost. She would grow up to be powerful.

Mrs. Keaton walked into the room they claimed as the family room. She came across a black leather couch set up sandwiched around a rectangular coffee table. Just as the movers were about to take the set away, she stopped them hastily, “No, we’ll keep that. Everything in this room. The rest else can go.” The men obliged and quickly left so the family could settle. Meanwhile, Arden began to decorate her new room. Her white walls paired with dark purple curtains. The bed coated with lilac sheets. The cherry wood flood boards covered continuously by a light grey rug. Delicate fairy lights strung all along the top corners of her walls, cascading to the frame above her bed.

"Nice fairly lights." A voice spoke behind the girl. Chills ran down her spine to the voice that seemed unrecognisable. She turned around to find a dirty blonde-haired girl a little taller than her looking around with a cigarette loosely hanged from her lips. Arden looked at her with disbelief and fascination. How did she get in? "But I prefer it a little dimmer. Im not a big fan of rethinking if the suns in my room or not.” The girl walked up to her and inhaled the smoke from her cancer stick. Her eyes peering dead in Arden's soft ones. Something, to her, didn't feel right. The beats from her heart began to quicken its pace as her mouth felt like a desert. The girl exhaled the smoke directly in her face. The fumes travelled up Arden's nose and in her eye sockets. Her eyes clouded as her vision got narrow. She saw a girl walking down a trail. Teenagers parting ways with friends. The girl was the same girl in her room. She looked the same. She inhaled smoke from her cigarette as she passed by a group of three other girls. The leader of the group kept yelling and taunting her for smoking on school grounds. The leader, who finally had enough of the other girls half-ass responses, tried to shove the cigarette down her throat. The struggling girl who she just met, spat in her face running away with a victorious smirk. "YOU ARE DEAD! YOU ARE DEAD!" She screamed after her. Arden took a deep breath to only find her nose dripping. Her hand went to touch it to pull with blood under her fingernails. The crimson streak fell between her teeth as the taste of metal lingered in her mouth. A shaky breath huffed out of her lungs and into the cold air. Arden's heart was rapidly pumping in and out of her chest as if she ran a marathon.

"Holy shit! What was that?” The blonde girl who was in her flash/vision asked Arden. The girl reached a hand to Arden. Her arm accidentally moving across her collarbone to hold her shoulder in comfort. The sleeve of her darl blue shirt rode up to reveal marks on her delicate skin. Some cuts deeper and fresher looking than others. The red lines making her skin look like it were drained from every drop of blood in her body. She began to feel nauseous. Her head bobbing down, bouncing back up every so often telling herself not to give in. Her eyes rolled around the room landing on the opened door. From her spot, a clear view of the bathroom came into sight. She began to see tunnel vision. She saw the girl next to the sink with a razor in her hand. Gradually pushing the sharp object into her wrists, pressing lightly and harder over different spots on her arm. Reopening new cuts as blood tan down her arm dripping onto the marble floor. Tears streaming down her face as she looked at herself in the mirror. Arden stumbled back placing her hand on the back of a rolling chair near her desk; she fell back on the floor; the carpeted spot brawling her fall. What was the sight I saw? Gasping for air, her hand came up to her heart as a whimper arose from her throat. Tears clouded her eyes. Her hands went up to wipe the tears in her eyes, when she felt them thicker than usual. Her finger tips pulled away to see blood. "You're fucking bleeding out of your eye sockets!"

“You say it like I don’t know.” Arden scoffed at the girl stating the obvious. Propping her feet on the ground as she slowly stood up, Arden brushed off the dirt from her skirt faced the stranger in her 'room.' "Not to come off as paranoid, but what are you doing in my room?"

“Oh do you do speak?” The girl challenged, "I'm Violet." She stepped forward and shook her hand ignoring her question at hand. Arden took a step back as the hairs on the back of her neck and arms stood up like needles. The girl was cold. Like dead winter. "I used to live here but," she paused and she looked at the inside of her forearm that brushed against Arden, “Something happened."

"What?" Arden questioned. She wanted to know the meaning behind the flash.

"None of your business." Violet scoffed snapping at the girls ridiculous question.

"Okay well it's not my fault that you decided to wander into my house, then decide to tell me your life story then give me no answers to why you're in my room."

Violet was taken aback as her eyes flickered between her clothed arms, cigarette then to the girl in front of her. Taking etched out strides towards Arden, Arden slowly backed away, "I never told you anything new girl."

“Sup I'm Tate," A voice said off in the far corner of her room. Arden's heart thumped out of her chest without her body physically moving. She had gotten pretty good at it. The boy, 'Tate,' movedcloser to her as she stood still, unsure of why this is happening to her. Not one, but two people entered her house of 15 minutes. Tate finally stood in front of her, eye averting to hers. His head bent down as his lips gently graze Arden's ear. Her breaths hitched slightly as his large hands came in contact with her wrist. He used the advantage to lean forward, "Wanna hookup?" Arden's eyes saw shapes in what looked to be a kaleidoscope effect. Her mind hurt. Not again.. Her thoughts swirled as she saw a blonde boy sitting on the bed. His wavy blonde hair framed his face and chiselled jaw line. This boy had to have been a creation from the Gods themselves. His piercing blue eyes looking i'm the direction of Arden's vision as if he knew of her presence. Smirking as he looked to her distinct direction. He looked about her age, if not older. He turned his head from her direction to the floor playing with his hands, to what looked like agony. Who hurt him? To his right, a man who looked to be in his late thirties and the shaggy blonde boy who asked her to hook up. The boy muttered something about Tate being his father. They looked the same age. This boy might be pretty, but must be on something.. Tate lost it and sprang forward; only to be caught by the man. The boy, startled, leaned back on the bed a little. "You didn't spring from my nutsack; GOT IT!" Tate spat at the boy harshly making Arden wince. Tears threatening to spill from the boys ducts. His lip quivering slightly. "Not even I could create something as monstrous. As evil as YOU." Tates pupils darkened at the sight of the boy in front of him. Arden's mind came back to reality and yanked her wrist from his tight grip. The warm feeling of blood trickling down both sides of her face. The base of her ear socket felt cold as the stillness in the room coated her sorrows. Tate gave her a look of disbelief, "Why the fuck are your ears bleeding?"

"That's not all," Violet stepped forward, briefly sharing contact with Tate. She took another drag of her cigarette as the boy looked over his shoulder. He saw what once was his, diminish behind the smoke. It was all his fault. His lifeless heart ached for hers, and although being as stubborn and misleading as ever, Violets did too. She turned her head to look away from his captivating stare, "Her nose and eyes were too. Fucking mental.”

"Fucking wicked" Tate gasped as he looked at Arden struggling to wipe the blood from the four holes it came dripping down.

“You two aren’t like anyone Ive met. It’s like don’t belong here but you do in a way..” Arden trailed off as she pressed a tissue to wipe and absorb the blood the best she could.

“So you noticed?” Tate asked the girl with a small smirk. Violet gave him a look powerful enough to kill. She shook her head back and forth taking a hit of her cigarette for the hundredth time it seemed. Arden closed her eyes from the smoke. She didn’t want to have another flash. She’s experienced them before but not as triggering as the ones in this house. The house harnessed negative energy. She could feel the pain embodied in her as if it were attached to her soul. It seemed quiet in the room. Still air and white noise from the curling fan were heard. Not even breathing from the two teenagers in her room. Her eyes opened to find lingering smoke and the two gone.

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"What If "Venom" Became "Carnage"?

In this story, we're going to be asking the question What if Venom became Carnage

Cassidy was doing what he always did at night, scribbling on the walls and thinking to himself about all the ways he was going to kill someone he heard a loud crash just outside his prison window.

" think it's Radioactive?"

" Don't know whatever you do, don't touch it, still hot."

"Cassidy, we could help you Cassidy together we can help everyone relieve them of this card snowflake become one with us. We will bring Carnage throughout this land~

Cassidy cackled as he heard this.

And just like that, Bone's broke body reshuffled Cassidy screams feeling Halls of craving Croft as his body was more or less torn apart and restructured to the strange Invaders liking.

Soon, guards burst into Cassidys cell to see what was going on.

" Cassidy, what's going on in here?!"

"Hahahahaha, Cassidy is gone, long gone~, but you can call us, Carnage!"

Chat had heard Peter scream out and ran up the stairs to see what was wrong. Then she opened the door and was completely shocked to see her boyfriend standing on the ceiling

The Symbiote took control briefly as Peter without even realizing what he was doing tackle chat out of the way as the monster burst through his bedroom wall.

"W...where is what?! What are you talking about? There's nothing here I didn't do anything" Peter stammered out. Chat too in shock to say a word.

" are you talking boy so you do have a voice good" the creature grabbed Peter by the neck and squeezed, threatening to snap his neck like a twig.

" now I'm going to ask you only once where is it, where's my prey?!"

"LET HIM GO!!!!!!"

Those Peter in chat were utterly terrified just huddle together in the remains of Peter's bedroom as they waited prayed for morning to come.

She didn't know. She was scared, scared for herself, for Peter, she wished she could make all just go away.

Flash was shocked that Peter suddenly had this strength but all he could say was he was sorry for everything.

"Give him some space girl, let him cool off".

So one night as Peter was sitting alone in his room, a voice began speaking to him.

"D..daddy?" Peter was immediately taken aback.

"What, whose there?"

"Don't be mad daddy, we didn't mean to hurt you, were sorry".

"Don't hurt us please daddy please!"

Peter flinched, daddy? Why did it keep calling him that?

"Chat. Can you come in here!" Chat hearing Peter call her came In.

"Pete, you ok?"

"I.. don't. Know. Close the door please".

She slowly walked over to Peter and knelt downqs the creature looked at her.

"It's OK, we won't hurt you" She said slowly holding out her hand as the Symbiote brushed against her. Peter seeing all of this was still abit shaken.

"What....what are you?"

The Symbiote looked up at Peter.

"We..i... don't know. We run from monster monster heart people tear them to tiny pieces we run from monster find help we come here looking for help we find you you help?"

Chat began to put the pieces together.

"Wait, you ran from the monster, Peter the paper article, that thing that attacked ravencroft, it's the same thing".

"You brought it here, your the reason my aunt and uncle are dead?!" Peter tried lashing out at the young creature but, chat stopped him.

Peter, looking tired but, determined asked the Symbiote one question.

"You said you wanted my help, but, how, how can I help you against that thing?".

"Well Pete, hate to say it but, I think you've got yourself a goo baby~"

" so you like me well then let's see if we can get your passenger to come out and play~ but first I'm going to have to relieve you of your bodyguard hahahahaha"

"Come get your little bird~"

As if on cue, the doors if the church burst open and chat was shocked at what she saw, a creature similar to the monster, but, slimmer and with a red and black color, yet she knew who it was.

"Peter?.."

" Let Her Go you bastard!" Venom growled, it's claws sharpening on the floor.

Cassidy just cackled.

" finally this is what I was looking for and you look glorious!"

"Shut up, you've taken everything from us! Our home, our family, even our new family, no more. No more killing, no more suffering, we may have been your spawn, but, now you die by Venoms Hand!"

"Pete...is that, really you?" Peter's face appeared from within the mouth of the creature.

"Chat...your..parents, he..." Chat just shook her head, she already knew. "Not now, we have to stop him, let me help, can you find a way hold him down, o think I have an idea"

"Your finished "son"~" Carnage cackled.

But, no, it was him that was finished. "Not yet monster, Now Chat!"

Peter came down to the ground and could think of nothing else than to simply hold chat in his arms.

That's the officer turned to leave a woman with long red hair and a professional looking outfit walked up to the two she wore a warm smile and introduced herself.

And just like that one chapter ends and another begins.

To be Continued.

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