Peter's Journal

Carnage

**Holy fuck it got worse-

It's been sixteen hours straight since this fight escalated. I haven't rested, eaten, or even slept. My body aches so much, I don't know which of the following blows will actually break me.

Several innocent bystanders have been caught in the middle of the fight, and no matter how many times I try to lure it away from the public, it finds a way to lure me back in. It knows my weaknesses... It knows what to hit and hard to do it. It was a part of me at one point, and it hungers to ruin my life. The very poison inside my head...

Venom.

Someone shrieks at the top of their lungs and my Spider-Sense screams like crazy. I turn to see Venom holding a civilian by the collar over the ledge.

"You couldn't let someone die... Surrender... Or we will kill them."

You psychogical bastard.

"Let her go!" I command.

"We thought you were better than that."

The civilian falls downward, and I manage to make a web to catch them. At the same time, I slam on to the ground and feel my leg pop out of place.

Fuck-

I lay on the ground in a daze, my leg dislocated. I can't move. I can't get up. Every inch of my body is screaming for help.

Oh God- It hurts so much.

I feel a sharp pain on my head as something grips me. The fabric turns to shreds as it peels off my face. I feel so dizzy and disoriented... All I can see is a figure standing in front of me.

"You were always so worthless and feeble... You could never beat us."

"Yeah well... Screw you..." I mumbled.

As I focus more, I notice that voice wasn't coming from the person in front of me. It was the one holding me up to see the figure who spoke.

Tendrils shoot out from the figure's arm and form a sharp object I can't identify. It lowers itself to my level as Venom pulls my head further back.

"You... You will die... Peter Parker..." they spoke, "this... This will be the last thing left... To show your surrender..."

It was what was left of my mask in it's sharp claws. It cackled and sighed.

Mustering the strength to speak, I ask, "Who are you... And what... Do you want with me?"

It grins vilely. "I'm the worst... Ugliest... Most horrific thing about... You. Everything you swore to never become... The thing that'll push you to your own death. I am not, however, the last thing you'll see... No. The last thing you'll see is your own... Broken... Hopeless face as the life drains from your body on to the ground... They will find you lifeless... drenched... In your own blood... Pills scattered... Note in hand explaining why you did it."

It nears itself towards my face. "We... Are... Carnage."

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