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(My contribution to the ‘Fuck You Cates’ movement.)
The man’s fist smashes the boy’s face and Eddie cries out. Venom rears inside him at the shock of adrenaline and they lunge. The man’s eyes widen, his mouth opens in shock- but they’re too fast, it’s too late.
Their teeth snap tight and blood erupts in Eddie’s mouth. It tastes almost familiar, somehow, but Eddie puts that down to having eaten far too many people. The boy screams and hurls himself backwards as they chew down through the man’s spine and feed.
There’s a flare of pain suddenly, something sharp and grinding latching onto their shoulder. They snarl, drop the twitching remains of the guy and turn to face this new threat-
It’s a dog. Heavy and black and- wrong. Saliva and blood drips from its jaws, eyes empty and white and- Eddie feels something clench, stiff and horrible, in his stomach. Vee?
Symbiote. Venom growls, and any more is lost as the dog leaps at them. Venom catches it in mid-air and oh, so close Eddie can’t pretend it away because he knows those eyes. Sees them every day, in the mirror, in his arms. No- he whispers.
No! Venom roars. Look at it! Mindless! Worthless! Cheap knock off! And eats the symbiote-dog.
It tastes of nothing- or rather, they can’t taste it. For the same reason they can’t smell it either. It squirms through their teeth, wriggles down into their stomach and finally- finally stops. The relief they feels isn’t all theirs.
Eddie stumbles as Venom washes back into himself and it’s a terrible fight not to be sick all over the ground. The boy is huddled as far away from them as he can get, staring at them with wide eyes. Eddie wipes the blood and- other stuff, from the dog- off his mouth. “Hey.” He crouches, trying not to look too horrible. “You okay?”
The boy stares at them. “You’re Venom?” He whispers.
Wow, they’re famous. “Yeah.” Eddie gives him a reassuring smile- then realises he’s gone bits of flesh stuck between his teeth. Venom pulls free from his shoulder. We are Venom, he agrees.
“I thought-” the boy looks at the remains of the guy. “He said he was Venom.”
Oh. Eddie probably should have seen something like this coming. Copy-cat killers, but the symbiote-
Life industries, Venom says thoughtfully. They had our genetic material. It would not have been hard to make a copy. He looks in disgust at the smear of black that’s all that’s left of the dog. Inferior garbage.
Boy boy’s mouth trembles, he wipes furiously at the tears seeping through his swollen eyelid. “I thought- he said he was my brother- I believed him-”
“Brother?” Eddie shifts a bit closer.
The boy doesn’t move away. “I’m Dylan. Dylan Brock. He lied.” Eddie’s heart hurts at the sheer betrayal in that voice. He closes the last few feet, and the boy doesn’t struggle as he puts an arm around his shoulders.
“Hey, hey. I don’t know who the fuck that was. Some fucked up pervert, probably.” The boy shudders and- okay, not the best idea to comfort an abused kid. “But, I’m Eddie Brock. The real one. You can check me up online if you don’t believe me.”
The boy gives a weak smile, leans into the half hug. “I saw you on the show. You look like him. He-” a glance at the half-eaten body. “He said he dyed his hair, grew the beard. He had the symbiote and I thought-” Eddie hugs him closer at the note of self-hatred in his voice.
“That’s pretty convincing.” He says steadily. “I mean, that might even convince me, and there’s a pretty big problem with that.” Success! He gets a weak smile. “I never had a brother before but- hey we all have to start somewhere.”
He feels the boy slowly relax, little by little. “You sound a lot more like him.” He turns to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder, then flinches as his wounded eye brushes over Eddie’s jacket.
“Hey hey, wait a sec-” Venom doesn’t need prompting, washing over Eddie’s arm and over Dylan’s face, soaking into his skin. “You hurt anywhere else?”
He lifts his arm. “Dad.” He says simply.
“Fucker.” Eddie grits his teeth. God, he’d been bad enough with Eddie, but if he’s actually graduated to hurting his kids- Venom squeezes him gently, and turns to ease the bruised bones, the aching tendons.
“I wanted him to help.” He lets out his breath. “I thought- he was Venom, he could kill Dad. Make him stop for good.” His mouth thins, “He looked- bored. He didn’t give a fuck-”
“Hey.” Eddie looks at him, keeps looking until Dylan lifts his head and meets his eyes. “There are assholes in the world. And I’m so fucking sorry you met so many of them. But Vee and I? We eat the assholes.”
The boy’s eyes are uncertain. After all of this, he’s wary to trust again.
“So how about you take us to daddy dearest, and Vee and I get an after-dinner snack, okay?”
Finally, he gets a real smile and the boy gets up. “Now?”
“Now.”
(My contribution to the ‘Fuck You Cates’ movement.)
The man’s fist smashes the boy’s face and Eddie cries out. Venom rears inside him at the shock of adrenaline and they lunge. The man’s eyes widen, his mouth opens in shock- but they’re too fast, it’s too late.
Their teeth snap tight and blood erupts in Eddie’s mouth. It tastes almost familiar, somehow, but Eddie puts that down to having eaten far too many people. The boy screams and hurls himself backwards as they chew down through the man’s spine and feed.
There’s a flare of pain suddenly, something sharp and grinding latching onto their shoulder. They snarl, drop the twitching remains of the guy and turn to face this new threat-
It’s a dog. Heavy and black and- wrong. Saliva and blood drips from its jaws, eyes empty and white and- Eddie feels something clench, stiff and horrible, in his stomach. Vee?
Symbiote. Venom growls, and any more is lost as the dog leaps at them. Venom catches it in mid-air and oh, so close Eddie can’t pretend it away because he knows those eyes. Sees them every day, in the mirror, in his arms. No- he whispers.
No! Venom roars. Look at it! Mindless! Worthless! Cheap knock off! And eats the symbiote-dog.
It tastes of nothing- or rather, they can’t taste it. For the same reason they can’t smell it either. It squirms through their teeth, wriggles down into their stomach and finally- finally stops. The relief they feels isn’t all theirs.
Eddie stumbles as Venom washes back into himself and it’s a terrible fight not to be sick all over the ground. The boy is huddled as far away from them as he can get, staring at them with wide eyes. Eddie wipes the blood and- other stuff, from the dog- off his mouth. “Hey.” He crouches, trying not to look too horrible. “You okay?”
The boy stares at them. “You’re Venom?” He whispers.
Wow, they’re famous. “Yeah.” Eddie gives him a reassuring smile- then realises he’s gone bits of flesh stuck between his teeth. Venom pulls free from his shoulder. We are Venom, he agrees.
“I thought-” the boy looks at the remains of the guy. “He said he was Venom.”
Oh. Eddie probably should have seen something like this coming. Copy-cat killers, but the symbiote-
Life industries, Venom says thoughtfully. They had our genetic material. It would not have been hard to make a copy. He looks in disgust at the smear of black that’s all that’s left of the dog. Inferior garbage.
Boy boy’s mouth trembles, he wipes furiously at the tears seeping through his swollen eyelid. “I thought- he said he was my brother- I believed him-”
“Brother?” Eddie shifts a bit closer.
The boy doesn’t move away. “I’m Dylan. Dylan Brock. He lied.” Eddie’s heart hurts at the sheer betrayal in that voice. He closes the last few feet, and the boy doesn’t struggle as he puts an arm around his shoulders.
“Hey, hey. I don’t know who the fuck that was. Some fucked up pervert, probably.” The boy shudders and- okay, not the best idea to comfort an abused kid. “But, I’m Eddie Brock. The real one. You can check me up online if you don’t believe me.”
The boy gives a weak smile, leans into the half hug. “I saw you on the show. You look like him. He-” a glance at the half-eaten body. “He said he dyed his hair, grew the beard. He had the symbiote and I thought-” Eddie hugs him closer at the note of self-hatred in his voice.
“That’s pretty convincing.” He says steadily. “I mean, that might even convince me, and there’s a pretty big problem with that.” Success! He gets a weak smile. “I never had a brother before but- hey we all have to start somewhere.”
He feels the boy slowly relax, little by little. “You sound a lot more like him.” He turns to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder, then flinches as his wounded eye brushes over Eddie’s jacket.
“Hey hey, wait a sec-” Venom doesn’t need prompting, washing over Eddie’s arm and over Dylan’s face, soaking into his skin. “You hurt anywhere else?”
He lifts his arm. “Dad.” He says simply.
“Fucker.” Eddie grits his teeth. God, he’d been bad enough with Eddie, but if he’s actually graduated to hurting his kids- Venom squeezes him gently, and turns to ease the bruised bones, the aching tendons.
“I wanted him to help.” He lets out his breath. “I thought- he was Venom, he could kill Dad. Make him stop for good.” His mouth thins, “He looked- bored. He didn’t give a fuck-”
“Hey.” Eddie looks at him, keeps looking until Dylan lifts his head and meets his eyes. “There are assholes in the world. And I’m so fucking sorry you met so many of them. But Vee and I? We eat the assholes.”
The boy’s eyes are uncertain. After all of this, he’s wary to trust again.
“So how about you take us to daddy dearest, and Vee and I get an after-dinner snack, okay?”
Finally, he gets a real smile and the boy gets up. “Now?”
“Now.”