A/N: Hello there, this is my second Spider-man fanfic. I'm still writing on A Spider and the angel so I haven't given up on that one, no worries. Anyways I got an idea for this fic the other day and had to do it before I either forgot or someone else did it. If this story seems dumb to some then I apologize but writing a flame will not make me change my mind about writing it. Ok I'll write the history for this so people that do not know the original history of venom will not get confused.
Disclaimer: I do not know Spider-man the comic, cartoons, movies or any characters related to them. I also do not own Marvel (no matter how much I wish I could)
History, the introduction of the Symbiote Venom: (Pretty much I know of two diff. Story lines for the introduction for Venom, the comic one would not go along with the movie so I decided to write what I know of Venom brought into the 'toon. I'm sure I'm going to misplace a few facts or make this too long so bear with me, if you already know then go ahead and skip on to the fic, if you don't then so you don't get confused you could read this:
John Jameson, J.J.J.'s son, was sent into Outer Space to the moon, to do one of those usual routine checks I think. Anyways him and the other pilot find an unusual meteorite (or something like that, forgive me its been a long time since I saw this) They bring it on board the shuttle and as they enter earth's atmosphere (In NY of course ^_-) Jameson is attacked by some odd black goo, and the controls become sabotaged. And the shuttle crashes on the Brooklyn Bridge. Spider-man rescues both Jameson and the other pilot but is taken by the black goo, giving him a new look. (The black suit with the white spider insignia) and his powers seem better. He could dress normal, walk around and then whenever he wanted the symbiote suit would appear so he wouldn't have to find an alleyway and change his clothes. While in the hospital Jameson had nightmares of the black goo, with J.J. having seen the new suited Spider-man rescuing his son, he told the news reporters that Spider-man caused the crash and tried to kill them. A reward or bounty was placed on Spider-man's head and the whole city seemed to be after him. The new symbiote suit began to control his actions and even thoughts. Having almost killed one of his enemies he realized what his symbiote suit was really doing. (Brock had begun to follow parker around a lot at this time and got in spider-man's way, spider-man webs him up at the clock tower) Having stopped by the clock tower for the fight, Spider-man tries to rid of his symbiote, nothing helps until the bell tolls, explosions or high pitched sounds drive the symbiote crazy and it released its hold on Spider-man. Story wise after Spider-man left the clock tower and Eddie, the symbiote finds Eddie Brock and takes control of him creating: Venom.
This is my story of what could have happened if Eddie wasn't there and chose someone else instead. This takes place in the movie-verse, Mary Jane doesn't know Peter Parker is Spider-man, Norman Osborn has been killed, and Harry still seeks revenge on his father's murderer.
Peter fell back on the cement hard, pain skyrocketing along his elbows as he scooted himself back from the black symbiote. The symbiote rose up, reaching its gooey tendrils towards one of Peter's feet, trying to ignore the loud ringing of the bells driving it crazy.
"No! Get away!" Peter shouted scooting further away to the edge. If it came any closer he would fall off the edge completely. Not able to take the noise the symbiote crept along the cement, finding a crack and seeped down below. Peter sighed in relief, his body relaxed as he laid his head down. The symbiote was gone and wouldn't take control of him again. He would go back to being his normal self; well as normal as being just spider-man could get you. He sat up noticing that he was just in his boxers. He felt lucky that it was late at night instead of day time, or else while he would be trying to get home people would be staring at him and this would get him unwanted publicity. Probably enough to have a grinning J.J. place a photo entitled: "Spider-man's photographer" and a picture of Peter Parker running around New York in his boxers.
Turning around Peter shot a web and jumped off the clock tower thanking his lucky stars.
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The symbiote dripped down the crack, it no longer had someone to take control of and they definitely didn't want a host that could fight back. Spider-man was no longer a candidate on the list. The annoying journalist Eddie Brock that had been following them all day was nowhere in sight as well. He would have made an excellent choice for a host, he didn't have the powers that the human host Spider-man did but with his physique and uncontrollable anger the symbiote could have molded him into a powerful being, even more powerful than Spider-man.
Never mind that, they would find someone else and make Spider-man pay for rejecting them. (Btw, the symbiote always refers itself as "we" "us")
The symbiote crept along the street observing the oblivious people walking around. Not a single one stood out amongst the many that was a problem. The symbiote slithered like a snake along some nearby steps and wham! A door slammed into the symbiote hard, splattering it against the wall.
"Yeah thanks a lot!" someone yelled walking away. "Good for nothing creep." The last part came out as a grumble. The symbiote slid off the wall thriving with anger at being slammed into the wall by an unknowing being. The being drew it in with their seething anger and it slithered once again along the street trying to catch up. A tall redhead was shuffling her feet angrily along the cement grumbling words, words that were not understandable in the human dictionary. She began to shred a piece of paper and let the pieces flutter away in the wind not glancing back. The symbiote could feel her anger and sadness bubble up inside of her. She stored a lot of emotions inside of her that she would never release. The symbiote, if it had lips, would have grinned mischievously for what it was about to plan. This female would make an excellent host. Sure she didn't have any super-human powers, or a muscular physique that would ensure her to be top-of-the-list choice but she was definitely worth taking a try.
Mary Jane wasn't crying, she was sick of crying. People would figure her to be weak, ditzy, and a crybaby. They never knew the real Mary Jane. She was the party-girl at high school, miss popularity, and everybody loved that. The only people that knew what really went on in her house were her parents, herself, Ben and May Parker and their nephew Peter Parker. They could hear the yelling and screaming that went on every night in her house. Who couldn't? A few times her father even hit her, the first time she cried and the next time she didn't. There were times he could reduce her to tears with just a few words, and other times when he couldn't even harm her with anything he said. Before she went to Norman Osborn's funeral she went back home to see her parents. There, that day, she told her father that she was a changed woman, no longer the little girl that he treated so wrongly. She told him that the old Mary Jane Watson was dead to him, and that if he wanted to get to know the new one then that was his choice. The last words he said to her was that she was pathetic, then and there she told him goodbye and left. With this she thought she could start over new, she had gone for another audition and was criticized to extreme and refused once again. Sometimes she felt like some curse had come and bit her in the ass. Quietly she wondered if Flash Thompson had gotten in touch with some of his connections and made sure that she wouldn't be able to get a part in all of New York. Ha, Flash Thompson, that was a name she hadn't thought of in a long time. He was probably going to the state university on his football scholarship, star quarterback or something. It wouldn't shock her, but she wasn't interested in those jock types, she never really was. She liked guys like…well…she didn't have a preference. Let's see in all her life she dated brainless jocks like Flash, and a rich-boy named Harry Osborn. Those relationships never really made her happy; only one person could make her smile. Peter Parker. Yet he had too many secrets he was hiding and kept himself far from her. She was sure that one day she would figure them out if he liked it or not.
She turned the corner and felt someone latch onto her ankle. Almost losing her balance she grabbed the wall and turned her head quickly to see something black and shiny grasping tightly onto her ankle pulling her from the wall.
"What the hell?" The pulling became more violent and she felt fear creep inside of her. Whatever it was, this thing was alive and trying to get at her. She tried pulling her leg away but the thing was strong and began to pull her away from the wall. She began to scream in fear; she could just imagine some tabloid headline. "Wannabe actress is eaten by black shiny blob on streets". Well not if she could help it.
"Somebody help me! Please!" She screamed as her fingers began to lose their grip on the wall. People continued walking by, some ignoring her and others looking at her like she fell off her rocker. She lost her grip and fell onto the sidewalk with a sick thud, the air being knocked from her chest. She felt herself being dragged away; she could see everything move by in a blur. Where was Spider-man when you needed him? Probably saving someone who really needed it, and Mary Jane was probably losing her mind. She didn't believe the papers dubbing Spider-man to be John Jameson's attacker. She knew that Spider-man was the city's real super-hero. These thoughts faded as she was slammed up against a wall in some alleyway. She cried out in pain, trying to curl into a ball. She couldn't fight back. Not when she didn't know what it was that was harming her. Then she felt something latching itself onto her feet. Her eyes went wide with fear and surprise as the gooey attacker began to take a hold of her, spreading itself along her body. "Dear god..what is this?" She questioned out loud panicked just before everything went black.
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Peter sighed into the phone as he waited for an answer on the other end. The other line kept on ringing and no one picked up, there wasn't even an answering machine. He carefully placed the phone back into its cradle and turned his back to it while he faced the mirror. Should he be worried that it was already one in the morning and Mary Jane wasn't home? Not that it was any of his business. She could be out on a date, or even… He coughed trying to take his mind off any thoughts of Mary Jane being with another guy. That was still none of his business; after all he did have his chance to go out with her but told her that they were friends to keep her safe. It served him right, right? Screw it; he wanted to know where she was right at the moment. He'd swing by her place first then try the restaurant and other hang outs that she had visited before. He moved over to his closet and opened the doors. Pulling out his familiar costume that he had worn in the other times he ran his fingers over the webbed designs. It feel weird to be climbing back into that costume, he had gotten too accustomed to wearing the symbiote suit for too long, it also got him lazy into changing. He remembered though what Doctor Conner had told him about the sample piece of the symbiote that he brought him, "It eventually takes complete control of its host. You'd better get rid of it now if you want any control left over in what you do." He had become furious at Dr. Conner for even suggesting that.
"Why would I want to get rid of it? I can do amazing things with this thing, and there's nothing you can do to make me get rid of it!" As Spider-man he almost attacked Dr. Conner for innocently suggesting that he get rid of the symbiote as a health precaution. That suit definitely needed anger management.
After he dressed he poked his head outside of his room. He could hear his roommate's, Harry, peaceful breathing coming from the other room. He was definitely asleep and Peter found it to be a shock. For many nights Harry had been having nightmares, some which he would wake up from yelling and screaming. Many ranging from him finding Spider-man and beating him to a bloody pulp and others where he would find Spider-man killing his father is many different ways. Every time he heard Harry thrashing in his sleep a cold shudder would run down his spine. If only he knew the truth.
He climbed out onto the balcony and jumped off its edge, firing web after web, soaring through the air to Mary Jane's apartment. He just hoped that he wouldn't find something there that would break his heart into a million pieces.
Landing on the roof of the apartment he extended himself low enough to look in on the windows. Everything was dark but with the glow of the moonlight he could make out her bedroom. The bed was still made and the floors were clean, Mary Jane didn't even come home. That was odd but in a weird way it sort of soothed him. He would try the café next then hoping she was working the graveyard shift. Swinging through the city he looked all over hoping to see the red head walking home or waiting for the bus. No such luck came. He lowered himself closer to the streets as he began to near the café, but a series of screams caught his attention. He looked to the streets where a biker gang that had too much to drink had begun to chase down people on their bikes. He tore his webbing short and landed on the pavement reading to web them, but someone had beaten him to the punch. White, thick webbing shot out from an alleyway and caught two bikers off guard, yanking them right off their bikes and hitting the pavement hard. In a black flash, a figure leaped into the air and jump kicked another biker that had whipped out a chain. The chain shattered and the drunken biker fell to the ground. The dark figure grabbed the motorcycle and threw it aside carelessly as they webbed the last person remaining trying to figure out what was going on. The stranger walked over to the pile of drunken bikers and pulled them over to a light pole, tying webbing around them. Spider-man felt alarmed, but his spider-sense wasn't going off. He could see the white insignia of a spider of the figure's back and knew that this had to be the symbiote.
"Hey!" He heard himself yell as he began to run towards him. The figure jerked around quickly and soon web-lined to a wall quicker than he could see. Within seconds they were gone. Spider-man felt himself just staring at the bikers that were stuck to the pole, wondering who this new person that had been taken over by the symbiote was. After several moments of thinking he found himself back up in the air. Eventually he would make it a task to find out.
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Ok that's the end of this chapter, I'm sorry if it stunk I kind of had trouble with doing the beginning of this but I hope the next chapter will turn out better. I had to write it, I was just wondering to myself one day "What if someone else had begun Venom?" Sure Eddie Brock is an awesome Venom. Venom is like one of the best villains besides The Green Goblin. But I just had to do this. Sorry there was for fluff in this chapter, heh. And Willow Hanging, if you think I'm just avoiding your review in my other fanfic, then you are wrong. After I noticed so many different responses to your review I decided that I'll wait for my next chapter of "A Spider and an Angel" before I responded. There is something that you need to actually see about your review that would leave so many places open for a response by me.