What if: Venom - Let There Be Carnage (english)

Prologue

Where am I? How did I get here? What kind of place is this? Questions that had been running through her head for several minutes and that she was desperately trying to answer. But she couldn't remember how she got here, no matter how hard she tried.

She continued to wander through the dark, foggy corridor. Flickering neon tubes on the ceiling hummed in sync, filling the void in front of her.

The ground was freezing cold, causing her to twitch with every step. She was wearing no socks or shoes and only a thin white dress covered her body.

She began to shiver slightly and an unpleasant feeling began to climb up her spine. There was nothing that could take her away from here. No door, no window, no way out. Just the never-ending cold. With every meter her fear grew and eventually got the upper hand. She had to get out of here. This place was not meant for her eyes. But she couldn't ignore the feeling of a certain familiarity. He reminded her of something... or maybe someone?

She came to her senses again and concentrated on her escape. She didn't want to stay here a second longer, so she decided to keep searching the walls for doors.

Screaming was another option, she thought, but no one would probably hear her here.

No one would come to her aid.

She was all alone.

She went on and on but to no avail. There was simply no end to it. Her courage slowly left her and fear gripped her again when she saw the outline of something in the distance that made her heart beat faster: a door! Forgetting the biting cold, she ran towards it, tore it open and looked inside.

But she stopped. All hope of a way out was shattered by the sight that met her. She didn't even dare to breathe. What she saw was too horrific. Tears began to run down her cheeks but she couldn't look away.

Lying in the room in front of her was a young girl, probably her age. Her long brown hair flowed lightly over her shoulders. She remembered running into her in town a few weeks ago. Now she just lay motionless on the ground. Her entire body was covered with small, precise cuts from which she must have bled to death in agony. Her wrists and ankles had blue marks and her pale eyes stared directly at her. She wore the same white dress as her.

She had to force herself to look away. No human being was capable of such a cruel act. When her gaze fell on the surrounding objects in the room, she immediately recognized the place. A chill ran down her spine. Her whole body began to tremble again and her pulse increased dangerously.

She had to get out of here now! She knew he never stayed away from his house for long and it would only be a matter of time before he came back. Panic spread through her and she slowly backed out into the hallway and started running again. Her lungs soon began to burn and exhaustion began to set in, but her determination to find a way out kept her going. If he found her here, she would face far worse things than the girl. She ran further and further until a wall suddenly appeared in front of her and the corridor suddenly ended in a dead end. Written in blood on the wall was just one word: CARNAGE.

She woke up in her bed, drenched in sweat, and thrashed around wildly in panic. She looked around and began to realize that she was home, safe. But it took several minutes for her to calm down. When her alarm went off and she looked at the clock, she finally got up and slowly went down the stairs towards the kitchen. But just as she was about to enter, her eyes fell on the stack of mail that the postman had pushed through the door slot. She picked it up and took it into the kitchen, but as she looked more closely at the stack, she spotted something between the advertisements and the letters that made her freeze in her tracks.

It was a small card. She pulled it out and took a closer look. It was worn out and had clearly gotten wet several times. The many stamps also testified to his long journey. But despite the blurry writing, she could clearly see the stamp from its place of origin. The San Quentin prison in San Francisco had sent her a letter.