The Symbiote Brothers

Chapter 2: Damian's Bright Idea

        The night we found that glass container, I couldn't sleep. I tried to end the day and enter the dreaming realm, but that was not for me tonight. I just couldn't stop thinking about that thing. What was it? Why was it alive? Why did it try to jump and attack us? So many questions and my mind was an endless machine, generating more and more questions for my brain to think on. I sat up, and decided to do some research. I sat at my desk, and quietly opened my laptop. It booted up, and I waited a minute for it to warm up. I clicked on the Google Chrome icon and went straight to Google. I typed up all sorts of words that described the thing in the container, but nothing came up. This was going to be one hopeless search!

        When the school bell rang at 9 a.m., I was ready to drop dead. I didn't get any results about the thing, and I didn't get a minute of sleep. As Trent walked in, he tried to act as if yesterday didn't happen. "Hey Fa-- yikes! You look like death, dude." I didn't say a word as my head hit the lockers. Damian rolled into school with a stupid grin on his face. When he got to me and Trent, he looked at me and his smile faded. "Dude, what happened to you? You look like breathing roadkill. Did you study for some pop quiz in Mr. Khatzi's class?" He chuckled, then stopped to think a moment. "There isn't a pop quiz today, is there? Is there???"

        "If either Fang or I knew, we wouldn't have to tell you. What were you doing last night, Fang? Seriously, you look like something the cat dragged in, ate, vomited, tossed around like yarn, ate again, and left in the litter box."

"Nice Analogy, Trent. This is why you have soooo many girls at your beck and call." Damian rolled his eyes in obvious sarcasm. I noticed his backpack jolt slightly, but I thought nothing of it.

"If you both must know, I was up last night looking up that thing we found. I found no trace of it, whatsoever. No records, history, nothing. I don't like it, and the sooner we get rid of it, the better." Damian's backpack jolted again, and I looked at it. "Damin." I looked at him with a strict face. "What's in your bag?"

        "Nothing. I don't know what you mean." His bag jolted again, clear as day this time, and he sighed. "Alright, alright. After you both left, I may or may not have went back, to get the thing and I might've or might not have taken it hom with me, last night." He chuckled nervously, as the halls started to empty. Trent wasn't always one to quickly resort to anger and violence, but he did whenever Damian pissed him off badly enough. "Even after I said to leave it there... you went behind our backs, and TOOK THAT THING HOME WITH YOU?!"

"Easy, Trent, easy! It's harmless, relax! Look, I'll show you." He reached for his bag zipper, but Trent smacked him behind the head. "I don't want to see it! I want it gone, and so does Fang! Get rid of it Damian, or I will get rid of it and you!" Trent grabbed his stuff and stormed off to class, completely pissed about the whole thing. Damian looked at me. "Can you believe him? He just doesn't see oppurtunity clearly." I shook my head. "I don't want it, either, Damian. Get rid of it before it kills every one of us, in our sleep." I grabbed my stuff and headed to my next class. 

        After school, Trent didn't even look at Damian. Damian was holding the glass container in his hands, and he ran up to me. "Hey, listen. I know Trent's pissed at me, but I need you to convince him that we can do some cool stuff with this thing. Just talk to him."

"Are you out of your mind?? I don't want that thing near me, either."

"Please, dude! Just do it." I groaned and agreed to do it. Once we got to our hideout, Damian put the container on the cooler. "Now, watch. I did this last night." Damian removed the top of the container, and the thing crawled out. Trent and I both jolted back, but it crawled onto Damian's hand like a tame pet tarantula. "See, harmless. It's fine, and it won't kill us." He let it crawl to us, and it stopped jsut at out feet. "What's it gonna do?" Damian shrugged. "It usually just cralws on my hand, and that's it. Never really know what else it can do." The thing separated into three separate entities, one for each of us. After they crawled onto us all, each of us with our own little goop entitiy, even Trent chuckled. "Alright, I will admit that this is pretty cool."

"Just think. We could get some serious cash, just by putting this guys in their own little show. WE'd be rich, thanks to these guys." We heard cops coming, and we hid down with out gopps. A cop patrol drove by, looking for some crazed scientist. "Another patrol? These scientists are getting out of hand. What do you think it was for, this time?" I shrugged, but the goops all twitched and freaked out. "What are they doing??"

        "I don't know! They never did this, before. Calm down, just calm down. It'll be fine, it was just some friendly cops." The goop on Trent's shoulder seemed to crawl to his chest, and bite down hard." Ahh!" Damian's goop did the same to his head, "Ow! What the?!" aMne bit deep into my shoulder. As the pain set in, it looked like they began to grow over us. "Damian! This is your faul--" Trent's sentence went unfinished, as the goop grew over his entire body. "It's gonna eat us!" Damian's goop grew over him, and mine did the same. Once it reached my head, I saw nothing but black. I thought the worst case scenario, and I was sure that I was dead. When I was able to see again, I was being suspended over a building, in the middle of the city at night. If I wasn't dead yet, I would be in a second.