The Real Carnage

Prologue

Peter had fallen down the crate and into the sewers, where he had landed in a strange black mass of strange looking goo. He exclaimed in disgust and moved away, but then the strangest thing happened. Some part of the black liquid latched onto Peter's leg.

Greetings. Partner.

He couldn't figure out if that was in his head, or it was in real life. And someone was now speaking with him.

“Who's there?” He demanded, spinning round and glaring in each direction but there was absolutely nothing there. He was completely alone.

Don't be a fool boy, I won't harm you. In fact, you can be of great use to me…

There it was again, louder and much clearer this time. Inside his head. The black mass and continued to run up his body, Peter staggered backwards. Fear shining in his wide, blue eyes.

He drew in a shaky breath, “who are you?” He asked, “what are you?” He corrected himself. Knowing this wasn't real nor a human.

I am...Carnage, It replied, the voice raspy, quite weak too. Whatever this ‘Carnage’ creature was, it needed him.

“Why...why...what's going on?” To be honest, Peter had no idea what this thing wanted with him. But the black goop had locked itself onto his body, altering it's shape until Peter was covered.

Don't panic young Parker. I can help you grow strong. Grant you power beyond your imagination, more power than you feel as Spiderman.

How did Carnage know his name? And more importantly, how the heck did it know of Peter's sticky secret?

“How do you know all this?” Peter demanded. Despite being covered in a black suit, he could speak and see clearly.

I'm simply going through your memories. After all, I have to know more of my host before I make a permanent bond, Carnage paused, ah yes. You'll do nicely. Now this may hurt, this is a bond between us that cannot be broken.

Before Peter could protest, he felt a shooting pain go from his whole body and into his head. Causing him to kneel over and cry out in pain.

After a few moments however, the pain intensified for a fraction of a second before fading away completely.

It is done

Peter was shaking his head repeatedly, this wasn't real. Just a nightmare, some stupid dream. Maybe he'd fallen unconscious and slipped into a coma? This just couldn't be real.

Trust me boy. This is no dream or vision of any kind. This is completely real. Carnage told him, the weird thing. Peter could actually feel what it felt! At the moment it was plain, unreadable. But then it turned to hunger, as it apparently wanted a meal...but Carnage didn't crave human food. He craved humans.

“Oh God. No please don't…” Before Peter could finish, he felt himself taken over by an uncontrollable rage. The mask on his face had become twisted and monster like. He couldn't feel anything as he lost control of himself. And he was swallowed into a dark abyss.