Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

We, are Venom.

A/N: Hey frosties! How have you been? So this is one of my shorter fics but concise. Also one of my favorite pieces to write. I was going for a darker settling as well as tres to write a badass fight scene, which you can be the judge of. Try and envision the setting as a dark, raining alleyway kind of like from the trailer of Titans (the one where the guy I think robin goes fuck batman). I hope y'all enjoy this!!!
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A hooded figure lurked through a dark alleyway, hands buried in hoodie pockets with a dipped head, and sure-moving, rapid footsteps. His innocent chocolate-colored irises glistened with evil’s aura as dancing pellets of Mother Nature’s tears sparkled in his eye of vision. 

His footsteps sloshed against the aqueous substance, vibratious sound increasing as a smirk creeped over his features. 

A silky voice parcelled in his ear, “Peter,...something’s coming.” The words together were laced delicately, like the web of a spider, and were all that it took for adrenaline to course through Peter’s veins. 

The teenager merely nodded, spraying glistening droplets off his camouflaging hood. He rasped as slim fingers curled into fists that packed far more than a punch speaking thinly through a coy smirk, “Good. Let them come.”

Peter couldn’t see the voice that was buried deep in his blood, but he knew he was smirking as well, suspicions were confirmed when the voice let out a hum in agreement, “Then tonight, we shall feast upon the plagued souls that roam our infested world. The Avengers are long gone, leaving more fun for us.”

The sound of a cocked gun silenced the voice. A gruff voice aired out behind the boy who used to be Peter Parker, “Hey, you! Give me everything you got! Phone, wallet, anything, and everything!” He mimicked consolation as he longingly spoke, “I would hate to use this gun on you.

Peter sucked in a breath as he slowly turned to face the robber, fist-curled hands seeping out of his pocket, one twitch away from taking a fighting stance. His spine straightened, and the impeding water droplets only rained harder between the two humans. 

Peter darkly chuckled as he noticed the gun pointed at him, “Oh, I’ll give you everything alright.” He launched himself towards the man pointing the gun, round-house kicking him in the ankle while at the same time kicking the gun out of is filth-infested hand and sent it flying a few feet away. The man grimanced as the crack of bone echoed through the air, before jutting a fist that Peter easily dodged. 

Peter shook his head, hood falling off his head to reveal his identity as raindrops poured over his locks of curls. He tilted his head with a sneer, “That was pathetic.” He quickly drove his fist into the man’s abdomen, punching him harder with full strength, sending the stunned man colliding into a wall. 

The man, agape asked in a wavering tone, “I, I’ve seen you before. You’re Spiderman!” His words died away as a gruesome realization came over him, “Killer of Mysterio.”

Peter’s facial expression contorted into one of pure loathe, “Fuck Mysterio.”

His dewy cream-colored skin began to glisten as an inky hue began to outline his veins, and disheveled chestnut-colored locks of hair pulled away as the same black overtook Peter. Ink black tattooing over hooded limbs forced a strangled sound to escape choked lips, as web-laced fangs protruded with a snakelike tongue. Within a few moments, a slimy black crawled all over Peter’s thin frame, and out emerged a blavk, menacing creature often envisioned in fantasies gone corrupt. 

The visual horror only increased as the creature opened its mouth to reveal two rows of pearl-white fangs and made a slurping sound as it licked it’s lips, eyeing it’s cowering prey hungrily. The man shrank back in fear, watching in disgust as human flesh transformed into a creature of the night. Chills racing down the man’s spine, he asked with pupils blown ablaze, “What, what are you?”

The creature tsked as it stlaked to the trembling man and bent over, latching and locking down on him, and swallowed the vermin whole. He stood up tall, half his face showing Peter’s and breathed,

“We, are Venom.”

A/N: pls leave a comment about how you liked this fic, I tried to make it as descriptive as possible. I wasn't really sure how to write the transformation of Peter to venom, but hey, I tried. Did you guys like the fight scene? Pls pls pls leave a comment on your thoughts about this fic as well as a vote! If you guys could get this chapter to a haunted votes that would be awesome! And might get my writing motivation back to!

Peace out!

-Sarah