7 CH-7: The Revelation
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Last night was a complete nightmare, a nightmare that I don't want to remember or relive but it is stuck like a rusted nail at the very back of my head.
I stood up from bed and rushed towards the sink as the faces filled with terror flashed into my mind, I pressed my head against the basin and began to throw up.
I held the back of my head as I groaned in pain, my eyes began to water as I felt a deep copperish-iron taste in my mouth.
My body was unable to handle the process and I fell back as I finished, with smudges all over my t-shirt.
"Fuck." I mumbled looking over at the mess I had made.
This isn't how I envisioned my Sunday to begin, shown a future where I die at the hands of a maniac, before awakening a symbiote living inside me and followed by a rampage of flesh and blood, which I only remember parts of, with a killer headache on its way.
Not in the least of what I expected.
Grumbling at my state, I picked myself up, moved towards the sink and opened the tap. As the cold water hit my face, I felt the headache lessening a bit.
Letting out a sigh, I opened my eyes and stared at the blackish goo figure with white eyes looking back at me through the mirror, its mouth wide open, teeths sharp as a shark's protruding out.
"You killed them all didn't you?" I asked, but it was more of a statement.
[Yes]
I banged the sink and walked out of the restroom, of course after I cleaned up the mess.
That was all the answer I needed right now, I didn't want to hear any more of 'that thing'.
There were way too many things I didn't understand.
Who was that creepy Seer guy?
How do I have the symbiote when Peter isn't even Spider-Man yet?
What kinda fucked up universe is this?
There are no answers in hand for any of that.
I needed time to think this through, so I got out of my room and climbed down the stairs to the living room.
Ben was having a cup of coffee while the News played on the T.V, May was busy in the kitchen and Pete was missing, probably in his room, reading a book or something.
"Hey guys." I grumbled, inattentively as I stepped down the stairs, ahh, fuck the migraine.
It almost felt like I was having a hangover for some reason.
"Eddy, you look tired." Ben commented, turning away from the screen, he raised his brows while I took a seat next to him.
"Yeah." I grumbled, leaning my head against his shoulder.
Ben wrapped his arm around and checked my temperature while May came out with a plate of roasted bacon and broccoli salad.
"Eddy, you hungry?"
"Not really." I mumbled.
"Woah, honey you look pale, are you alright?" She asked, walking over to me in concern.
"He doesn't have a fever, I think he is just tired, May." Uncle Ben replied.
"Are you tired Eddy?" May tilted her head with a sad smile. "Do you want to have some soup?"
"I would go for some pizzas." I chuckled.
"You know the rule, honey, no pizza on Sunday." May shrugged as she moved back to the table.
"That's a stupid rule, why is that even a rule?" I scowled, pizza is the best, why no pizza?
[I agree]
'Nobody asked.'
Both Ben and May raised their brows at my words and gave me a knowing smirk.
"Ok, young man, you gotta put a dollar on the swear jar." Ben said, pointing at a glass jar, half full with one dollar bills.
Most of which from me and Ben. Peter and May are like saints in that department.
"From when is 'stupid' a swear word?" I asked, truly confused by their vocabulary.
"Hey Eddy said a bad word!" The mop haired kid in his pyjamas, standing half way at the stairs pointed out loud.
"I know Pete." Ben nodded and turned back to me. "Now that's two strikes kiddo, which means two dollars but I would go for a dollar and 50 cent, if you apologise."
"You didn't give us any pocket money this week though?" I pointed.
"Yeah, what's that about?" Pete joined.
"Ahh…" Ben trailed off as we got him in a corner. "May, a little help here."
"You walked into that one yourself, babe." May sighed and went back to setting the table.
"What is that?!" Pete suddenly yelled, pointing at the News.
Ben narrowed his eyes and picked up the remote, increasing the volume while May moved closer in interest.
A middle aged man was standing at the crossroads of Hell's kitchen and behind him were several police vehicles, cops were bustling through the place and so were the reporters.
"-The people of Hell's kitchen are terrified by this incident, 25 people dead and the body count still increasing, many of the bodies seemed to have been torn in half and their heads missing.
The killer's motive remains unknown and so do their identities, while a group of people claim that this must be another handwork of the infamous psychotic mass murderer Cletus Kasady, who still remains at large.
But while Captain Jean Dewolff strongly suggests that Kasady was not behind this, she promised to give results as soon as possible.
Follow CNN as we cover this whole fiasco of Hell's night as the people have dubbed this spree of murders.-"
"Oh my god." May muttered unconsciously as they showed the bodies being pulled into the ambulances.
"-Yeah, George, it's me." While Uncle Ben was already on the phone, talking to his friend from work, trying to get a grasp of the situation. "Huh, do they need me there?"
"No." May mouthed as she heard Uncle Ben speak on the phone, Ben gave her a sad smile and picked up his jacket.
"Sure, I'm on my way." Ben hung up the call and pulled his boots.
"Do you really need to go?" May asked, almost pleading him to stay.
"This looks serious May, they could use all the help they can get." Ben replied, before pulling May into a hug and pressing his lips against hers. "Love you, take care of the brats."
"Love you too." May whispered as Ben left the house while I sighed, turning back to the screen.
'That was you right?'
[Yes, It was we]
'Don't you dare say we, I had no control over any of the things that happened yesterday.' I barked back mentally.
[My kind needs the food to live Eddy or else I would have to eat you and I don't want to eat you]
'Your kind? What are you?'
[We are called, Klyntars]
So it is the alien version of Venom.
[And we were sent here to consume this planet]
'Wait what do you mean 'We'?' I blinked as a crazy theory popped into my mind. 'Are there others like you?'
[Yes, we were a group but many of us didn't survive the journey and the few that landed here were captured by a group of people]
'A group of people? Who?'
[People your father worked for]
'How do you know about my father?' I asked, gritting my teeth.
I knew Jack worked as a scientist but I never knew who he worked for, I never even bothered to look into it, once he died.
Did he know that I had the symbiote?
Wait a minute. Did Eddy have the symbiote even before I came here?
Oh man, this is getting fucked up.
[Eddy, Your father was the one, who put me inside your body]
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