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Post by Venom on Feb 12, 2007 20:27:59 GMT -5
The sound of the breathing apparatus that had been pumping air into the cancer ridden body of Edward Charles Brock was one of the only sounds in the room, other than the wheezing noise that was emitted whenever Brock exhaled. He was heading towards the end of his life, and he was strangely content. He was ready to leave this world. A world of suffering. Suffering that was sometimes dealt out by Brock himself from time to time, up until his admission into this hospital, following a failed suicide attempt.
The amount of pain killers being pumped into him was enormous. The nurses and doctors really hadn't told him that today would be the day that he died, but they didn't need to. The odd calm that had come over him was enough.
Eddie looked groggily down at his arms. Still muscular, but utterly useless. The only real exercise he got out of his body was when the nurse came in to move him and to change his sheets, to avoid him getting bed sores. It was funny how life changed some times. 5 years ago, dying would've been the last thing on his mind.
He had always thought that he would cry when the end came. No tears came. More of an excitement, really. He would finally get to meet his savior, and partake in the bliss that was eternal life. He had repented, and he was confident that the gospels he had read were true.
As he closed his eyes to prepare for death, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. It was his IV pouch, which held the painkiller that was making his final days easier. A very high dose of morphine. Although he didn't remember it being so black in color.
Darkness. The back of his eyelids. He would sleep, and wake up with the Lord.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his forearm. Usually, this pain appeared when he had run out of painkillers. Was this the pain of death? He opened one eye and looked down at his forearm. The other eye opened, and a look of horror crossed Eddie's face.
"I sold you, I sold you! Leave me alone! I don't want you back!"
Eddie thought he was done with this nightmare. He had auctioned it away. It was supposed to be gone! He'd even seen it on news programs. It looked like it had moved on from him. Why was it back?
As the black liquid poured into his body, the effect on his body had a greater effect than the morphine. Much greater. The pain he had felt seemed like a distant memory. He felt his strength returning. Eddie raised himself from the bed, and tore all of the wires off of him that were attached to his heart monitor. The IV was easily discarded as well. An alarm went off in the room. One that ran to the nurse's station.
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Elsewhere, a male nurse took his time as he made his way down to Edward Charles Brock's room. The man had been in that room for a long time, and frankly, he was tired of changing the guy's sheets and flipping him every day. Sure, he knew Mr. Brock couldn't help it, but he was just taking up room. The alarm had alerted him, and he leisurely took his time. All he had to do was record the time of death. Another stiff to be sent to the morgue. No biggy.
He opened the door, and looked at the clock. He never would look straight at the dead body. He had to mentally prepare himself for that. In all his experience, the sight of a dead body still unnerved him. He looked over at the bed. It was empty. He ran to the window. It was opened.
"Mr. Brock! Mr. Brock, where are you?" The male nurse calls loudly.
[shadow=black,left,300][shadow=black,right,300][shadow=black,up,300][shadow=down,left,300]"There is no Eddie Brock! Now there is only...VENOM!" [/shadow][/shadow][/shadow][/shadow]
The male nurse turned, and on the ceiling, some sort of creature stared down at him. It was black, with the exception of the white eyes and large, spider shaped symbol on it's chest. It's teeth looked razor sharp, and a long tongue dangled from it's mouth. The male nurse had only enough time to muffle a scream as the creature's large hands clasped around his mouth. The creature, Venom, threw the male nurse on to the bed.
Venom leapt on top of him, and with one large claw, swiped at his forehead. Venom could hardly contain his glee as he removed the crown of the skull from the man. Greedily, like a hungry child, Venom dipped his claws into the brain, scooping out handfuls of it.
Phenethylamine. A chemical that the symbiote needed to survive, was found in two places. Chocolate, and human brains. Venom began eating the brain.
Max Gargan was still bonded with the Venom symbiote. But during a battle, part of the symbiote was cut away, and managed to become a copy of it's former self and gain sentience. Left with no alternatives, and starving to death, the symbiote had to find another host. The copy symbiote could still feel where it's long time partner was from the small symbiote residue still left in him.
Venom, finished with his meal, reached over to the bedside table and grabbed some prayer beads and a crucifix. He laid them on the dead male nurse's chest.
[shadow=black,left,300][shadow=black,right,300][shadow=black,up,300][shadow=down,left,300]"Enjoy your rest."[/shadow][/shadow][/shadow][/shadow]
Walking over to the open window, Venom falls out of it, firing a web line from his hand, and swinging away.
Back in the hospital room, a female nurse had come to check on the male nurse. She screamed. Then, nothing.
The amount of pain killers being pumped into him was enormous. The nurses and doctors really hadn't told him that today would be the day that he died, but they didn't need to. The odd calm that had come over him was enough.
Eddie looked groggily down at his arms. Still muscular, but utterly useless. The only real exercise he got out of his body was when the nurse came in to move him and to change his sheets, to avoid him getting bed sores. It was funny how life changed some times. 5 years ago, dying would've been the last thing on his mind.
He had always thought that he would cry when the end came. No tears came. More of an excitement, really. He would finally get to meet his savior, and partake in the bliss that was eternal life. He had repented, and he was confident that the gospels he had read were true.
As he closed his eyes to prepare for death, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. It was his IV pouch, which held the painkiller that was making his final days easier. A very high dose of morphine. Although he didn't remember it being so black in color.
Darkness. The back of his eyelids. He would sleep, and wake up with the Lord.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his forearm. Usually, this pain appeared when he had run out of painkillers. Was this the pain of death? He opened one eye and looked down at his forearm. The other eye opened, and a look of horror crossed Eddie's face.
"I sold you, I sold you! Leave me alone! I don't want you back!"
Eddie thought he was done with this nightmare. He had auctioned it away. It was supposed to be gone! He'd even seen it on news programs. It looked like it had moved on from him. Why was it back?
As the black liquid poured into his body, the effect on his body had a greater effect than the morphine. Much greater. The pain he had felt seemed like a distant memory. He felt his strength returning. Eddie raised himself from the bed, and tore all of the wires off of him that were attached to his heart monitor. The IV was easily discarded as well. An alarm went off in the room. One that ran to the nurse's station.
---
Elsewhere, a male nurse took his time as he made his way down to Edward Charles Brock's room. The man had been in that room for a long time, and frankly, he was tired of changing the guy's sheets and flipping him every day. Sure, he knew Mr. Brock couldn't help it, but he was just taking up room. The alarm had alerted him, and he leisurely took his time. All he had to do was record the time of death. Another stiff to be sent to the morgue. No biggy.
He opened the door, and looked at the clock. He never would look straight at the dead body. He had to mentally prepare himself for that. In all his experience, the sight of a dead body still unnerved him. He looked over at the bed. It was empty. He ran to the window. It was opened.
"Mr. Brock! Mr. Brock, where are you?" The male nurse calls loudly.
[shadow=black,left,300][shadow=black,right,300][shadow=black,up,300][shadow=down,left,300]"There is no Eddie Brock! Now there is only...VENOM!" [/shadow][/shadow][/shadow][/shadow]
The male nurse turned, and on the ceiling, some sort of creature stared down at him. It was black, with the exception of the white eyes and large, spider shaped symbol on it's chest. It's teeth looked razor sharp, and a long tongue dangled from it's mouth. The male nurse had only enough time to muffle a scream as the creature's large hands clasped around his mouth. The creature, Venom, threw the male nurse on to the bed.
Venom leapt on top of him, and with one large claw, swiped at his forehead. Venom could hardly contain his glee as he removed the crown of the skull from the man. Greedily, like a hungry child, Venom dipped his claws into the brain, scooping out handfuls of it.
Phenethylamine. A chemical that the symbiote needed to survive, was found in two places. Chocolate, and human brains. Venom began eating the brain.
Max Gargan was still bonded with the Venom symbiote. But during a battle, part of the symbiote was cut away, and managed to become a copy of it's former self and gain sentience. Left with no alternatives, and starving to death, the symbiote had to find another host. The copy symbiote could still feel where it's long time partner was from the small symbiote residue still left in him.
Venom, finished with his meal, reached over to the bedside table and grabbed some prayer beads and a crucifix. He laid them on the dead male nurse's chest.
[shadow=black,left,300][shadow=black,right,300][shadow=black,up,300][shadow=down,left,300]"Enjoy your rest."[/shadow][/shadow][/shadow][/shadow]
Walking over to the open window, Venom falls out of it, firing a web line from his hand, and swinging away.
Back in the hospital room, a female nurse had come to check on the male nurse. She screamed. Then, nothing.
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