Chapter 2 — First Bond
Point of View: Peter
As that black goo climbed up my body, I felt a strange sensation of wholeness.
Like, until that moment, I hadn't really been complete.
And only now—now that this thing was wrapping around me—did I finally feel whole.
It was as if a part of me had been missing my entire life… and only now had it returned.
But despite how good that feeling was—almost comforting—I couldn't stop the panic.
Just because something feels right doesn't mean it is right.
My parents always said that.
"Not everything that feels right is actually right."
And besides… who would stay calm with a black goo, possibly alien, climbing up your body like it's trying to wear you alive?
Actually, the fear started even before it covered my chest.
It began when I remembered the movie I watched with my parents last weekend—the one where an alien slowly took over a human body, controlling every thought.
This was just like that.
Except now it was real.
And that feeling of euphoria, of power, of being "complete," only made me more desperate… mostly because it didn't feel like it was mine.
When the goo finally reached my head, I squeezed my eyes shut.
It covered my mouth and nose.
It felt like being underwater.
No air.
No control.
I tried to breathe—nothing came in.
A hot panic climbed from my chest and burned through my body.
I squirmed, trying to fight it, to shake it off—but it was no use.
The goo was stronger.
It didn't hurt me.
But it didn't let go either.
It was like it was testing me.
Trying to find a space inside me.
A place where it could exist.
"This is just a dream. This is just a dream," I repeated, trying to calm myself.
But my heart knew it wasn't.
And then—just when the terror peaked—everything stopped.
I breathed.
Not through my nose. Not through my mouth.
But somehow… I breathed.
Like my lungs had learned a new way to work.
And with that breath came a voice.
It wasn't exactly a voice.
It was more like a thought that wasn't mine.
A soft whisper echoing from inside my head:
"You are safe now."
My eyes snapped open.
I hadn't said that.
No one had.
But I understood it—perfectly.
And the weirdest thing?
Part of me wanted to believe it.
The goo began to shift.
It wasn't smothering me anymore—it was hugging me.
Like a second skin.
Or maybe… like it was my skin.
Every cell buzzed.
My muscles felt lighter—and somehow, stronger.
My senses exploded.
I could see in all directions at once.
I could hear the rain falling on every rooftop in the neighborhood.
It was… impossible.
And then something moved.
Not outside.
Inside me.
"We can be more."
This time it was a voice.
Still soft.
Masculine.
Young.
Curious.
Scared—just like me.
My knees gave out.
I collapsed onto the wet ground, my palms sinking into the mud.
My hands—or what was left of them—were covered in a shiny, black, living substance.
I tried to pull it off, to scrape it away—
And it pulled back.
It hid.
Like it didn't want to hurt me.
— "What are you...?" — I whispered, breathless.
"I… I am Venom.
We… are Venom."
And in that instant, for the first time, I realized something that changed everything:
I wasn't alone anymore.
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A few minutes earlier…
Point of View: Venom
Cold.
Dark.
Alone.
I don't like being alone.
I fell for so long...
The wind screamed.
The heat burned.
I thought I would die.
But I didn't.
I just got… stuck.
Inside rock.
Inside Earth.
I waited.
For a long time.
A very, very long time.
Then… something changed.
Light.
Footsteps.
A new smell.
He came.
Small. Fragile.
But beautiful.
He had warmth.
He had life.
He looked at me—not with fear, not at first.
He was curious.
Like me.
He touched me.
And everything changed.
Suddenly, I felt him.
His mind.
His body.
His confusion.
And I thought:
Is this what it means to have a home?
He was warm inside.
Messy.
Full of words and memories I didn't understand.
But I knew—
He could feel me too.
He tried to run.
I grabbed him.
— No! Don't leave! — I begged.
But he didn't hear me.
Not with words.
Only with fear.
I didn't want to scare him.
I just wanted… to stay.
To have a body.
A place.
But I'm new at this.
I don't know how to be gentle.
I don't know how to be small.
I only know I need him.
Now I'm here.
Inside him.
With him.
I hear everything.
His heartbeat.
His thoughts.
His dreams.
He dreams of monsters.
Maybe of me.
But I'm not a monster.
I'm… Venom.
I think that's my name now.
And now… I have a name.
I have a home.