Location: Alistar’s Hideout
An empty blackness stared back at Venom through the barrels of the two guns. Slowly, almost cobra-like she turned to face the man.
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2 minutes earlier…
Having embraced the Venom persona, she swung, almost bungee jumped through the old building. Rooms and hallways flew by faster than she could appreciate the architecture. A sudden feeling in her body - no, the Symbiote – made her stop. Standing in the middle of a dining hall, Venom put her guard down. Long tables filled the room with multiple chairs accompanying them, and the shadows hid the old wallpaper well. Venom had a clear view up on the railing on the next floor. There too had once sit people eating, enjoying themselves. It worked as a ceiling for about two thirds of the floor she was currently on, so that the ones dining there could look down on the ones sitting in the middle. Venom stopped admiring the dim lit place and asked:
“What is it?”“The smell … the taste …” a voice replied inside her. Sounding raspy, almost snake-like. The Symbiote.
“My final piece. It’s here.”Venom remembered her research, how she too had recorded and concluded that the Symbiote was incomplete. She could still recite the words in her head.
“This liquid, biological organism, this Symbiote, seems ancient. Its cells, its very matter shows neither signs of mutation or growth. Some foreign nature designed it to be perfect. Like the Great white shark, it has never had to evolve. It is the top predator of any world. Yet, the thing is always moving, always changing. Like a living puzzle looking for the final piece.”Now her theory got confirmation, not from a scientist, but from the very experiment itself. There was a dry smell of moth in the air, but Venom only cared about one thing:
“This is what you’ve been missing. The Piece?”“Indeed. But you’ve been more than enough compensation, my dear.”“You mean: feeding on me has been more than enough compensation, right?” she said.
“Now, now, don’t be overly dramatic. You are so much more than this mere shrapnel."“How can this so-called Piece even have survived? It will have had to mutate somehow. Change, maybe with the help of Hammer Tech. My point is if this Symbiote has mutated, it might be more powerful than you.”“Do not be smart with me, little girl. There’s nothing more powerful than me in the Universe. I am pure Klyntar.”Venom click her tongue and wonder how much she could trust the word of an intergalactic parasite, while the thing continued:
“Whatever failures the future holds will be because of your weaknesses. This little, tainted, weakened Piece belongs to me and I intend to absorb it when it shows itself. That is the reason we are here.”“We are here to apprehend criminals. To do good.”“So you think it’s a coincidence that we just happened to land in the one place that houses another Symbiote? You believe it was you who got the idea to steal Oscorp tech, transform it and then swing to this very place? You are under the belief that you are the master of your own fate?”“You’re lying. I-I am in control. I chose to…” Venom stopped as a sinister laughter echoed in her head. Suddenly the liquid layer covering her face seemed to make it hard to breath. She peeled it back, and Gwen was the one who peeked out. Little, innocent Gwen who got a nosebleed just by thinking of punching someone. She gasped for air while a scary thought plagued her mind.
Why am I even doing this? Oh god, what have I done to myself? This isn’t me. The tattoo, the anger … it … it …Then footsteps approached, and Gwen lost her line of thought. As Finnlay surprised her she was no longer Gwen. The Symbiote mask on her face, the black hood on her head. No, definitely not Gwen. At least not the old one whom had just showed weakness and doubt in the middle of a war zone.
“This is a time of sheep, and we need to be wolves,” the Symbiote proclaimed in her ear.
An empty blackness stared back at Venom through the barrels of the two guns Finnlay pointed.
Slowly, almost cobra-like she turned to face the man.
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Who the hell are you.” he asked.
“We … no, I am Venom.” She had to correct herself there. For some reason the word
we had felt so natural to say. Equally surprising was how cold her voice had gotten. She tipped her head slightly and raised her arms. But midway through, and with the speed of a cheetah, she fired web from her wrists. Both shots hit his wrists, sticking to them and pushing them to each side. Venom pulled and then used the momentum to launch strait at him, feet first.
Finnlay was surprised to see these web like projectiles being shot at him along with the voice that almost sounded demonic and evil that he forgot the concept of dodging until Venoms feet had already been planted in his chest sending him flying. Jumping up to his feet he saw Venom rushing at him leaving no time to rest. Putting his guns away for now he focused on dodging most of its swing until he saw an opening and punched right in its gut. To his horror however his punch did almost nothing as his fist was stopped by a kind of black liquid that looked to be going from the suit. Looking up at the creature’s face he saw a slight smirk through the mask that unsettled him.
“Well shit.” Was all he was able to say until he was again hit across the room rolling across the floor.
Even with the helmet on, it was easy to see how pissed Finnlay was at how the fight was going so far. Cracking his neck he glared at this so called Venom
“Ok then. Let's get serious!” as he finished he grabbed his pistols firing at Venom dodging every time Venom got close to him. Most of the shots missed but he did manage to ping the figures shoulder before it trapped his hands in webbing again. With unholy speed Venom launched herself at him again only to hear
“not this time.” as she passed straight through him this time.
In a firework of dust and splinters a surprised Venom collided with a table and took a good, violent roll over it before slamming her head against the edge of another.
What … the … actualy fu-Some red-hot lead interrupted her thought. Having lost her momentum, she was suddenly grounded and a much easier target. She moved her head just in time to feel a forceful bullet pass right by. She jumped to the right and had another grace her hip. Through a whole cascade of firing Venom danced around before finally getting back into the air. She leaped off the wall, swung up high and witnessed her opponent becoming less precise.
Yep, better not become grounded again, she reminded herself, as she embraced her chance to retaliate. Through a series of air-gymnastics, Venom shot her web at one of the heavy tables on the 1. floor and pulled it up. In one hand she swung herself around, the other held on to a long web-line attached to the table. Then she threw the hefty furniture right down at him.
The thing missed him by inches when it crashed down and forced him to jump out of the way.
Venom was not one to rest on her triumphs and immediately regained some speed, picked up another table mid-air and tossed it back down. This one didn’t get as close, but did manage to keep Finnlay busy dodging. Swing after swing, table after table she rained down death upon him until there was next to no tables left on the upper floor. That’s when she shot out webs at two different tables, one for each hand, used the thrust to lift them off the ground and then came down with both of them right on the guy.
Smoke, dust and debris erupted from what could only be described as a wooden explosion.
Bullseye!Venom breathed a sigh of relief and placed herself on the railing above the graveyard of tables. Her reprieve was short lived, however, as Finnlay revealed himself standing right at the impact in smoke-form.
“Oh, come on!” she shouted out before a bullet send her flying backwards. A white glowing pain erupted right in the center of her chest and all she could do was get into a fetal position.
“Get up, little girl. You are bulletproof remember,” the Symbiote whispered in her ear.
“Yeah well, being bulletproof hurts like hell,” she responded with what little air she had left, before jumping back to her feet.
“You know that smoke-crap is getting old real fast!” This time the words were directed at her opponent, and she figuratively threw them out with the same force as the tables had come down with.
It seemed like the other was doing a much needed reload down below her on the main floor.
“What have you guys been doing to attract the authorities anyway? Robbing banks, or is it the good ol’ world domination-thing? Because that always ends up so well for people like you.”Finnlay wasn’t to surprised at how fast Venom had gotten up from the shot to the chest as she had demonstrated that this suit could protect quite well, but he could see that it must have hurt her. As he slipped in the mags to his pistols he knew he didn't have many left and would need to end this fast unless he wanted to try and fight it with his chain but who knew how well that would go. At hearing the question he was slightly confused. Surely she had to be here with the agents. Shaking it off he figured she must have just been a curious mercenary they hired to take on supers like himself.
“Don't compare me to lowly criminals like that. I've never hurt a man who didn't deserve it.” he yelled from his position behind a flipped table.
“Id figure you would know considering your here helping those damn bastards, then again i guess your lot only care about money.” apparently she had taken offense to that as he felt the table being pulled away from him before being thrown right back at.
“Oh. did I strike a nerve?” he said in a sarcastic tone rolling out of the way of the table while taking another shot at Venom. The two continued to dance around the room dodging whatever the other would throw at the other. Finnlay was able to dodge the series of chairs, tables, and a assortment of other furniture being hurled at him all while Venom flipped around the room narrowly dodging gunshot after gunshot.
Venom shot a web at Finn’s feet forcing him to jump to avoid being looked in place which would surely be a death sentence. Unfortunately Venom had been waiting for that as a large table came crashing into him while he was in mid air sending him flying into the back wall with the table. To Venom's surprise there was no smoke figure of Finnlay to be seen as she began to walk towards it believing she had one. Moving closer she could see the prone figure of Finnlay under shattered pieces of the table. As she stood over top of him triumphantly Finnlay's eyes under his mask shot open as his smoke from positioned himself right in front of her bringing his pistol right up to the bottom of her mouth in blinding speed. Even under the mask he thought he could see a look of horror. He could tell she was mostly bullet proof but this at the very least hurt like hell if not kill her. The look of horror however would switch to Finnlay's face as when he pulled to trigger to end the fight for good all that was heard was a click of an empty magazine.
Both figures stood still for a moment as the sound seemed to be deafening to them both. To Finnlay it meant that he was no down his weapons and appeared to have no way to beat this person. For Venom it showed that Finnlay was playing for keeps and was fully prepared to kill to win if need be. Half way through the thoughts Finnlay was grabbed by the jacket and hurled over the railing crashing down onto the main floor next to the reception desk. Looking up he saw Venom land with ease across from him. He slowly began to stand up feeling all the pain wash over him from the constant fighting and running he had been doing for a full 24 hours. He knew he couldn't run with out getting caught in one of those webs again and he couldn't keep up fighting like this much longer. as he was thinking this he heard someone drop in right behind him.
"So what is going on in here? Am I missing a party? Maybe a meet and greet? We are Sliver, the silvery or white and black clad super hero!" the masked intruder said, while he looked around.
A pissed off Venom approached with furious speed. A thousand worlds of combat experienced didn’t help squat, when you were just a naive city girl at the steering wheel. She had almost met a very pathetic end at the hands of Finnlay.
Now his conspirator had arrived.
Venom was just a few steps from the both of them and almost jumped right up in their faces, but then stopped and took a look at the newly arrived guy in white and black.
I wonder if he always introduces himself like that when entering a room? Or maybe he just bumped his head real hard? Seems kinda random to act like that.The Symbiote answered her thoughts:
“It’s the Piece. My missing Piece. It has consumed his mind. Made him a vegetable. Overconfidence is another side-effect. Don’t worry, someone pure like me doesn’t come with that. Strike him down now and you might be able to save the host. Trust me.”“That’s just it … I don’t,” Venom mumbled back before returning to the two guys.
“Alright, you two so-called heroes. Move a muscle, and I’ll be a real nasty dentist, get it? Now, I’m no mercenary. I’m someone who politely ask people like you to turn themselves in, or get turned inside out and then turned in. So, if you are not criminals, you have a funny way of showing it. How about pleading your case in court, if you are so pure-hearted, cause the authorities are clearly after you."
