We Are Riot

10

Drake lay on his couch that night, resting. It had been a pretty peaceful day to say the least. Quiet. Reserved. No voice constantly bugging him about when to eat or what they're are going to eat.
Drake sighed.
Having Riot gone was okay for the first few hours but seriously? Life dragged. Time seemed to slow at a delirious rate. There wasn't anyone to talk to normally.
The worst thing about it was that the large cavity in between his heart and diaphragm where Riot used to snuggly curl up in was empty. Cold. Dark. Void of presence. It almost made Drake's heart ache...not that it already was.
What was wrong with him??? A full grown man and he was feeling...desperate? And for what? A slimy ball of goo that latched itself to him and started sucking his life out from under his very nose? The nerve of that creature!
But still, there was a dull, throbbing ache in his chest that wouldn't go away. Riot had always filled that ache. It was the ache of belonging...to feel as if one was loved...appreciated...cared for.
But still! Riot had been eating his insides! And Drake had foolishly trusted it! Jeez, you get close enough to something and then the next day, they're attacking you. And for what? All because they're hungry?
Drake gave him tons of food, just not heads. That was strictly off limits. But Riot had said they needed brains or else they would go insane. That's where the chocolate had come in to play. But even then, the chocolate didn't sedate Riot's cravings.
And then they had split. That had been less difficult than Drake had thought. Except for the part where Riot literally stabbed him. That was uncalled for. Drake lifted up the hem of his shirt and looked at the area where Riot had stabbed him earlier. It was as good as new, as if nothing had touched him.
The fact that the symbiote still cared for him just a little made Drake feel slightly better. But still...Riot had tried to kill him.
But he had said it wasn't on purpose. That they only needed to eat heads and then they would be fine. But Drake didn't want to eat people...he wasn't a cannibal! And he hated meat anyway.
Riot had always complained about his taste for only vegetables and fruit. It was always "Why are you eating this shit again? It's disgusting!" or "Why do you not eat meat, Carlton? You afraid of the parasites that might linger in them?" The last remark made Drake too cocky and he had replied with, "At least they're like you." and Riot had given him a hard whack across the chest, leaving a mark there that lasted for a whole week.
Riot acted all tough and scary to be intimidating and rough and in reality he was very brutal and deadly, but when he was with the one he cared about, all of that seemed to disappear...as long as they didn't argue. Which brought Drake back to his previous question. Why had they even argued about it?
Well, he didn't want to eat people. That was simple. And Riot did. Why couldn't they agree on just that? They agreed on most everything else except for eating people.
And why did symbiotes only need human brains to be sane? Why not animal brains? It probably had to do with the human hormones and chemicals secreted, Drake didn't know.
He sighed again and closed his eyes. Riot was out there in the world now....unleashed and dangerous. Who knows what he could do in this state of mind?

Riot had been surprisingly well behaved. He had briefly bonded to a person in an alleyway and then discarded the body because they weren't a good match. Hopping from host to host was Riot's specialty. He had used the technique when trying to get to Drake.
Oh.
Drake.
That stupid idiot. Riot scaled the building in one powerful leap and landed onto another, his claws digging into the brick. Such an idiot, Carlton. Didn't understand what was happening. Only thought he was trying to kill him. It wasn't Riot's fault that Drake didn't let him eat heads! Well, actually, it kind of was, because Riot could just take over if he wanted to. But no.
Riot respected Carlton and did what he asked...most times. But when it came to eating human brains...they were always squabbling about that. Drake looked so funny when he got upset, it almost made Riot laugh. The little man glaring up at him, defying any answer with those wonderful brown doe eyes. Riot couldn't resist making a snide remark now and then just to rile the man up.
But now they had split. Gone separate ways. Riot had been content for the most part until he realized that none of the hosts he had been preoccupying had tried to reach out to him. So Riot busied himself in trying to track down a meal source. Sadly a few stray dogs met their end and also a few birds.
Riot licked his lips, still hungry. He was starving. The animals were good but he needed something better. Something more...human.
Lunging off of a high point, he neatly landed on top of another building, jogging across it in long strides. He needed food...desperately. He craved it...longed for it. He needed human flesh. But no. Drake wouldn't like it if he had found out about it.
Suddenly, Riot stopped. Why hadn't he thought of this before? Leaping off of the long building and onto another, he ran on all fours towards his destination.

"Hey, get your hands out of my bowl, V," Eddie said as he swatted away a sneaky tendril that threatened to snitch one of his sausages. Venom growled a little bit retracted it.
"You have more food on your plate than mine," he pouted.
"What the heck, V? You made this! For both of us!" Eddie cried.
"Yes! And it's good, too!"
"Yeah, waffles, sausage, eggs, and meat wasn't what I was really expecting on a Saturday night."
"We eat this meal almost every day, dumb bitch," Venom sneered.
"Because you complain about the Chinese we are last week! I'm never taking you there again."
"But that statue looked so weird, Eddie! It had an elephant head and lots and lots of hands. The food inside looked good, too."
"Stealing an god from a Chinese restaurant is not okay, not even when there's food in it, bud," Eddie said as he stuck a bite of heavily coated syrupy waffle into his mouth and chewed. "And now many times do I have to tell you? Don't put so much syrup on the waffles! You're wasting the bottle when you do that!"
"But I like the syrup! It's sweet!"
"Yeah, and sticky."
Just then, the two were startled when they heard a tremendous thump against the side of the building. Pausing in mid-bite, Eddie glanced at Venom.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Don't look at me as if I was the one who made that sound," Venom grumbled, but was wary.
Just then, a massive form appeared, shoving its way through the window and into the room. Eddie whimpered when he heard the window frames creak and the bricks on either side crumbled as the bulky figure finally was able to get inside.
"Riot?" he asked, finally realizing who it was. Getting up from the table, he and Venom walked over.
"What are you doing here?" Venom asked, suspicious.
Riot looked down at the two before speaking. His voice was rough and growly.
"Eat now, then talk," he grunted. "And you better make it fast."
Venom glared while Eddie hurried to make some food.
"Okay...I think we got some tater-tots in the fridge..."
"What's the problem, Riot?" Venom asked.
"It's about Drake."

Drake was finishing writing a paper when there was a knock on his door. Checking the time, he saw that it read twelve thirty.
Who was up at this time of night?
He went and opened the door. It was Haley. He would have been somewhat glad to see her if it hadn't been for the three policeman behind her.
Trying to remain calm, he asked,
"Uh...what...what's up?"
Wow, dumb word choice, Carlton, he mentally smacked himself.
"Mr. Drake, you are under arrest," an officer said.
"Under arrest? For what?"
"For what this lady had to say about you and how you smuggled deadly aliens into our planet without consent from the government."
"Aliens? There's aliens here?" Drake asked, trying to play innocent.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Drake, but you must come with us," the same officer said.
Riot. Where's Riot? Oh, my god, why did this have to happen and of course Riot isn't with me!
Drake allowed himself to be handcuffed and led down to the cop car, his heart pounding. He didn't care about anything now except for Riot. He needed him desperately, but Riot didn't appear.
As he was sat in the car, he heard an officer speaking to Haley. The woman actually looked happy. Happy!
Drake scowled.
If Riot were here he'd bite your head off and then shred you into a million pieces with just his hands, he growled. Haley didn't even look at him the whole time. When it was time to leave, Drake closed his eyes.
There was no escape now. Without Riot, he was just a normal man with normal abilities. And something burned deep inside of him and made him think he would never see anything or anyone he ever loved again. Slumping in his seat, he looked at his wrists, occupied by the silver cuffs. They reminded him sort of about Riot. Those tentacles wrapped around his wrists and arms in a warm embrace...
But Riot wasn't here and Drake was on his way to prison. There was no escape for him now.
It was hopeless.
Riot...