Stillborn and deadly- EATER

Prolog

Venom and Eddie were pregnant, but due to an attack of Carnage, they had a Stillborn...
Or so they thought...
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They cried. All they could do was crying. Their Baby, they had wished for so bad, their First-born was dead. Carnage had attacked while both they were during Labour, unable to defend themselves. Their Baby, covered in blackish-red blood, laid there in their crib, no move, no sound, nothing.

Dead.

Eddie cried. And cried. And cried. Venom just sat at the ground, his full form trembling, bound on an asingle small string to Eddie, his white eyes widen in pain he had never felt before- Loss. He lost his and Eddies Firstborn. Stillborn. Murdered by its brother.

Dead.

"E-ddie. Eddie. We have to bury him." His voice was hoarse, Eddie realized but was too shaken to listen. Venom took their Son and Eddie, and they went to the next cemetery.

It was small and cold. Eddie trembled bad and didn't say a word, as venom took his son, laid him into a small box and lit it on fire.

The only way to make sure, no one finds their sons corpse and plays mad scientist with it.

The way home, none of them spoke, the next days' none of them moved from the spot next to the crib. Their baby was dead.

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Warm rays of sunlight bathed Jims' Way into a warm glimmer, as he walked through the Graveyards, like every Sunday afternoon. His Bestfriends Grave was as dirty as always, none of his Family had ever visited it after his Suicide. 

Since this Day, Jim had changed in the eyes of his Family. They say he had grown cold. But could you blame him? His Best Friend had died in thought no one could ever love him, not knowing how hard he had fallen for him.

His heart had been buried the same day.

He sat down next to the cold gravestone and watched the sun go down. What a mesmerizing sight, he thought, as he slowly drove off to sleep, or at least tried. Something had moved the last leaves of Fall next to him. Something... strange.

His Curiosity took the best of him and he brushed the last leaves away, revealing something... black-ish. It struggled to move, too weak like it was about to take its last Breath of Life, and Jim's eyes were locked with the unknown small and seemingly severely wounded creature, warmth began to spread through his cold chest as his fingertips softly touched the tiny shivering being.

A small hurting smile crept onto his lips. "What a strange creature you are. So alone. Where is your Family, your Mama, or Papa?" he whispered, almost awaiting it to speak.

Instead, its tiny root-like tentacles wrapped around the young Mans Fingers, pulsating, too hurt to do anything else. Jims sighed softly. "You poor Creature lost and left alone broken. We are similar, you and i. I will take you with me. " He took it into his warm hands and carried it carefully to his small apartment, as quiet as possible, cause it seemed to hate loud high-pitched sounds.

The small Creature held onto him like on dear life, as he closed the door behind him and went into his room, without saying hello to his family, as always, since a long time.

As he sat on his bed, he examined the creature. It was something like slime, but it was alive, burning marks covered its body and blood in a blackish-red color was oozing from cuts, hard to be seen. "Oh you poor Baby, what have you been through?"

But as before, it couldn't move or give a sound.

He disinfected its wounds, stitched it up, washed it as good in nice warm water as he could, and tucked it in. It cuddled into his arms, the first time it really moved, then began to make soft noises like it would doze off. "What a strange creature you are." smiled Jim, before he fell into deep slumber himself.