A/N: Everyone's making a jump for the Venom train with the new movie now out. And being the hardcore Marvel/Venom fan I am, I couldn't help but join in as well. And with the category still new to the site, it could use a bit more variety in terms of crossovers. And thus, this gem here was born!

Sit back, relax, and let's let the good times roll!

(Disclaimer: I own nothing)

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"Everyone's got their thing. Maybe it's a break up. A death. An accident. Whatever it is, you used to be one thing, now...you're something else."

"I used to think that my life would always remain the same. Same job, same day to day events week after week. But the funny thing about life is that it can drastically change in almost an instant. And before you know it, the day to day you've become so used to goes right out the window and you find yourself on the run."

"In the end, we all have our own problems. Our own issues."

"Our own...DEMONS."

X

The hot, late afternoon sun beat down on the deck of the small cruise liner as it made its journey. The South-China sea was certainly a sight to behold, with its crystal clear waters and beautiful views that made those passing through think about paradise.

It almost makes you forget that you are venturing deep into territory belonging to pirates. traffickers and smugglers. Unless you're more aware of where you're going unlike many others who are too enraptured by the sights.

On the main deck, a lone man stood toward the stern and watching the churning waters pass beneath the ship as it cut through the sea. To the crew and the other passengers he looked a bit out of place, being the only American traveling with them to their destination.

He wore a black t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans and combat boots with a tan complexion that showed off a strong build. A pair of dark eyes remained focused on the water below, but wasn't really seeing it while a warm breeze blew through his short, spiked black hair.

Sean Mason was lost in his thoughts, thinking back over the last year and recalling the series of events that led to this point. The 25 year old had been through more in the last few months than what many would have considered normal for most.

His life was pretty basic, and he was doing well for himself. Nothing that really stood out...then he got a job as a security guard for some big corporation that was making great strides in the medical and genetic fields.

At first things were great. Good pay with benefits and all he had to do was keep an eye on things...if he had known then what he knew now, he wouldn't have taken the damn job.

"I disagree." a dark, demonic voice said from the deep recesses of his mind.

Sean rolled his eyes, "Maybe, but with what's happened you can't blame me for second guessing past decisions."

"Is our bonding one of those decisions?" asked the voice.

"You certainly don't make it easy at times, but no." said Sean. "At least neither of us are alone in this." the voice hummed in agreement before going silent. It was many of the reasons why he chose to be alone, it wasn't like he cared about what others thought of him, but seeing someone talking to themselves would raise too many red flags.

The voice in his head was an alien, parasitic lifeform, a symbiote, that had bonded to him after escaping its confinement at the same company Sean had worked at. And ever since the two of them had been hunted like animals, having to leave behind his old life for the sake of avoiding becoming a laboratory experiment.

Since bonding to the symbiote, Sean had been changed. He was faster, stronger, more durable, and he had been granted an array of other abilities that made him far more than what he used to be. It was these abilities that he used to not only stay in the shadows, but also make a new living for himself.

Mercenary work wasn't what he was hoping for in terms of employment, but it kept him and his other fed, armed and taken care of. Sean had even made it a point that he and the symbiote only target 'bad people' and do what they could to help good folks.

The symbiote didn't care either way, as long as it had a host, a purpose, and a steady supply of chocolate and brains to munch.

His thoughts were broken when the sounds of gunfire could be heard toward the front of the ship. "Oh, sounds like something fun!" the symbiote said gleefully.

Sean turned away from the railing he had been leaning on in time to see a scrawny man in a white dress-shirt and tie come running around the corner and almost run into him.

"Whoa, hey! What's going on?" he asked the man who looked like the devil was chasing him.

"Pirates! They're taking over the ship!" the business man shouted before ducking into a nearby supply closet to hide.

"Someone must have lost their courage with their luggage." commented the symbiote. Sean looked down at the deck and picked up a CD in a plastic case laying their. The business man more than likely having dropped it a moment before.

Hearing more gunshots, he pocketed the disc and went toward all the noise. Keeping close to the wall as he peered around a corner and found several of the passengers laying on the ground with their hands over their heads while a tall black guy wearing combat fatigues and a tactical vest stood over them with a .357 revolver in hand.

"Alright folks, listen up!" he called out. "Me and my crew are looking for something, as soon as we get it we'll be on our way! Anyone moves or tries to be a hero..." he trailed off while cocking the hammer back on his weapon

"There's only one..." Sean thought.

"Behind us." his other warned just before a metallic click was heard behind his head.

"Goin' somewhere, asshole?" a feminine voice hissed, Sean looked over his shoulder and blinked when he came face to face with what he could only describe as one of the hottest women he had ever seen.

Shoulder length, plum colored hair tied up, very fit, very tanned skin with curves in all the right places with a tight black tank-top and daisy dukes that kept just enough to the imagination. A dual shoulder holster for her firearms being slung over her shoulders and framing her breasts.

Her face was heart-shaped, mouth set in a sneer with a pair of dark-honey colored eyes that held violence and a hint of madness.

The symbiote almost purred at the sight of the Human female. "She certainly seems interesting" Sean couldn't say the same, not with a custom 9mm aimed in his face.

"Move!" the woman demanded, shoving him toward her partner. "Dutch, got another one!"

The other man, Dutch, turned to them. "Well, let's see if this one's got what we came for." he approached with his weapon aimed at the host. "We're looking for a package, from Asahi Industries. Someone on this ship's got it."

Sean looked down at the .357 aimed at his chest. "Don't point that at us." he said in warning.

The woman snorted and pressed the barrel of her own weapon hard against the back of his head, "Whose 'us'? You're all alone, dipshit."

"I say we bite off her pretty little head." the symbiote offered.

"Don't know what you want, but you really need to get those guns out our face." Sean warned again, fists tightening at his sides as he felt his other slithering beneath his skin in preparation.

"Fuck it, I say we dust this fucker." the woman said, her finger tightening on the trigger of her weapon.

Sean took a deep breath...his hand snapping out and swatting Dutch's revolver to the side before spinning around and driving his foot into the woman's stomach. The impact sending her skidding back and slamming into the railing of the deck.

Dutch righted himself and re-aimed at the host only to have his weapon arm grabbed and jerked upward. The revolver going off as the pirate's other fist came around to punch Sean.

Blocking the strike, the younger man drove his knee into Dutch's midsection before throwing him to the side.

"Duck!" his other shouted.

Sean dropped low as several 9mm rounds flew over his head. Spinning around on the balls of his feet, he lunged at the woman who had a look of murder on her face. Said look quickly changed to one of shock as he cleared the five meter space between them as though it was a skip. Both of her wrists were encased in vice-like grips, her dual pistols aimed in opposite directions before the host snapped forward and headbutted her.

Disoriented from the impact, Sean put his foot behind hers and hip-tossed her across the deck right next to Dutch who was getting back to his own feet.

"Gotta get them away from the other passengers." the host thought before sending a smirk at the two pirates.

"That the best you mercs can do?" he goaded before taking off toward the other end of the ship.

X

Rebecca 'Revy' Lee was pissed.

No, scratch that. She was bordering on nuclear armageddon with how pissed she truly was.

It was supposed to be a simple fucking job, hijack the damn ship, find the damn disc and get paid. If she were honest, only getting $20,000 for this job was a waste of time, but a payday was a payday.

"This fucker is so DEAD!" she growled almost feraly as she managed to get back to her feet. Her custom made Sword Cutlasses ready to spit some lead.

"This just reached a whole new level of trouble." said Dutch as he stood beside her, "Bastard has skills, don't let your guard down around him."

The two pirates made their way in the same direction of their target. The ship wasn't that large, but it would take a little time to find out where he had disappeared.

Luckily for them, he had nowhere to go since they were in the middle of the ocean.

Unknown to them both, Sean was watching them from above. Crouched on top of the bridge as he watched the two mercs search for him.

"So, do you have a plan in how we deal with them?" asked his other.

The host narrowed his eyes in thought, "As much fun as it would be to take them out. I have a feeling that they could help us get to where we want to go."

Humming in agreement, the symbiote grinned from within Sean's mind, "Doesn't mean we can't have a little fun with them first."

Sean matched his other's grin as he stood up and dropped from his vantage point. Landing behind the two pirates with a loud impact and making them spin around and open fire.

Leaping up and over the rounds, the host kicked off the wall and swung his leg at Revy who managed to duck beneath it before it took her head off.

Dutch came at him with a wide punch and met an open palm that caught his fist. Sean smirked at the older man before slamming his other palm into his chest. The strike being enough to send him hard onto his back.

More bullets were fired, Sean lept into the air and flipped backwards landing behind Revy who spun around to greet him with her guns.

Grabbing both weapons, the host jumped up and kicked her in the chest with both feet and sent her crashing to the deck with both pistols now in his hands.

Ejecting the clips from both guns along with the rounds in both chambers, Sean dropped the weapons and crossed his arms as the two mercs got back to their feet. "What exactly is it you two are looking for? Is it really worth all this trouble?" he asked.

Revy flipped him off, "Fuck you, asshole!"

Dutch lowered his revolver, slipping it back into his holster. "A disc. The one who hired us said it would be on this ship in the hands of someone working for the company it came from."

Sean reached into his pocket and pulled out the disc the business man he ran into earlier dropped. "This it?"

The man nodded, "You the one sent here with it?"

"No. Found it during all the trouble you two stirred up. " replied the host. "Personally, we don't really care what happens to it." he tossed the disc at Dutch who caught it. "Though we do have a proposition. How much are you getting paid for this little pick up?"

Revy went to go off on him, but Dutch held his hand up to stop her. "Twenty grand."

Sean nodded, "We'll throw in an extra ten grand if you take us to Roanapur. No doubt that's where you guys have set up shop."

"Why are you headed here? It's not exactly a vacation spot." said Dutch.

"We have our reasons. And it's easy money on top of what you're already making." the host continued. "Do we have a deal?"

Revy looked like she wanted to put as many bullets into Sean as quickly as she could, but the prospect of getting another easy payday was something she didn't want to pass up.

"How do we know you won't go hijacking our boat?" asked Dutch.

Sean held up his hands, "Think of us as your hostage if it'll make you feel better. Do we have a deal?" he asked again.

Sighing deeply, Dutch motioned with his head toward the side of the ship where their boat was stationed and waiting. The host went first with the Captain following him. Revy picked up her guns and reloaded them before bringing up the rear.

"He tries anything, I'll plug him." she said not so subtly.

Smirking as they reached the old school PT boat the mercs came in on, Sean couldn't help but think that things were about to get more interesting.

"We relish the idea." the symbiote said in anticipation.

X

"Well, what do you got for me, Benny-Boy?" Dutch asked as he stood in a small room filled with computer monitors where a blonde man in glasses and a Hawaiian shirt sat scrolling through information displayed in front of him.

"Guy's name is Sean Mason. Grew up in San Francisco, dropped out of college and started working as a security guard at..." Benny paused and adjusted his glasses, "At the Life Foundation."

Dutch raised an eyebrow, "The multi-million dollar genetics company? Shit, what made him come all the way out here?"

The tech expert did more searching, "Apparently something happened several months ago. Whatever it was is classified and locked down tight, but he's got a lot of capture on sight orders with a large bounty to match."

Revy, leaned off the door frame and peered over their shoulders and was surprised when she saw all the zeros. "I say we cash that in. We got the son of a bitch right here!"

"No one gets a bounty that big without a reason. Anything else you can find on him, Benny?" asked Dutch.

"He's been a freelance merc for several months now. Follows a code of conduct where he doesn't kill innocent people, but he's never failed a job." replied Benny. Finding another file that he brought up, the trio was greeted with the sight of seveal images of certain marks that had been dealt with by Mason.

Almost all of them looked as though they had been mauled by a bear on steroids. A couple looked as though the target had their heads bitten off.

"...Fuck." Revy muttered. "Guess he's worth that bounty if he can do that."

Dutch scratched at his goatee. "Something ain't right about this. He could have taken me and Revy out back on the other ship, why pay us just to give him a ride?"

Benny turned around in his chair, "The guy's running from a pretty big corporation, Dutch. What better place to get lost than Roanapur?"

X

In the small room that had been converted to a 'brig', Sean sat against the wall casually whistling. The handcuffs that had been used to restrain him laid broken on the floor, barely lasting seconds after the door leading into the room had been closed and locked.

From his right shoulder, a black mass formed into a tendril that slithered out into the open. The end forming into a face with wide white eyes and a gaping maw filled with sharp fangs.

"They certainly know how to make their guests feel welcome." said the symbiote.

"We'll be in Roanapur in no time. After that we can go looking for the one who contacted us." said Sean, reaching into his pocket and taking out a business card he'd gotten after his last job. Having been approached by a man in a bar and given the card and told to call the number on it.

Making the call, he was told that someone wanted to meet with him in Roanapur and could offer him stable work along with a safe place to set up shop.

"I say if things go south, we rip the town a new one." commented his other.

"Hopefully it won't come to that." replied Sean, "Besides, our rampages tend to draw a lot of attention. The last thing we need are those assholes tracking us down again."

The symbiote hummed in thought before voicing something else, "Getting hungry, when we gonna eat?"

"If this town is even half as bad as we've been told, then there'll be plenty to go around for you." replied the host.

The sound of the locks and tumblers for the door being undone, the symbiote slithered back into Sean just as Revy opened the hatch. "Let's go, dipshit." she sneered before heading back down the corridor outside.

Sean stood and stretched a bit, a few of his joints cracking in response as he followed after her. Going up to the outer deck as the boat approached the mainland where the lights of the 'City of the Dead' could be seen against the darkening skies.

Both symbiote and host looked upon the city, both of them grinning at the opportunities waiting for them.

The countless criminals, mercenaries, and mobs had no idea of the new element that had just entered their territory.

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A/N: Only the beginning, and it can only get better from here.

For those wondering, Venom will make his full appearance next time, and it will leave one hell of an impact on Roanapur. Tell me what you lot think and I'll get to work on the next update as soon as I can.