Wrapped In You [mpreg|sequel]

iv

Abel is more than thankful when the episodes of vomiting and coughing blood finally stop. Now, though, they're replaced with a thirst that can't be quenched and a hunger that can't be satisfied.

He disgusts himself when he sneaks to the kitchen in the middle of the night to stuff himself. But nothing he eats, nothing he drinks, is enough.

And it's on one of those nights in which he tip-toes through his house that he stumbles upon his drunken step-father.

Immediately a tremor of fear runs through him, a wave of confusion  following after. Feelings not entirely his.

He flinches when the man slams down a glass bottle of beer. Staggering to a halt as he stares cross-eyed at Abel.

Abel freezes.

"I knew you little bitch was going through our food," the man slurs, "stuffing your face when you don't deserve it."

He flinches when the man throws something at him

Abel winces as it lands by his head, the glass shattering and small shards digging into the side of his face.  He reaches up with a trembling hand to touch his face, to pull a broken shard out from his skin.  He feels the blood trickling down his cheek, it almost makes him sick.

But before he can think about sicking up or running to his room, the man throws something else.  He barely has enough time to put his arms up, this time the object hits its mark, bruising his skin as it collides with his forearms.  Next time Carnage returns the favor.

Abel stands frozen as the red slime reaches for the next blow and catches it only to throw it back with a force ten times more than humanly possible.

Though drunk, the man dodges it and it seems that it's enough to sober him up.

"Did you just throw that shit at me boy?" The older man demands.

It isn't Abel who answers though, "Yes."

Abel is engulfed in red.  What feels like his jaw unhinges as he, no, Carnage, lurches forward and grasps the bad man by the front.  Quickly swallowing him whole.

Satisfied, Carnage retreats, red slinking back and revealing smooth albeit bruised skin.

Abel stands in shock before collapsing.  Did he-

Did he just eat his step-father?

He stares at the ground, smashed glass glistening in the cracks of the tiles.  He can't talk, can't breathe.

"John?  John that you?"

Abel looks up with tears glistening in his wide eyes.

His mother stands at the entrance in confused shock, "Abel?  Abel what the hell happened here?  Where's John?"

Abel can't find the words to explain what happened, to confess what he did.  His mouth hangs open but no words come out, no sound aside from a broken sob.

His mother starts shaking in rage, "what did you do, boy?"

She approaches him quickly, her slippers crunching the glass on the floor.  She looks at the mess but her focus, her rage is toward Abel.

"What did you do!" She demands, voice loud and shrill, "Where is John?  What did you do to him you stupid boy!"

Abel flinches when her hand digs into his skin as she shakes him, as she demands answers.

He looks at her with salty tears staining his cheeks, with snot sniffling from his nose, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?"

Carnage has half the mind to eat her as well, but Abel stops him.  So he watches as the woman verbally abuses his host, not completely understanding the pangs of guilt and hurt from his host's heart.

And it's only in the confines of his room, after the shouting and screaming was over with, that Abel breaks down.  He sobs into his pillow inconsolably.  Belatedly realizing he's no longer hungry or thirsty, he not starving.

He stands up on wobbly legs and goes to the bathroom where he looks at his reflection in the mirror.

"I hate you," is uttered weakly, throat tight but the words not holding any bite any true hate or bitterness.

Just sadness.

Just exhaustion.