Figment || Peter Parker ✔

Chapter 11, Part 2: The Reality

Dylan

The darkness had caved in. "Dad!"

It drowned her as the source consumed her whole body. She let out a high-pitched, piercing scream. Her limbs felt pinned down as her body reacted to the torment.

"Where'd you go?!" Her voice was cracking under the strain. Clenching her teeth, she grunted, trying to fight back whatever presence was in front of her. "Dad, help me!" She sobbed out.

She could feel as if her lungs were collapsing, saving her breath as she looked around her, only to see the pitch dark dead of night engrossing her.

A sudden purple light had been fired at her, hitting and sinking into her chest once it came in contact with her. She shrieked, sucking in the air and still attempting to lift her limbs.

But out of the darkness came out a masked man, holding up a bat, only to wack her right in the face with it, knocking her out.

Dylan choked on her words, not believing his. "... That's impossible, you're here,"

Adrian sighed. "Again, I'm not your father, Dylan. That's just what your mind is telling you,"

She stayed silent, her heart raced a hundred miles an hour.

"Your memories of your real father have been wiped and instead were replaced with me. Dylan, you murdered your father using the symbiote. When it first came in contact with you, it corrupted your brain, blurring your memory and replacing it with false memories,"

Dylan gasped.

"After the killing, you fled your house, stole a car, and ended up in New York sometime during the night. All of which were controlled by the symbiote. Dylan, your mind covered up your tracks, hid the murder. Left you to be all alone,"

Her shaky breath overpowering her.

"All your theories of me being your dad were all in your head,"

The tears ran.

"A figment of your imagination,"

The light had hit her. "Oh my god, sweetie! Sweetie, are you okay, are you hurting in any way?" Her father was worried as he squeezed her shoulder. But little did he know, that was the last time he'd ever see his little girl. She raised her gaze and darted at him, making him fall over as the lights flickered on and off. A sharp knife had soon been pierced into his skin, followed by a laugh that echoed throughout the room.

The darkness had caved in around him. "Dylan!" He yelled as he tried to press down on his wound.

The girl had watched as it drowned him, the evil source consumed her whole body. She let out a high-pitched scream, letting it take over. She appeared over him pinning him down as his body reacted to the torment.

"What are you doing, Dylan?!" His voice was cracking under the strain. Clenching his teeth, he grunted, trying to fight back whatever presence was in front of him. "Dylan, help me!" Her father had sobbed out.

He could feel as if his lungs were collapsing, saving his breath as he looked around him, only to see the pitch dark dead of night engrossing him.

The girl had gone rogue. The purple light had been fired at him, hitting and disintegrating him into dust once it came in contact with him.

Dropping the weapon, feeling the power-consuming her sight, the girl had flown out of the house and drove off with his car.

"How do you know?" Dylan asked. "How do you know who I am then? How do you know about everything that has happened to me? You weren't there, you're not my real dad, how would you have known? How do you know I stole a car? How do you know I was corrupted? How do you know I killed my dad?" She demanded and Adrian only chuckled as he smirked.

"Because you were corrupted with the symbiote," he said, inching closer to her.

Dylan couldn't move. Her body was refusing. "How? How did I get it in the first place? Who would give something like that to me?"

"I would,"

Her eyes widened as he stepped closer.

"Your father was a good man. It's too bad he did the same thing that happened to my wife," he said with a devilish smile. "And it's too bad he trusted me,"

She couldn't speak.

"I'm sorry, Dylan, but it's time you join them,"

Before she could speak, she was pushed into the rushing river. She breaks the surface but Venom doesn't let the water fill her lungs, covering her body with his, the waters take them a ways. Like water, it always makes its way through cracks. It absorbed Dylan's clothes, making her shiver and shaky even more as she began to sob. From hearing the truth, the real truth, her thoughts degraded her. Telling her repeatedly, she's a monster, a murder, a thief. A real thief.

*****

Venom tried to calm her down with his vague emotions and empathy but she only argued with him.

"You knew, didn't you?"

Yes.

"You knew this whole time. You let me go on a wild goose chase. You were a part of this,"

That's correct, master.

"Stop calling me that!"

She walked along the cold, dark streets, shivering so hard as she could barely breathe.

Her wet and cold clothes suck on to her, and the wind makes her colder by the second.

"Venom?"

Yes, Dylan.

"Can you put my memories back?"

... No.

"W- why not?"

Because they were erased.

"... So... I can never know what my real father looked like?"

I'm sorry.

She began to cry violently. Stammering as her chest was getting tighter. She fell to her knees as her leg muscles were so weak.

"Is anything real?"

I am real. You are real.

"Well, I wish I wasn't ... I wish I was a figment of my imagination... then I could wake up and be something different. Like a flower blooming in a field or a bird in a nest, high up in a tree..."

You don't mean that.

"But instead, I'm a monster,"

No, you're not.

She grunted. "Would you shut up! What would you know?! You barely have feelings! You can't make me feel better with your vague ass comments, they don't help and they never will! You're the one who led me on with this whole thing so don't you dare tell me what not to think!" She sobbed out.

She lowered her head, letting the fresh tears fall to the ground. But her head jerked up by the sounds of footsteps. And before she was a boy she wasn't expecting to see. Yet she didn't want to be near him now. Peter in a hoodie and jeans.