We Are Riot

9

It turned out that Riot could actually see Drake's dreams. It took Drake a little while to figure it out but when he did, Riot just laughed and teased him.
"What the hell? Why didn't you tell me that?!"
"You never asked me, dummy," Riot sneered. "Besides, watching your dreams is very entertaining."
"Well, maybe for you it is, but seriously? That's my private information!"
"There is nothing private about our relationship in general, Carlton," Riot replied smugly. "We don't keep things from each other, remember?"
Drake would just grumble and try to forget they even had this conversation.
There was something that puzzled Drake though. He was eating regular meals and getting the amount of sleep he needed, but there was something else. And it wasn't every day this happened. On a few occasions, he would feel lightheaded or uncomfortable in his stomach. Sometimes he would run a fever and have to call in sick.
He didn't know what was up, so he decided to ask Riot. Riot seemed to know everything about him and his body.
They were lounging on the sofa watching the news when Drake decided to speak.
"Hey, uh, do you know what's been going on with me?" he asked.
Riot materialized and looked at the man in confusion.
"Going on?" he asked.
"I've been feeling...I don't know, sick most of the time. Do you think you could take care of it, whatever it is?"
"I can, but you will not like the result," Riot replied quietly.
"Just do it."
When Riot failed to do so, Drake got pushy.
"Come on, what's the matter?" he asked, finally looking at the symbiote. "It can't be what I think it is, can it? I mean, I accepted you, right? The bond's complete? So why am I feeling like this?"
"Carlton....there is something I need to tell you," Riot spoke gently and softly, surprising the man. "Your body...your body still hasn't accepted me."
"What? What does that mean? How? We're literally—"
"It doesn't work that way," Riot said, hovering closer. "Just because we have an understanding now doesn't mean that things could still happen."
"What do you mean....things could still happen?" Drake asked, alarmed.
"I'm sorry, Carlton, but your body still has not truly accepted me as a part of you."
"What does that mean? Wait, are you eating my organs again?"
Riot was silent.
"You're eating my organs? Riot! I thought we were over this!"
"Your body still has not fully accepted my existence," Riot said patiently.
"Oh? And how long did it take for Brock and Venom to bond? Literally a day!"
"I am not like Venom. Venom has a different personality than I," Riot growled. "Symbiotes do not necessarily share the same emotional status as humans do, but they can be reached over a period of time."
"I can't believe it! After all this time you're still killing me! What happened to no secrets, Riot? What happened to those? And to think I actually believed you cared!"
"Carlton—"
"What happened to we, Riot? What happened? Everything you did for me? Everything we went through? Seriously, is this what it comes down to now, that you're still eating me because my body hasn't accepted you yet? How can I believe that?"
"Trust me, Carlton."
"Why? Why should I trust you? You literally are using me as a food source!"
"I'm regenerating your organs!"
"That still takes up energy! Why didn't you tell me this sooner!"
"Because I didn't want you to throw me away!"
"Oh, so this is about you? Oh, I see now, right. You just don't want to die. Well, guess what? I don't want to die either, Riot! I have a life, you know! I can't cope with some alien parasite gutting me out from the inside!"
"I am not a parasite," Riot growled low and angrily. "I am past that now."
"Oh, then what do you call this? You're eating me! You're a parasite."
Riot snarled and threw the man onto the ground. Drake looked up to see that face floating right above his.
"You call me that again and I'll thrust my spear into you," he hissed. Drake was confused for a moment but then saw a weaponized tentacle poised over his stomach, ready to rip and tear.
"See what I care? You'll just fix it," Drake growled but his heart was pounding. Riot's white eyes narrowed.
"Fine."
Drake's eyes widened and he gasped out in pain as the large tentacles weapon stabbed into his stomach. He felt it twist wickedly and then retract harshly and the blood trickled down his side, making him shiver.
"Riot!"
"You wanted me to," came the snide remark.
"Fuck you!" Drake lunged out and seized the tentacle in both hands. Riot pulled away and growled as the man tried to get to his feet. "See, now this proves you don't care!"
"I do care! It's you who's making it difficult!" Riot snarled.
"Oh and now am I the one making it difficult? I'm just trying to survive!"
"Human beings are disposable, according to you," Riot growled. "So that means you are also disposable."
"Will you quit nagging me about my past references?!"
"Only if you quit nagging me about being a parasite!"
"No! You did this to yourself!"
"Fine. Then you're disposable."
Drake crossed his arms over his chest and breathed in deep, trying to calm his nerves.
"Get out," he said.
Riot slunk towards him slowly until his head almost touched Drake's.
"No." Drake opened his eyes now.
"Get. Out," he repeated.
"Do you know how blessed you are that I chose you, Carlton?"
"Ha! Blessed? No. More of like a curse! I was fine before you came along! Now you have to go messing up my life....literally!"
"Easy solution, go eat heads."
"I'm not doing that and you know it," Drake replied quietly but he was angry.
Riot stared at his host quietly, the liquidy wraith flowing out behind him and into Drake slowly as if the symbiote was sad.
"Then you leave me no choice. I don't want to kill you, Carlton." The wound was suddenly stitched up now and Riot's head disappeared inside Drake's body.
"What are you doing?" Drake asked, slightly terrified of what the alien might be doing inside. When there came no answer, he said louder, "What are you doing, Riot!"
Nothing.
"You give me no choice, then, I'm sorry." Drake walked over to the microwave and put his hand inside. The radiation swarmed the hand and immediately took affect on the alien. Screeching, it thrashed around inside of Drake, trying to hold on.
Fucking bastard! was all Drake heard before the huge silver ball of alien goo lurched out of him and onto the window nearby.
Steadying himself, Drake watched as the goo slid into a vent and disappeared.
"Don't come back," he called. There was no response. "Good riddance," he muttered and then turned back to his apartment room.

Bruh, they actually broke up....🥺😱😱 Poor Riot, just give him his heads, Drake, and then he'll be fine! All he needs are a few heads! It's not that hard, man!