The Real Carnage

Chapter One

Meanwhile Ned was waiting for his friend to arrive, there was no sign of Peter whatsoever. It honestly worried him, he'd tried Peter's phone multiple times yet there had been no reply.

So he'd decided to take a walk near where Peter had said he was, but he wasn't there. The place was completely empty.

Almost.

From the corner of his eyes he saw a strange black creature, crouched above a limp human body. The thing that made Harry sick to his stomach was when he saw that the thing was eating the mans head. Eyes, tissue, brain and all.

He tried to move away silently. But he stepped on a crumpled sweet paper, and it was louder than expected.

The creature looked up, it's large, fathomless white eyes staring directly at him. And what chilled Harry to the bone was that his mouth. Was thin, and twisted into a large smile.

Instead of attacking Ned. It just fled, disappearing into the night like it had never been there. But the corpse still lay, perfectly still. And when Ned went closer, he saw everything.

Half of the mans face had been ripped away, eaten by that thing. Revealing parts of exposed skull and even a small but where it had cracked the skull, and ripped out a small chunk of his brain.

And then. What shocked Ned the most was, the man grabbed him by the collar of his shirt with unknown force and whispered urgently.

“Run...run….run….RUN!”

And then he at once fell still, into much needed rest. Even after all of that, the man had been alive?

This was a lot to process for Ned, and quite frankly he was worried. Worried about Peter. What if he'd been claimed as that things first victim.

He made up his mind. He was going to Peter's house and making sure he was okay, he wouldn't sleep easy knowing nothing.

So once reaching Peter's apartment after at least an hour, he knocked on the door and after a few moments, May opened the door.

“Oh hello there Ned, what can I help you with?” She asked, greeting him with her usual warm smile.

“Um — is Peter okay? He was meant to meet me at my place, but he never arrived.” He told her, shifting uneasily as he prepared himself for bad news.

Instead she answered with, “Peter's upstairs, he has been for hours. He said he was out before and well had some sort of incident. I don't know what exactly, he was very vague with me.”

Peter, vague? Usually the teenager would tell everything about what he'd done. And very clumsily stumble over his words as he did so.

“Well I was just a bit worried why he wasn't answering his calls, but thanks for telling me May. Sorry to disturb you this late. Goodnight!” He gave her one last nod before walking away. Satisfied that that he knew his friend was safe.

The next day at school, after a slightly better sleep, Ned saw Peter lingering by his locker. Looking as if he'd gotten a hangover or he was just extremely tired.

“Hey Pete, feeling any better?” Ned asked. Finally walking up to him and forcing on a tight smile.

Peter blinked and nodded a few times, “yeah, yeah. Just...tired I guess.” He yawned, then he flopped against his locker, sighing.

God he looked starved. Ned produced an apple from his pocket, and Peter saw it and seemed to almost vomit as soon as he gaze landed on it.

“Are you okay Pete? Seriously.”

“I'm fine Ned,” Peter said with a strained voice, “just please — put that away. It's making me feel sick.” He added.

Ned quickly stuffed the apple back into his pocket, “May told me you hadn't had anything to eat since you got back yesterday noon. At least have something Pete.”

“I'm not hungry, Ned.” Peter growled, shaking his head and drawing in a sharp breath he clutched his stomach and coughed.

(In case your wondering. No Peter isn't sick because of the flesh Carnage ate. I guess I should tell you they happen to share a different well….stomach, when Peter is out of control and Carnage takes over. What Carnage eats, Peter doesn't also eat. He can just feel full after Carnage has a meal. But yeah....idk you tell me I guess!)

Ned glanced at him uneasily, “bro. You really need to get home and rest.”

“I'll be fine. I think it's just some sort of Flu. It'll pass.” Peter told him, walking away to class.

Ned watched after him. Not even reassured at his words. Something was wrong with him, not just a Flu but something big.