VENOM

Leo VS Schema

Leo followed the trail of Michael De Santa's jeep into the forest just outside the town. Venom's vision could pick up the tracks of the vehicle with ease, and the two proceeded into the dark, chilling woods.
"Why would De Santa run out here? Wouldn't it be better if he just got on the plane with Schema?"
I feel he has not completed his task for the professor.
"Me too. There must be a reason."
There is a vehicle ahead. I smell blood.
Sure enough, less than a mile out, they could see the dim lights of a truck that had the same tire treads as the path. Leo squeezed his fist, and Venom took over.

As they approached, the stench of blood and smoke filled their lungs, and then they realized: the doctor had plowed into a tree. A piece of the vehicle had snapped off, and impaled De Santa in the chest. Venom tore the door off the driver's side, and retracted. Leo dragged him out, and laid De Santa on the ground. He was shaking rapidly, and blood leaked from the wound, and out of his mouth.
He is dying. Be quick about it or we will lose Schema.
Leo nodded, and crouched down.
"Where is Schema, doctor?"
"Oh piss off." He croaked. "Let me die in peace." Leo snarled, and stomped on his knee, cracking it into pieces. The doctor cried out, and growled. "Agh..krrk..you bastard."
"Tell me, and I'll make it quick."
"F..fine. What have I got to lose. He's..he's headed the airport. Jax international. Flight..224..private class..." his eyes began to roll back. Leo nodded, and lifted his boot up.
"Thank you, Mr. De Santa." And stomped on his skull, finishing him off.

Schema hurriedly jogged to his plane. It was specifically for VIPs, but it would be quick enough to get him out of the U.S. and into international airspace. He checked his watched, and sighed. He had half an hour until his flight took off, so Schema decided to use the restroom before takeoff. It'd be a long flight anyways. A chill went up his spine, and a cold feeling numbed him. He froze in his tracks, and spun around. Nothing. With a sigh of relief, he went into the bathroom.

As he walked into the stall, he felt another chill, this time turning around faster. Nothing. He turned towards the stall, and a hooded figure stood before him, still as stone. In a panic, Schema fell back, spinning around. When he gathered himself and looked up, he saw no one.
"Relax Fredrick..he's not here. He's probably still tearing up the others."
After doing his business, he splashed some water on his face to clear his mind. Upon looking up in the mirror, he saw the hooded figure again. He turned once more: nothing. Schema felt as though he was losing his mind, and quickly made his way to the plane.

Schema sat in his seat near the back, away from any windows. He unzipped his bag and pulled out the small vial of A-V, and examined it. This was the one thing that could kill that bastard Newton. He smirked a little. The Japanese would pay top dollar for such a weapon, and he always admired their culture. It would be quite a pleasant place to retire and spend the rest of his days.

Leo crouched on top of the radio tower, looking out at the airplanes, and took a deep breath through his nose.
Night falls..Schema's plane takes off soon.
"We'll have the cover of night. We'll get him."
What of the innocents aboard?
"Most of them are either gun traffickers, drug lords, or other scum. No one will miss them."
Then let's get started.

The first thing Schema noticed, was the plane was late. Half an hour passed, and he got fed up. He stood, put the Anti-Venom in his pocket, and made his way to the front.
"What the bloody hell is taking so l-" he stopped dead in his tracks, and looked down at the floor. The crack of the door was seeping out blood. "He's...he's here."
"Yo, who's here homie?" Called out a Mexican from behind him. Schema turned and looked at them, pale as a ghost.
"Venom."

They hit the plane like a rocket, blasting it in half and sending the passengers flying into the air. Schema, being by the cockpit, managed to slip into the bathroom stall and ride out the blast, but got tossed out and onto the pavement. Venom retracted, and Leo walked up to Schema, who was trying his hardest to crawl away.
"Don't even bother, Schema." Leo jeered. "You'll be dead in a minute."
"You're..you're a monster!" Schema coughed, rolling onto his back. Leo crouched down, and examined his prey.
"Yeah. We probably are." He snickered, their voices blending. "But you made this monster, professor."
"And..I'm about to undo my creation." Schema spat out, and smashed his fist against the vial next to him.

The goo flew into the cuts on the professor's hand, and consumed his body, covering it in a white shell. A face formed, and the limbs and torso swelled up until the figure was able to stand. It was the opposite coloured of Venom. Indeed, it was his opposite. Blackened teeth and a twisted smile formed from the face, and black eyes streaked up his skull, and a long, floppy black tongue fell from his mouth. The beast admired it's body and claws, and snarled at them, it's voice distorted and demonic:

"I...am...Anti-Venom!"

Leo stared in bewilderment at the new NonHuman, and wasn't able to react fast enough as a fist slammed into his chest, sending him flying through the air, and into the airport. By the time Leo could collect himself, the beast was already smashing through the airport, wreaking havoc on anything and anyone in its path.
"Venom! I could really use your help right now!"
No response.
"Venom? Venom?!"
"Your symbiote friend is asleep." The monster chuckled, approaching Leo slowly. "He is a plague, and I am the cure."
"No..nonono." Leo turned, and ran as fast as he could.
"Not so tough now, are you Mr. Newton?!" Anti-Venom snarled, pursuing his new prey.
"Wake up, V!" Leo shouted, squeezing his fist repeatedly. He ducked behind a brochure kiosk, and covered himself in magazines to hide his scent.
"Mr. Newtonnnn!" The beast called out in a singsongy voice. "Come out and playyy." Leo stayed completely still, aside squeezing his fist. He felt the beast get closer...and closer..until it was right behind him, just beyond the kiosk bar. He could hear the heavy, raspy breath of Anti-Venom over his head. Leo heard a gunshot, and the beast roared and charged in it's direction. Suddenly, his phone buzzed, and a text message came up.
Unknown: The symbiote can be disabled by two things, loud sound, or extreme heat.
Leo: Who is this?
Unknown: Madan, stupid. Now kill that sonuvabitch.
Leo put his phone away, and clenched his fists. Venom wasn't coming to save him, it was only him.

And he knew just what to do.
"Sonic charges..those are being placed in airports to warn planes away. If I can just.." he fiddled with his phone, then one of the charges. "..mhmm..perfect."

"Schema!" He shouted, his voice echoing down the empty, destroyed halls, "You want me? Come get me!" and ran.

He heard the bone chilling roar of the beast as it screamed down the halls, coming to finish it's hunt. Leo vaulted over the debris from the crash, making his way to one of the aircrafts. Venom may have gone silent, but his strength and agility remained.
"C'mon you stinky, slimy bastard!" He jeered, running backwards. "I thought you were supposed to be the big bad Anti-Venom!" Schema doubled his speed, and slammed into Leo, sending both hurtling through a wall and out onto the runways. Leo's ears were still ringing when the monster has recovered, and grabbed ahold of him, lifting him high in the air.
"Thissss ends here." The beast hissed. Leo grunted and cringed, struggling to get air, then smirked at him with all the confidence of the world.
"You're right, it does." The beast looked confused, then dropped him as he grabbed his the sides of his head in pain. Leo held his phone in his hand, and shaked it mockingly.
"There's an app for everything, even sonic charges." The monster continued shrieking, and shrunk down until it was just Schema, broken down and in fetal position holding his head; he wore nothing but the ragged suit he had before. Leo crouched down beside him once more, and clicked his tongue.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Poor Schema. You had it all, now you'll have nothing." He kicked him in the side, then lifted him up by his throat. Schema retaliated, smacking at his arm and yanking at his wrist, looking down at his enemy.
"You..you're it. The perfect organism..the perfect warrior.." he gasped out. Leo simply smiled.
"Not me, we." He snarled, and Venom overtook. Schema stared death in the face, and chortled.
"With my death, something worse will be born."
"And like you, we will kill it."
With a flick of his wrist, Schema's neck was broken, and the corpse was tossed across the airport, and into the neighboring sea.
"Took you long enough."
We were knocked unconscious by the Anti-Venom.
"Yeah. Well, luckily, I knew it's weakness."
Weakness, but not it's fatality. We need to keep an eye out, false or not, that creature is still of symbiote DNA.
"What now?" Leo asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and walking towards the terminals.
We have a sample of the DNA.
An arm protruded from his side, holding a vial.
We go to Madan, and deliver this for examination.
"What about Sam? Our lives?"

That, my friend, is your choice.