I Would Do It For You Too...

chapter 8- Electro

🍕no pov🍕

"Who was he?" asks one of the men sitting in the passenger seat, flipping through someones file. The two men were situated in a dark van.

"Maxwell Dillon. Electrical engineer. No associates or friends to speak of. He submitted specs for the grid that we... appropriated. Guy was just... invisible" replies the man sitting in the driving seat.

"Wall Street's nervous enough with that child, harry, taking over. We've gotta find a way to get him out. In the meantime, if the press gets hold of this accident, our stock will crater. So make sure this Mr. Dillon stays invisible" the older looking guy explains, waving Max Dillons' file about.

"This could prove useful for us in the future" finishes the older guy.

🍕in a Morgue somewhere in
New York🍕

The room was slightly dark. Only lit by the blazing fire in the corner and the dim lights, which were crackling and buzzing.

There were two tables in the room. One full of silver equipment and the other, a body.

The lights started to go heywire and were popping and buzzing everywhere, sparks flying off them.

The sound of energy and power thrummed as the lights continued to flicker, smoke emitting off the 'dead' body.

All of a sudden, the body throws off the sheet that was lying upon him and threw himself off the table and onto the floor. Al the lights smashed and cracked, sparks soaring everywhere.

He could feel the energy within.

He started to back away and hit a wall, staring down at his hand.

His whole skin was blue, it was almost like he was transparent. Underneath his skin were dark blue lines of all kinds of sizes, splitting off into different directions.

Before he could get used to the sight, he heard a buzzing from above him and reached his hand up above his head, quickly catching a handheld razor tool. But it wasn't his hand that caught it. There was a short line of humming electricity, coming from the palm of his hand. Confused, he threw the razor away from him. The line electricity breaking and disappearing.

He started gasping. Pain erupting all over his body.

He stood up and started to limp. Bits of crusted brick falling off with every step he took.

He grabbed a jacket from the laundry bin, threw it on and continued his way through the Morgue. Crackles and pops still emitted from each light he touched or came close to.

🍕Baileys pov🍕

"What the hell are you?!" i shouted at what seemed be like myself. But it wasn't. i was standing in my bathroom looking in the mirror. I was dressed like Spider-Man... but a darker version.

Suddenly the voice started again but my mouth was moving too.

"I... am Venom... " Venom said, showing a twisted smile.

"You attacked Peter!" i shouted, tighting my grip on the sink infront of me.

"Tell me something i dont know... now listen carefully Bailey, you did not find me... i found you... think of yourself as my ride"

"Where are you going?" i asked quietly, trying to keep my panic to a minimum.

"To kill Spider-Man" Venom said, his twisted smile even bigger, if that's possible.

"No...no no no..." i repeated. My grip was getting even tighter on the sink.

"How do you even know who he is?" i asked cautiously.

"I know everything Bailey"

"You do?"

"i know everything about you" he continued.

"How?" i asked, my voice cracking.

"I am inside your head"

"No..." i whispered to myself, holding my head tightly.

"You are a loser Bailey" he remarked, followed with a deep growl.

"You uh.... you gonna hurt anybody else?" i asked, putting my hands down and gripping the sink once again as I ignored his previous comment.

"Most likely" he said darkly.

"Oh god..." i whispered.

"Kill Spider-Man. Cooperate, and you might survive. Kill Spider-Man" he kept repeating. I put my hands back on my head and held it tightly, whispering 'no' at the same time.

I tightly closed my eyes and as i did, i heard a swooshing.

I opened my eyes and there i was, staring back at myself. It was no longer the 'suit' but it was me. However, my hair was a mess and there were dark circles under my eyes.

'Kill Spider-Man' i heard in the back of my head.

My grip began to tighten before shards of glass exploded everywhere from the sink. Then my fist met the mirror, more shards of glass spreading all over my bathroom.

I had cuts laying on my knuckles, before they disappeared and miraculously healed by themselves.

Then i heard it again.

'Kill'

It was like i was a robot. Black goo burst from my eyes as they got bigger. Then there it was again. The 'suit'.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror before turning around, opening my bathroom window and jumping out. I stuck the landing on the cold hard concrete.

"Ahh Bailey" i heard someone, a man, sigh. I turned around to see Gwen Stacy, and beside her a man around our age dressed in a suit.

"I thought i'd find you here. So glad we could finally meet. I'm Harry Osborn"