Symbiote (MHA x F!READER)

PROLOGUE | Subject 005

Tiring.

That was honestly an understatement.

She cursed awfully loud through ragged breath, running as fast as she could but it wasn't enough. Her feet were covered in black tendrils that worked as a pair of long, reinforced legs, leveraging her speed. Gunshots and screams buzzed all around her but she couldn't stop. Mercenaries, assassins— the lowest of them all gathered to corner a child, or what was supposed to be a child at least. In all honesty she was unsure if she ever felt as such, and by this age she doubted she counted as one.

'Focus!' Venom snarled, raising a shield to cover her nape. (Y/N) cursed, biting her tongue as a sharp, uncomfortable object smashed against her skull, well— venom. Even if the bullet technically didn't pierce her, she still felt all the pain. That's the thing of being paired up with a symbiote, they might help you and cure you while they're with you, but you'd still feel the pain.

"I'm trying!" She snapped back. "It's not my fucking fault I'm a human, do your job and get us out of here!"

'Can't. Too hungry.'

"Then shut the fuck up already! I'm doing the best I can...!" Her legs came to an immediate halt. Multiple red dots covered her body. Guns. Rushed footsteps came closer and every passing second felt awfully slow. Her eyes frantically scanned her surroundings but were met with the vast darkness of the forest. Her chest rose with a speed she never knew possible, trying to fill her lungs with much-needed oxygen, yet it felt lacking. Her vision blurred and all she could see were vague silhouettes here and there, encircling them.

"Can you see anything?" She murmured.

'There's a shit ton of armed fuckers. Doesn't seem like our kills affected them, they just keep coming.'

Fuck.

"They must have a vehicle with reinforcements or something like that— shit! Shit! What if he's here?" She stressed out, dread overcoming her, clouding her judgement. She can't go back, she can't fucking go back— not after all these years, not after all the progress.

'You're mine. Won't go back.'

"Subject 005" said one man in the crowd.

Her heart pounded out of her chest, goosebumps crawling up her spine. The familiar taste of blood on her lips overwhelmed her. She had to escape the hazy cloud of fear, she had to overcome it all. She had to fight.

'Get a fucking grip...!' She mentally cursed herself. She was weak.  The only reason she'd survived all along was thanks to Venom, and this is how she'd repay him? By giving up to her cursed mind?

"Boss wants you alive" he continued "Your compatibility is extraordinary, thus he asked us to deliver you... breathing."

Her legs trembled. She was already on the verge of exhaustion. Venom was hungry, so he couldn't keep a proper full form unless he ate something, and she was awfully, disastrously tired. Her eyes spotted some armed men and amongst them were few who looked rather strange. Their bodies were a mix of odd mutations, something she rarely saw in the open. Most of them were enclosed in the labs or at the eye of it all, where everyone was fighting. This doesn't look good.

Not one tiny bit.

"We recommend not to do any hasty movements" the same voice echoed throughout the woods. For every inch of movement on  her part, the red dots would increase. She could withstand being pierced by millions of bullets, if only venom wasn't so exhausted. One false move and they'd be cooked. Not to mention how she was gravely injured already, how much good would a wounded animal as her could do?