~Red~ A venom fanfic

~chapter two~

   
Watching the mess that had become Eddie Brock's life, was like watching a sad movie on repeat. Lost his job, lost his fiance, lost his house and had to move to the shitty part of town not too far from my own apartment complex. It was almost cliche.

  Over the past two months he had adopted the same routine. Go to a bar, get shit face drunk, sometimes get into a fight in said bar, then he would walk to the little convenience store on the corner to buy more beer and occasionally some snacks.

  I would watch Eddie from across the street, my black hood covering my ginger hair as I stayed out of sight. Stalking, That's what my life had come to over the past two months.

  I knew that it would be a matter of time before Carlton would decide that Brock knew too much and would send his men to be rid of the liability. Now do I care if Brock died? No, that I do not. But I would hate for my information to die before he had the chance to talk. So I became his unofficial, official bodyguard.just till I got the information I needed then he could drink himself to death for all I care.

I followed Brock as he made his way back to his apartment. I waited for a moment before crossing the street and climbing the fire escape up to his apartment window.From there I just waited and watched. My hand never leaving the butterfly knife in my pocket. It was my new nightly routine. Watching the sad show of Eddie Brock.

~4 months later~

Six months and nothing, Brock's life at this point seemed more depressing than my childhood and that says a lot. Carlton has been quiet on everything and anything involving him and his company.

  But in the wake of Carlton's silence there has been a string of disappearances.Not many people noticed these happenings, but I have and I knew Drake had something to do with it.

  Back in the Heyday of my brother's fearful hold on the city, people would notice the tiniest of disappearances. But now with Cletus behind bars, people naturally assume all the monsters of the world have been dealt with and go on their merry way. 

  For six months Brock has done nothing but mope in his own little depressive shithole and over time I found myself wanting to put the poor bastard out of his misery myself.

  I had eventually found out that Brock leaves his window unlocked so I would open it slowly and would sit in the windowsill. I found it funny how I would do this for months at a time and he would never notice my presence.

  He would just sit there,drink his life away, and watch T.V. Over time Brock had become very interested in my show which I found oddly endearing. It was uncomfortable to see myself on T.V at first, but over time I got used to it. 

  I would just sit in the window and watch, always staying quiet and observing. But today that would have to change, a worker at the Life foundation had come up to me earlier and asked me for my help. I knew now was the time to act.

  Brock was sitting on his couch watching my show and I was sitting in my normal spot on the windowsill. Now I just waited for my que to make my presence known.

  "This has been the Kasady Files, everyone stay safe out there." I hear myself on the T.V ending latest episode of my show.This was it, my que. I took out my butterfly knife and started to play with it in my hands while taking a deep breath.

"I would have never guessed that Eddie Brock was a fan of my show." I say, cutting through the silence of the apartment as Brock had turned off the T.V. He turned to look at me with a bit of fear in his eyes that I could read loud and clear. I just laughed. "I'm flattered really." I say while continuing to play with my knife.

"What the hell are you doing in my apartment?" Brock asked while looking around for an object to possibly use as a weapon against me if he were attacked. I laughed, catching wind of his fear. 

  "I ain't here to kill ya if that's what you think." I said while putting my knife in my pocket. I took the black hood off my head to reveal my all to recognizable orange hair. Brock looked slightly relieved that I wasn't going to kill him, but he still stood in a defensive position."You can chill out Brock, you're safe." I say with a smile.

  " oh yeah sure i'm safe, the sister of a serial killer is in my apartment!" Brock said with fear still laced in his voice.

  "I promise Brock, I come in peace." I say while letting myself into the apartment completely.

  "What do you want Kasady?" He asks me, while keeping his eyes on me as I walk around the apartment slightly.

  "I need your help taking down Carlton Drake. You must have some good evidence if it has led to you losing your job, fiance, and nice looking house because of it." I explain while sitting on top of his kitchen counter. 

  "How did you know about Anne?" Brock asked with a bit of anger and fear. "How long have you been stalking me?" he continues and I laugh.

  "I know everything about you Eddie Brock. Also I wouldn't call it stalking, it's more of I took the liberty of being your unofficial, official bodyguard." I say, Brock looked like he wanted to run away, so I did all I could to look a little less threatening.

  "Why do you need my help taking down Drake? That asshole has taken everything from me, so I would rather stay the hell out of this." He explains and I sigh slightly.

  "Because you have the information I need and If you help me, I might be able to help you out of this depressing shithole you're in." I say and Brock crosses his arms over his chest. "Come on Brock, shouldn't what that asshole did to you give you motivation to take his ass down?" I asked honestly and I could see him consider my words for a second before responding.

  "How are you planning to take down Carlton?" He asks finally after a moment of silence. A wicked smile planted across my face at the question.

  " I have someone on the inside who can get us in. All we have to do is get as many incriminating photos of the place as we can and get out as quickly as we got in." I explained. "And if we do this without setting off an alarm and triggering Drake's men then I won't have to kill anyone." I say while pulling my knife out of my pocket and playing with it.

  "Please don't kill anyone." Brock said and I couldn't help the slightly Cletus sounding psychotic laughter that came out of my mouth.

  "It's a kill or be killed world Brock." I responded once I stopped laughing. Brock looked even more hesitant about my presence.

  "If you can promise that I will get out of this alive then I will do it." Brock says and I could help the wicked smile that crossed my face.

  " Trust me Brock,you'll get out more than alive." I say and he nods with his Arms still crossed over his chest. "So do we have a deal? You help me, I help you. Once you agree, there is no backing out on me Brock." I continue and he just sighs.

  "Fuck it, it's not like I have anything else to lose." Brock says and I laugh.

  "Now that's the spirit Brock! Now let's get going. The person from Life foundation is waiting for us downstairs." I say while heading back to the window.

  "Okay I will meet you down there." Brock says and I just turn to look at him.

  "Nope you are coming this way with me. I don't trust that you won't back out on me." I say while putting a leg through the window.

  "Are you really telling me how to exit my own apartment?" He asks me and I nod.

  "Yes, yes I am. Now let's go." I say while getting on to the fire escape. He just sighs with annoyance and follows me through the fire escape.

  This was it, it was time to finally expose Carlton and everything he has done. Brock will just make my job easier or he will make a great human shield if shit went south