Venom I (boyxboy)

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     So, Venom thought, as he sat on the Steinway piano's chair, fingers above the claps. A merciless killer disguised as an honest hero. Serving justice while he's feeding his eternal murder seeking. His fingers twitched, triggering random husky sounds. Oh, the thing was old. But he liked that. It gave the notes a rougher tone, adding to the intensity of the melody he had yet to remember.

     How can one use darkness against evil? How can said one be called hero? Killing killers like no big deal apparently being legal... His fingers probed the keyboard, trying to figure the start of the song.

[[[please play the melody I posted, now. it's really important for you to do so, if you want to truly enjoy this]]]

     The moment he hit the right notes of the beginning, the whole song dawned on him like a wave, his fingers impulsively moving on the dusted claps with a passion that sent his heart racing. His mind emptied, each corner of his body focused on the intensity of the melody.

     The wise piano coughed the notes gracefully, the sounds flying out the opened windows like ghosts. The summer storm's wind carried the notes further into the woods, caressing the leaning trees with a delicate touch of life. The dark clouds accompanied the melody with long, deep thunders, creating a symphony of melancholy.

     Venom's porcelain face creaked as it slightly crumpled in pain, memories threatening to blossom. His breath escaped shaky, tickling the back of his frantically moving hands, on which rivers of veins arose from the effort. He closed his eyes, his vision having gotten blurry. He shoved his fangs in his lower lip, trying to stop its trembling. His muscles started twitching randomly as he shivered, but his fingers kept playing perfectly despite the obstacles accumulating.

     'Vater, nein... Aufhören...' he could remember his vulnerable, pathetic voice beg. Shaking his head, he put an abrupt, noisy, disturbing end to the melody as he slammed his hands on the keyboard.

     Standing up, he grabbed the small chair, slamming it mercilessly against the wall. The silence didn't have time to settle, the villain's loud, hurtful scream beating it to it. He yelled even as his lungs and throat ached, fingers digging through his chest as he tried to reach for his aching heart. All he managed to do was leave deep scratches- delicate, thin traces of blood staining his once immaculate shirt.

     He froze as his eyes met the sight of the half filled wine rack. Without hesitation, he grabbed a bottle and bit the corck out, gulping down the liquid gulp after gulp after gulp... after gulp... after gulp... after gulp... Halfway through, the alcohol eventually reached to his head, body slowly going numb. But he didn't stop. He just stumbled backwards, continuing to drink the entire bottle in one go. He let it drop to the ground, the sound of it shattering fading away along with his vision. His lips raised in a smile as his brain felt ten times heavier.

     His voice was soft yet sorrowful as he offered a sound between laughter and whine. His knees gave up, leaving him to fall on the ground, but he didn't mind it. He didn't mind the room spinning, the deafening silence teasing his ear, the coldness of the floor, the stinging pain on his chest, the shards of the bottle deeply cutting his back and arms...

     He just enjoyed the bliss of unconsciousness as it slowly embraced him in a pitiful hug...

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     Outside, a young blonde boy watched the door of the house in awe. He had been walking through the woods, backpack on shoulders as he tried to put as much distance between him and the family he ran away from. Then, as the wind whispered the piano's notes, he let them guide him to the Victorian style house, where he stood on the porch, taking in the beautiful melody.