Wet. Cold. Frost. Few words the symbiote had adopted since the day it landed on this strange world. <div><br></div><div>As it silently slumped along down a gutter, watching as these 'humans' casually progressed through their daily lives. The rain, pouring heavily upon this concrete encased land, it imagined itself 'sneeze' as it recalled the events and encounters it had experienced since its inhabitants of this world.</div><div><br></div><div><div>The first being Eddie Brock. Eddie was a strange host to begin with, a simple man driven by the need for revenge. Yet their bond seemed to be the strongest it had ever experienced, and the two became a force of immeasurable power and rage. Unfortunately, their bond never did become... 'Whole' I suppose, being the appropriate word. And in the end, all he got was cancer. Only by sheer amount of luck (and a 'new' symbiote) did he survive. </div></div><div><br></div><div><i style="font-weight: bold; ">~How is he, I wander?..~ </i>it thought, before being showered by a wave of rain water. Brought upon by a speeding taxi. 'Sniffeling' it slithered over the pavement and into a dreary alleyway. As it did so, ithe symbiote pondered over it's next host... Ann Weyying.</div><div><br></div><div>Such an innocent woman, it remembered the first time it layed 'tendril' on her. And though their time was brief, the symbiote could remember everything they had experienced.</div><div><br></div><div>The fear she felt as it touched her 'cold' skin. The comfort she felt as she looked into Eddie's eyes. The pleasure she enjoyed it caressed her skin. And the despair, as she flung herself from that roof... And to her death.</div><div><br></div><div><i style="font-weight: bold; ">~*sigh* She didn't deserve it~ </i>the symbiote contemplated, if only she were a little stronger. </div><div><br></div><div>The symbiote then scurried up the wall of the tight alleyway. Just as two figures slowly strolled down it. As it reached the roof of the building, rain letting up only just. It's mind slowly drifted to Flash Thompson. </div><div><br></div><div>A young soldier, bravely fighting for his country. Before losing both his legs in battle. At this point, the symbiote's 'life' had begun to... Change. Whether or if it was because it grew tired of it's rage, or simply because it had grown 'soft'. It impacted him greatly.</div><div><br></div><div>As the symbiote stared out into the vast city. Its wonders and woes all laid out for all to see. Only one name had stood out amongst the rest...</div><div><br></div><div><b><i>~... Peter Parker...~ </i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div>The very first host the symbiote had ever had. The first to find it. Exploit it. Then reject it and cast it out into this cruel ungrateful world. Only to be further used and abused by multiple hosts. Many unworthy to be called even that. And if that weren't enough, through 'his' actions caused the creation of many more creations of symbiotes. With Carnage and Toxic to name a few.</div><div><br></div><div>Yet through all this, the symbiote still felt... 'Connected' to him. Like a thirst that could never be sated without him. And it would drive the symbiote mad! If only he had accepted the other. If only he had embraced them, bonded with them. They would have been invincible, powerful beyond compare. They would rule this world, and love every second of it! If the symbiote had cheeks, they would be red as cherries.</div><div><br></div><div>Now look, reduced to nothing but a parasite. Feeding of the adrenaline of humans for only a few hours. Fear of reducing them to bones, or worse. Starved. Cold. Weak. Despised by all, yet sought after just as much. Well, enough is enough!! The symbiote would take matters into it's own tendrils. No more would it be treated like some toy, from now on it would do as it pleased. It would change those it sought to corrupt. Morphing their bodies and minds into what it saw fit. Breaking their minds, reducing them as they did to it. </div><div><br></div><div>And as the world fell into it's web of darkness, and none were left. It would take Peter. Taint and corrupt those he loved. Have them break and toil with his heart. And when his mind was nothing more than shattered pieces of hope. It would be there. Picking up the pieces. And, create something truly magnificent...</div><div><br></div><div><b><i>~Ready or not, here WE come... OUR little ssspider...~</i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div>With an ear-piercing screech, the symbiote set off on it's quest. Feuled by a new flame, it knew it would enjoy this very much...</div>
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