Spider -Man:Peter Venom

A cold liquid seemed to pour into his veins, bringing relief to the nausea and agony of the world. Peter hoped someone had found him, taken him to get help, and not one of thevarious gangs he had heard of, taking kids from the street to sell.

Peter was manhandled onto a table and he tried to fight back. Something inside him told him this was wrong, that he needed to escape, but his muscles screamed at him when he triedto move. His skin felt raw and every fibre of the hospital gown he'd been made to wear was like sharp knives against his skin. Each breath filled his lungs with a cloying scent of the woman, he could smell her fragrance and it wasn't perfume. She was excited and it was almostpalpable, a thick taste on his tongue. 

Peter knew all his senses were going wild, even the voices he heard were distorted as ifunderwater or screeching in high pitches. The lights of the room burned like stars and he hadto keep his eyes closed, even seeing the bright stripes slip past as he was wheeled somewhere. A smell of disinfectant penetrated both nostrils and he hoped this was a hospital.

He felt a sharp prick on his arm and the world went black again.

"Okay, Okay. Test subject 15 Gamma, Alien Subject Sigma. Bonding test in 5. 4. 3. 2 and 1."

They had taken the boy, stripped him from the foul-smelling and mismatched clothing, disinfected him and checked him for any serious illness. The procedure went better on the less doped up subjects and while a mess, this one seemed to be younger but healthierthan most. Poor bastard, the tech thought as he strapped him to the table, doesn't even look 20.

The nameless technician flicked a switch and watched as the glass-reinforced box slid open. The test subject instinctively crawled its way towards the unconscious boy, flowing like pudding over the smooth panel designed, when activated, to keep it securely held.

Cameras and scanners of all types recorded the interactions between the boy and the alien, hoping to unlock the secrets of the bonding, hoping to finally report a successful integration of symbiote and man.

Flowing over and under the robe, the alien finally covered the young boy's scrawny body. It began by hooking microscopic tendrils into his brain and nervous system, attaching itself to the host it had been granted in a symbiotic relationship. The boy's eyes flickered as it began the joining process.

Watching the monitor the technician studiedthe various screens, recording the boy's heart rate, neural activity, and body temperature. All these would spike as the alien attempted to take control, then if the joining was successful level out. So far all joining had killed the host, their heart rate hitting 200 bpm and neuralactivity, bursting the delicate blood vessels in their brains. This would be trial 64, all homeless men, women, and now a teen.

The symbiote paused, something was wrong, something was pulling it from its natural position of resting on the host's outer body and pulling it into its cells, shredding anddecomposing its own body.

Unseen a chemical reaction began in Peter'scells. His DNA was already breaking down, being reformed and as the alien symbiote sought to cover and merge itself into his body, the chemical reaction spread to it. Its DNA was being broken down and reformed with the boys, host and symbiote, into one organism. The symbiote screamed in agony as it was digested by the enzyme, struggling to remain whole, seeking a place to hide within the new host's body but there was nowhere. It began to pump a toxic chemical into the host, hoping to kill it before it could kill them both. As long as it survived they would live and get their revenge. Even then the chemical was absorbed, changed and as its toxin began to affect its own cells, it screeched in agony.

As the monitors reacted to this development the technician watched with boredom. The kid wasn't going to make it as his heart rate and EEC began to hit critical levels. Normally the symbiote would begin to detach from the host, leaving the now dead pile of flesh for him and his colleagues to dissect, to figure out where it went wrong. This time he watched with rapt attention as the alien seemed to flow into the boy's body. 

He began to spasm and the body of the stick-thin teen seemed to bulge, something wriggling under his skin. The tech scowled, was the alien attempting to eat the boy? That was new, most of the time they either attempted a joining or melted the body, he'd never seen a joining like this and as he checked the monitors, he watched in amazement.

He'd seen it all before this. If the body was too badly drugged up the creatures just killed the host rather than attempt a joining. The worst ones just melted as the symbiote flowed over them as if they were offended by the offering of tainted meat. He had seen it too often to be bothered, it just meant he needed a bucket to clean the room rather than the usual autopsy and paperwork a fresh death brought.

Did it want younger fresher meat than had been provided? Reaching for his intercom"Ma'am, this time is different, the alien seems to be reacting to the younger body" 

After a brief pause. "Monitor closely, reportonce the procedure is finished."

Making sure each camera was on, making sure each device was recording fully, the nameless tech watched in amazement as first the boy's heart rate slowed, then his brainwave activity returned to normal, and finally, the seizures or whatever was happening had come to an end. Unlike the other times, even the training video they had been made to watch at the first successful joining, this was completelydifferent. The symbiote had been absorbed into the boy, rather than covering his skin on the surface it was hiding internally.

The thermal cameras had noted that the symbiote had completely assimilated into the boy's body and his now taut wiry muscles glistened with a sheen of sweat as if he had been working out. 

The tech shook his head, he needed to get laid after this. Lusting after some kid didn't give his image any favours, young yes, but this boy was a one-way ticket to jail.

Turning away from the monitors, his hand was inches away from the intercom when the thump against the glass made him jump in his chair. Turning he saw the boy stood staring at him with eyes black as pitch. Winding up a punch, he thrust his arm through the glass shattering it and covered them both in broken pieces. The tech had time to let out a strangled scream as the creature reached for him with a black clawed hand.

"WE ARE VENOM!"

When Peter woke up the first thing he realised was how sore he was. Each muscle seemed to be more painful than the last and his mouth was filled with the faint taste of strange metal. Groaning and slowly lifting himself off the bed, he paused for a second when he caught sight of himself in the clothes strewn mirror he had leaned up against the wall.

Moving the dirty laundry onto the floor he gazed in marvel at himself. He was skinny, yes, but now his muscles rippled under pale skin as if he spent hours at the gym rather than the library. He raised a hand over his head, he wasn't sure but he might be taller? Peter shook his head, that wasn't possible, hell, even the muscles he saw were impossible and the more he stared at the strange reflection in the mirror the more he thought he was dreaming.