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“Please don’t eat me.” He backs up against the wall, staring at the- thing in front of him. His head is splitting with pain.
The creature shivers, as though it had felt that thought. “We will not eat you,” it rumbles.
He freezes. “You can talk?”
It is silent for a moment, the massive jaw moving, but no sound comes out. He stares at the needle sharp teeth, hypnotised. “Of course we can talk.” It says at last. “Eddie, please.”
It’s so soft, so trembling. It hurts coming from such a terrible creature. He grits his teeth and groans in pain as his head throbs in agony, like a hacksaw working in the back of his brain.
The creature tries to come closer, massive claws scraping the ground but he cringes back, pulling his knees up to his chin and it stops. “We won’t hurt you!” The creature wails. “We cannot hurt you.”
“Look at your teeth!” He wails. “You could- tear my head off with those!”
And just like that, the teeth are gone. The lean, dark head is now no more than two huge, blinking white eyes on the bullet-shaped skull. His breathing catches, a spear of pain flashing behind his eyes, but his death grip on his own knees relaxes a little. “And the claws?”
The claws vanish, and this time he can see them go. They melt back inside the creature, leaving the blunt nubs of fingers. he exhales slowly, letting his hands drop to the ground. “You’re still a bit big.” He feels a bit rude, a bit silly but his heart is still racing inside his chest, his head hammers with every beat, louder and agonisingly painful.
And the creature shrinks down to a lean, slippery snake-form, its toothless head perks up, eyes wide and desperate for approval- is this right? It’s this okay?
“Yeah.” He breathes. “You’re okay.” He reaches out a hand.
The creature starts forwards lightning fast- and stops dead as he jerks back. It wants to come to him, he can see it rippling with desperate want, but it holds itself back, moving very slowly and deliberately, little by little closing the gap between them.
And he- he wants it too. Every inch it moves closer he feel the pain build inside his head, splitting with pain, but somehow, he knows that it is the cure for the pain too. The creature shivers, hisses. “You’re hurting too?” He whispers and chokes as it finally comes close enough to touch.
His head feels like it’s cracking open, about to burst. His eyesight is fading in veils of red as he finally throws himself forwards, hands outstretched to find the threading coils of the creature-
And the world explodes in a supernova of white.
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Eddie’s head is raw. Not painful but full of fast-fading pain. He cracks an eye open and winces at the light- but that pain vanishes too.
He’s lying face down in the alleyway, a pool of foul-smelling vomit by his head where he must have thrown up at some point. Eddie sits up unsteadily and looks around.
Oh wow.
His motorbike is totaled, again. The whole front of it has been bashed in, wheels buckled almost triangular. Eddie can smell the petrol under the reek of vomit.
There’s a smear of blood against the far wall of the alley, the bricks badly cracked and crumbling. The fragments of his helmet are scattered across the tarmac. Eddie touches his head gingerly. His hair is sticky with blood, but the wound is long gone. “Vee?”
Eddie? Venom pulls out of him, eyes wide. “You know us?”
Eddie blinks. “Of course I know you, sweetheart. Did you hit your head?”
“No.” He can feel the surge of relief that runs through Venom at that. “You did.” Venom looks at the wall. That- really is a lot of blood. “You nearly died.” He murmurs.
“You saved me.” Eddie smiles, and gathers Venom into his arms. “Thank you, darling.” He kisses him.
Venom doesn’t move at first. “Do you remember what happened?”
Eddie pauses, tries to recall. Things are a little- uncertain. “We went out for dinner,” He starts, “We ate and- I don’t remember after that.”
“There was a cat.” Venom nuzzles him, “You tried to avoid it, and the bike crashed. You hit the wall.” He shudders. “There was- a lot of blood.”
“I’m fine, love.”
“I tried to heal you, but- you didn’t know us. You didn’t know you. You were scared of us.”
“Hey- no no.” Eddie kisses him again. “I love you.”
“You were gone.” Venom whispers, “You were alive but- gone anyway. You were lost.”
“And I’m right here now.” Eddie says firmly.
Finally, Venom nods. “You were bleeding in your brain. I fixed it and you woke up.”
“See, you saved me. I have the best husband, sexy and beautiful and a brain surgeon.” He kisses Venom again.
This time, he gets a weak chuckle, and Venom leans against him, huffing. “My husband thinks he can take down a wall with his head.”
“You knew I was a loser when you married me.”
That gets a proper laugh, and a warm kiss in return.
“Please don’t eat me.” He backs up against the wall, staring at the- thing in front of him. His head is splitting with pain.
The creature shivers, as though it had felt that thought. “We will not eat you,” it rumbles.
He freezes. “You can talk?”
It is silent for a moment, the massive jaw moving, but no sound comes out. He stares at the needle sharp teeth, hypnotised. “Of course we can talk.” It says at last. “Eddie, please.”
It’s so soft, so trembling. It hurts coming from such a terrible creature. He grits his teeth and groans in pain as his head throbs in agony, like a hacksaw working in the back of his brain.
The creature tries to come closer, massive claws scraping the ground but he cringes back, pulling his knees up to his chin and it stops. “We won’t hurt you!” The creature wails. “We cannot hurt you.”
“Look at your teeth!” He wails. “You could- tear my head off with those!”
And just like that, the teeth are gone. The lean, dark head is now no more than two huge, blinking white eyes on the bullet-shaped skull. His breathing catches, a spear of pain flashing behind his eyes, but his death grip on his own knees relaxes a little. “And the claws?”
The claws vanish, and this time he can see them go. They melt back inside the creature, leaving the blunt nubs of fingers. he exhales slowly, letting his hands drop to the ground. “You’re still a bit big.” He feels a bit rude, a bit silly but his heart is still racing inside his chest, his head hammers with every beat, louder and agonisingly painful.
And the creature shrinks down to a lean, slippery snake-form, its toothless head perks up, eyes wide and desperate for approval- is this right? It’s this okay?
“Yeah.” He breathes. “You’re okay.” He reaches out a hand.
The creature starts forwards lightning fast- and stops dead as he jerks back. It wants to come to him, he can see it rippling with desperate want, but it holds itself back, moving very slowly and deliberately, little by little closing the gap between them.
And he- he wants it too. Every inch it moves closer he feel the pain build inside his head, splitting with pain, but somehow, he knows that it is the cure for the pain too. The creature shivers, hisses. “You’re hurting too?” He whispers and chokes as it finally comes close enough to touch.
His head feels like it’s cracking open, about to burst. His eyesight is fading in veils of red as he finally throws himself forwards, hands outstretched to find the threading coils of the creature-
And the world explodes in a supernova of white.
——————————————————————————————–
Eddie’s head is raw. Not painful but full of fast-fading pain. He cracks an eye open and winces at the light- but that pain vanishes too.
He’s lying face down in the alleyway, a pool of foul-smelling vomit by his head where he must have thrown up at some point. Eddie sits up unsteadily and looks around.
Oh wow.
His motorbike is totaled, again. The whole front of it has been bashed in, wheels buckled almost triangular. Eddie can smell the petrol under the reek of vomit.
There’s a smear of blood against the far wall of the alley, the bricks badly cracked and crumbling. The fragments of his helmet are scattered across the tarmac. Eddie touches his head gingerly. His hair is sticky with blood, but the wound is long gone. “Vee?”
Eddie? Venom pulls out of him, eyes wide. “You know us?”
Eddie blinks. “Of course I know you, sweetheart. Did you hit your head?”
“No.” He can feel the surge of relief that runs through Venom at that. “You did.” Venom looks at the wall. That- really is a lot of blood. “You nearly died.” He murmurs.
“You saved me.” Eddie smiles, and gathers Venom into his arms. “Thank you, darling.” He kisses him.
Venom doesn’t move at first. “Do you remember what happened?”
Eddie pauses, tries to recall. Things are a little- uncertain. “We went out for dinner,” He starts, “We ate and- I don’t remember after that.”
“There was a cat.” Venom nuzzles him, “You tried to avoid it, and the bike crashed. You hit the wall.” He shudders. “There was- a lot of blood.”
“I’m fine, love.”
“I tried to heal you, but- you didn’t know us. You didn’t know you. You were scared of us.”
“Hey- no no.” Eddie kisses him again. “I love you.”
“You were gone.” Venom whispers, “You were alive but- gone anyway. You were lost.”
“And I’m right here now.” Eddie says firmly.
Finally, Venom nods. “You were bleeding in your brain. I fixed it and you woke up.”
“See, you saved me. I have the best husband, sexy and beautiful and a brain surgeon.” He kisses Venom again.
This time, he gets a weak chuckle, and Venom leans against him, huffing. “My husband thinks he can take down a wall with his head.”
“You knew I was a loser when you married me.”
That gets a proper laugh, and a warm kiss in return.