Post by raptor-chick on Jun 28, 2006 16:30:52 GMT -5
((I don't know much about him, but I shall just do my best. I'm currently obsessed... Mmmmyep.))
Hungry.
So hungry.
Must find food, must find prey...
There... Below... We see him, smell him. He does not know we are here. We creep lower. It is hard to wait, to restrain ourselves. We want to feed now and end this. But we can't.
No.
That would be wrong. He has done nothing to us. He is only standing there, smoking. We do not harm the innocent.
But we are hungry and cannot wait longer. We are hurting from it, trembling with it.
Still... What if he has little ones at home? We do not want to leave them alone.
Why would an innocent be out at this time, in this place? Only the bad ones are out. The murderers, thieves, gang members, rapists... He looks like he is waiting for something.
Yes... Maybe... He is alone and desperate, just like Eddie was, before we became one. Those were bad times for us.
We shudder, remembering the terrible sadness, the pain and weakness, our hatred and bodies melding.
We shake our head and stalk around, moving behind him. We are so close now. We try not to drool. Ooh, there. He has heard something now. He still does not see us, but he knows something is wrong. The man is curious and comes closer, reaching into his coat.
"What is this? What do you have for us?" we ask, hissing with glee. We already know. He does not need to tell us.
He takes out a gun. It is as shiny and black as we are, gleaming dully in the light from the street.
Ooh, he is scared. We like that. Best not to stall any longer, before someone comes along.
We hurl ourselves from the wall, our mouth opening wide in a hungry gape. The man screams and fires the gun. The bullet drives itself harmlessly into the wall beside us. We are lucky it was pointed away from us. We grab him and breath deeply.
The fear... It smells soooo good...
He stares up at us, sweating and silent. We treat him to a grin and he shudders.
"Scream for us..." we whisper in his ear. "We like it when you scream..."
He does not do anything. Perhaps he is frozen in his fear? We pull back, but keep him pressed to the ground. Then we open our mouth and tenderly wrap our tongue around his face, tasting him.
Yes.
This will be good. I reach towards his head with one hand and then shriek as he fires the gun into our belly.
The sound! It hurts us... It hurts us almost as much as the bullet. The man crawls out from under us, panting hard and making little panicked noises.
We growl from the pain. It will not kill us. We will heal, but we are so hungry already.
Stupid.
We shouldn't have toyed with him so long. We should have taken the gun away first.
With a snarl, we get up, chasing after him, swinging from building to building. Then we leap on him again. With a tentacle, we grab the gun and fling it away.
"You hurt us. Before, we would have made it fast, but now we want you to suffer."
"W-what are you? Why are you doing this to me?" he whimpers.
"We are hungry. We are Venom."
"No... No no no nooo... Don't kill me... I'm sorry, so sorry..." he weeps.
We hiss, "We were going to kill you before." Funny man.
He covers his head with his hands. We do not find him amusing anymore. He is weak and a coward.
Tired of this, we pull his hands away. He screams and beats at our arms and chest. The blows do not hurt.
"Now now. Don't be like that. We do not have the time. There are brains to be eaten."
We split our mouth wide open as he struggles, drooling and close it upon his skull.
It splits and cracks and we moan happily.
Soon, we leave him. Him and his vacant head, licked clean.
We feel good. For now, the hunger is gone, though it will return.
It always returns.
We swing off into the night.
Hungry.
So hungry.
Must find food, must find prey...
There... Below... We see him, smell him. He does not know we are here. We creep lower. It is hard to wait, to restrain ourselves. We want to feed now and end this. But we can't.
No.
That would be wrong. He has done nothing to us. He is only standing there, smoking. We do not harm the innocent.
But we are hungry and cannot wait longer. We are hurting from it, trembling with it.
Still... What if he has little ones at home? We do not want to leave them alone.
Why would an innocent be out at this time, in this place? Only the bad ones are out. The murderers, thieves, gang members, rapists... He looks like he is waiting for something.
Yes... Maybe... He is alone and desperate, just like Eddie was, before we became one. Those were bad times for us.
We shudder, remembering the terrible sadness, the pain and weakness, our hatred and bodies melding.
We shake our head and stalk around, moving behind him. We are so close now. We try not to drool. Ooh, there. He has heard something now. He still does not see us, but he knows something is wrong. The man is curious and comes closer, reaching into his coat.
"What is this? What do you have for us?" we ask, hissing with glee. We already know. He does not need to tell us.
He takes out a gun. It is as shiny and black as we are, gleaming dully in the light from the street.
Ooh, he is scared. We like that. Best not to stall any longer, before someone comes along.
We hurl ourselves from the wall, our mouth opening wide in a hungry gape. The man screams and fires the gun. The bullet drives itself harmlessly into the wall beside us. We are lucky it was pointed away from us. We grab him and breath deeply.
The fear... It smells soooo good...
He stares up at us, sweating and silent. We treat him to a grin and he shudders.
"Scream for us..." we whisper in his ear. "We like it when you scream..."
He does not do anything. Perhaps he is frozen in his fear? We pull back, but keep him pressed to the ground. Then we open our mouth and tenderly wrap our tongue around his face, tasting him.
Yes.
This will be good. I reach towards his head with one hand and then shriek as he fires the gun into our belly.
The sound! It hurts us... It hurts us almost as much as the bullet. The man crawls out from under us, panting hard and making little panicked noises.
We growl from the pain. It will not kill us. We will heal, but we are so hungry already.
Stupid.
We shouldn't have toyed with him so long. We should have taken the gun away first.
With a snarl, we get up, chasing after him, swinging from building to building. Then we leap on him again. With a tentacle, we grab the gun and fling it away.
"You hurt us. Before, we would have made it fast, but now we want you to suffer."
"W-what are you? Why are you doing this to me?" he whimpers.
"We are hungry. We are Venom."
"No... No no no nooo... Don't kill me... I'm sorry, so sorry..." he weeps.
We hiss, "We were going to kill you before." Funny man.
He covers his head with his hands. We do not find him amusing anymore. He is weak and a coward.
Tired of this, we pull his hands away. He screams and beats at our arms and chest. The blows do not hurt.
"Now now. Don't be like that. We do not have the time. There are brains to be eaten."
We split our mouth wide open as he struggles, drooling and close it upon his skull.
It splits and cracks and we moan happily.
Soon, we leave him. Him and his vacant head, licked clean.
We feel good. For now, the hunger is gone, though it will return.
It always returns.
We swing off into the night.
