Figment || Peter Parker ✔

Chapter 7

Dylan

Her feet ran and ran as away as she could get from the car. Her eyes black, running hectically through the empty, dark streets, her mouth-watering.

Dylan's eyes popped open, making her react quickly to the faint sounds of someone talking. She winced in pain, holding her head.

Dylan.

Venom startled her. "Oh, hi, Venom, what- " she breathed out, sharp, clenching her teeth. "Where are we now?"

I don't know. They tranquilized me before I could see.

"They tranquilized you again? That can't be good for you,"

I'll die when you die. Until then, I will protect you, Dylan.

"Right," She got up, using the cages around them to pull herself up. Standing, she glanced around, seeing only stacks of cages in the container with them.

The air was quiet and still which made Dylan feel suspicious about where they were. "Venom,"

Yes?

"Do you think they took us to their evil lair?"

Perhaps.

"Well," she walked towards the back and pressed her ear up against the door. "I don't think anyone out there anymore, so-" She stepped back, taking a deep breath before charging at the door. Slamming the side of her body against it, she bounced back immediately after, grunting.

She sighed while getting back up. "Damn, that hurt,"

I would like to help.

"No, no. You mostly do all the work, it's my turn, so you sit back," she said, charging at the doors again, grunting louder that time. She fell on her back with her limbs all spread out. She sighed to herself, blowing a strand of hair out of her face before standing back up.

She cracked her neck and arms before charging one last time and finally busting through the doors, landing out on a hard surface. She tumbled and stopped with her head face down, she groaned, feeling her body start to have a little ache. She coughed as she pushed herself up yet her arms gave out, her elbows buckling, causing her to fall back down. "That really hurt,"

I helped us.

She sighed. "Of course, you did. Why would I think I could do that," she said, sounding salty as she winced.

Don't be mad, Master.

"I told you to quit calling me that-" As Dylan lifted her glance, she caught a glimpse of a pair of feet. Dylan's heartbeat quickened, already feeling a lump in her throat. "Venom, cover me," she whispered.

Yes, Dylan.

***

Peter

Three minutes before

The banging had woken Peter up. He winced in pain. "Oh, my head," he said, activating his suit's assistant to turn back on.

"You appear to have a mild concussion,"

He groaned, standing up and leaning back against some stacked cages. He panted heavily. "Hey, so where am I right now?" He looked inside the cages.

"I'm not sure. The container walls are hindering my sensors,"

Peter paused. "Wait a minute." Realizing something was wrong, assuming the worst. "They must have hijacked the truck and taken me to their evil lair," he faced the doors. "Okay, suit lady, we're gonna have to fight our way out of this one,"