Spider -Man:Peter Venom

He waited for what seemed an eternity until the ambulance arrived followed by a police car. The mugger's chest was a mess of bruises and he even saw small fragments poking out of his skin. Venom felt sick, he hadn't meant to hurt him that bad, he hadn't meant to lose it thatbadly. He balled his fists and he realised he still had the wad of cash in one hand. It was about 600 dollars in tens and twenties, whoever the man was had gotten a good haul and his victims were now worse off for having met him. Of course, the man wasn't Uncle Ben's killer, but he'd echoed him, making himself a target of Venom's rage.

Peter let the black skin peel back to reveal the boy underneath, he'd lost control and it'd been happening a lot recently. His emotions spiked when he used his powers, his anger at Flash bubbling over into rage and Jack Thompson's car receiving a new piercing. Peter stared at the city, it was beautiful in the dark, the street lights twinkled under the rising heat, steam billowing into the cold spring night. As the black skin retracted and Peter was left sitting up there he felt the anger drain from him. In the dark, sat on an overhang, Peter took breaths, trying to calm himself after the fight. As his hands finally stopped shaking he was left wondering if his powers were affecting his mood, was the rage a side effect? 

Did he care though? Was his rage a bad thing, he'd lost his temper once, at some scum bag who'd deprived his victims of $600 andtraumatised them for life. Had he lost it at Gwen? no, or Aunt May? no, nobody he cared about, nobody he loved had felt his anger, in fact, he did love them. His chest ached when he thought about Gwen being hurt, not just his hate, his love too, every nerve was alive with sensation and Peter loved it. He wasn't some loser punk kid, crying when bullied anymore, he was Venom, he was vengeance, he was going to make this city and everyone who wronged him pay.

Venom needed to make sure he didn't kill. That would bring cops, no cops, they were useless anyway, the girl he was chasing had run away, no witnesses to say what he had been doing. It was corrupt, it was wrong and Venom knew he was going to make it right again. Making apouch in his symbskin, Venom stowed the cash and searching for a higher vantage point, he threw out a web line and swung away into the darkness. There were more crimes to stop, more muggers who needed to be reminded that they weren't the top of the food chain, and most importantly, needed to be told that the streets were no longer safe for their kind.

As he hunted, muggers and scumbagsdiscovered that a new predator hunted the city. By the end of the night, Venom stopped four muggings and made off with over $2000 in cash. The last mugger, blubbering and crying as Venom stood over him kept repeating "what the fuck are you man?" over and over, and having a small grin to himself,

Beware the Venom was sprayed onto the sidewalk where he left the man webbed up, using the burner phone he was carrying to phone the police. 

Across town, in a cramped and messy junkyard, a man hesitated outside the office of his boss, wary to give him the news he knew was going to upset him. Taking a breath he knocked and then entered,

Max had been with Alexsi since the beginning. He started hotwiring cars while Alexsi drove and now he was second in command. It was just his shitty job tonight to bring Alexsi the bad news.

"So, boss, we got trouble." Max stood in front of Alexsi's desk, "it seems we got hit 2 times last night, and Marko got whacked by some big black guy. Johnny got pinched holding up a store and Freddy got made selling drugs on 9th. Three guys, three different assholes, but get this boss. One was dressed up like a cat, one was all in tight red and blue spandex, and well Marko just kept talking about some big black guy, but he's on loopy juice right now so it might all be crap yah know."

Alexsi rubbed his face, "you sure? Three, those three especially all got hit? Shit." He threw the pen he'd been using onto his office desk, "so what's the deal with Marko? If the other two are in jail, why's he free?"

"Uh, he says the guy stopped him getting the target and then wailed on him, man his ribs are all messed up," Max looked over at his boss, "he ain't doin nothin' for months. Our guys lifted him before the cops got him at the hospital, but he ain't lookin so good."

Alexsi clenched his fists, "fuck" he spat, "we are this close the getting the heist settled and Marko gets hurt, and the others get pinched." Reaching into a desk drawer, "give Marko this," he pulled out a vial of pale blue liquid, and the other man frowned,

"you uh sure boss? that's your last one and I mean, Marko he ain't exactly the best crew guy we got".

"Yeah yeah, tell him his daughter will be safe if and I mean if he does this, now get, tell me what happens though eh."

The container Alexsi had was now empty, the three vials having all been used by him and Max, although if Marko gained anything near what he and the others had, nothing would stop them next week, not even some huge black guy.

Peter was riding a high and even Flash and hiscronies giving him the ole stink eye couldn't dent his invisible cloud of happiness, just seeing Flash hobble around on crutches made his day. Coming back to school would normally have drowned his mood in acid but today, the day after he went on a date with Gwen he didn'tcare.

Aunt May have given him an interrogation and while it was obvious she had instigated the whole thing he couldn't be mad at her for invading his privacy, he even used her guilt to get the tracking app off his phone, sure he could have done that himself without telling her but he knew May meant well.

Even if the morning news gave him a dumb name, Tarantula, which he thought was stupid. He didn't care though he'd just make sure his next outing he left someone conscious enoughto tell them his proper name, Venom. Phff, he thought, what dumbass thought of Tarantula?He'd even sprayed his name on the ground, stupid reporter, catching the name on the byline, Eddie Brock, he made sure to remember him. 

As Peter read the Bugle his exploits as Venom was starting to make the news already. The night before was now a memory, he knew he'd been too harsh on the man but he would learn, learn to hurt but not kill, leave a bruise, not a disability. As long as they behaved, he would be lenient, but those who attacked him would suffer,

The rest of the school now saw Peter as some kind of pariah, more than usual. The clubs Flash was a member of, not just the football team but the boxing and wrestling clubs were all now losing their first places in the district tournaments and the clubs Peter was a member of were in the same boat.

After some persuasion, he found out Gwen was experiencing how difficult it could be for a woman to get into the sciences. A new hire had given her a coffee order and shooed her away as she tried to explain she was there for sample collection. Upper management took one look at her, 5' 10", curvaceous figure, big blue eyes, and to top it all blonde wavy hair and had either hit on her, suggested she try out as a model or just ignored her, thinly veiled comments aimed at her chest or ass. Even if they knew who she was, they either played golf with her dad's boss or had "connections'' and didn't care.