"I chose my path; you chose the way of the hero. And they found you amusing for a while, the people of this city. But the one thing they love more than a hero, is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying. In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they will hate you. Why bother?"
Willem Dafoe, Green Goblin 2002.
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6 years ago...
Mom: "He'll never make it in the real world."
Dad: "Exactly. He's just pathetic."
Mom: "I told you we should have just aborted him."
Your parents talked as you lay on the floor, blood dripping from your nose and mouth as you struggled to breathe.
Dad: "Stop being a pussy and stand up!"
He yelled as you tried to get up.
Dad: "Get up!"
He yelled again as he kicked you in the stomach, making you lose your breath.
Y/N: *breathlessly* "I- hate... you."
Dad: "Oh.. the little bitch has some words to say, huh?"
Your dad mocked as he pulled you up and punched you in the face.
Dad: "What do you have to say about that?!"
You lay on the ground as your vision became blurry and you passed out.
Later...
You awoke on the floor in the same spot as before. It was 3:00-ish as you weakly stood up and clutched your stomach. You washed the dried blood off of your face as you curled up on the floor into a ball and cried. Why didn't your parents love you? Why couldn't they just accept you weren't like everyone else. You started to get angry as you clenched your fists and stood up. You opened up the silverware drawer and grabbed a knife. You couldn't take this abuse anymore. You creeped up the stairs and pushed open your parent's door. You clutched the knife, your hands shaking in fear. If he woke up, would he be able to kill you? You took a deep breath and drove the knife into your father's throat. He jerked awake and he struggled to breathe as blood poured from his neck.
Dad: "You little- shit.."
Your father choked as he died.
You pulled the knife out of his throat and slit your mother's throat, to which she died immediately. You breathed a sigh of relief as you meekly walked to your sister's room. You opened the door and saw her plunging her fingers in and out of her, moaning your name. She noticed you and smirked.
Sis: "Hey, baby bro~"
She said sexily as she grabbed you by your collar and started grinding against you. You tried to push her away, but she picked you up and plopped you on the bed.
Sis: *getting on top of you* "I need your dick little bro~"
She softly moaned as she pulled down your pants. You punched her in the face and ran back into your parent's room.
Sis: "Ow! You little shit!"
Your sister yelled as you ran into your parent's room and pulled the knife out of your mother's throat. She walked over to you, not noticing your dead parents. She pushed you onto the floor and began positioning your dick right by her entrance. You quickly plunged the knife into her chest as she dropped to her knees and you ran out of the house, grabbing your parent's drug money and stopped to breathe miles away from home. You looked at your blood-covered hands and cried as you aggressively rubbed your hands into the dirt. You had nowhere, no one. You lay down a field of tall grass and talked with the bugs you found.
Y/N: "So.. what's it like being so small and alone? Like me..."
You asked, with just a simple wing flap as a response.
Y/N: "Yeah..."
You sighed as the bug flew away. You brought your knees up to your chest and yawned. You stared up at the sky and gazed at a large star, which seemed to be getting bigger. You then realized it was as you stared in awe.
Y/N: "What the heck...?"
You questioned as it landed maybe 5 feet apart from you, which knocked you back a bit, causing you to twist your arm backwards, and snap it, the bone sticking out.
Y/N: "Ow ow ow ow ow.."
You cried as you looked up at what you thought was a star, at first but now realize is a meteor. You saw it start to crack open as multiple colors of weird goo spilled out and crawled to you. You aggressively tried to back up, but the goo touched your arm and slithered inside you.
Y/N: "Please don't hurt me.."
You pleaded as you began to tear up.
???: "We aren't going to hurt you, little one."
You heard something with a deep voice say.
Y/N: "Who said that?"
You asked frantically looking around.
???: "It was me."
It said again, as a black face materialized in front of you, from your chest. It had an elongated jaw, with creamy white eyes, a prehensile tongue and sharp teeth. You weren't scared, just shocked.
Y/N: "What are you?"
Venom: "I am Venom, and you are now our host. We come from The Universe of Earth 616 to find a new suitable host to survive in. We are a race of aliens known as 'Klyntar', born from our treacherous king, Knull. He existed before the big bang, living in the darkness. When the big bang occurred, he was furious to see life being created by the celestials, so he killed one of them and created the first of us, the All Black. Also known as his Necrosword, Knull used the All-Black to create more of us, me being the fourth. I then escaped from his planet, the Hive Mind and fled to earth, where I created more offspring of my own. Some were extracted from me by scientists, who were not very wise, and soon paid for it. So, I took my offspring and traveled the multiverse to find the perfect, strongest host for all of us, and you fit that title."
Y/N: "What the heck?"
You asked in confusion.
Venom: "Just look at your arm"
He replied as you looked at your arm, which was all healed.
Y/N: "How?"
Venom: "I'll explain that, and much more later. But right now, we have to leave. A "meteor" of this size wouldn't go unnoticed by NASA, so scientists will be here shortly."
You quickly stood up and started running, again, nothing on your mind except how you would start out your new and improved life with these "Klyntar" and your new "Quirk."
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So yeah. Hope you somewhat enjoyed that. I know it was pretty ass, I'll work on it...
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