Joined: 27 Jan 2007 Posts: 3932 Location: Wisconsin
Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 7:45 pm Post subject: Venom- 365 days of Hell- 52 weeks of torment
This is it! The all new series! 52 issues is a lot, but I'm gonna do it! I'll try to get #1 done today or tommorow, but I'm working om my other fan fic too! _________________ "THE ULTIMATE MARVEL TRIVIA GAME! C'mon it's Fun!"
Joined: 27 Jan 2007 Posts: 3932 Location: Wisconsin
Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 9:11 pm Post subject:
Yeah, I'm scared! But some will be short!
Like example:
Week 48, Day 5
Nothing important happened on this day! I sat home and eat ice cream and watched re-runs of "The Dukes of Hazard"!
Some days will be like that! Some weeks will be more eventful than others! Guest stars will be galore! Just about all of Spidey's enemies will show up! _________________ "THE ULTIMATE MARVEL TRIVIA GAME! C'mon it's Fun!"
Joined: 27 Jan 2007 Posts: 3932 Location: Wisconsin
Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 9:12 pm Post subject:
Venom- 365 days of Hell- 52 weeks of torment
WEEK 1
Week 1, Day 1
Splash! Splash! Splash! The man known as Eddie Brock ran through the dark sewers of New York City. He had just survived a horrible explosion, thanks to his symbiote. But the symbiote did not survive! It had given it's life for it's master. Gotta keep running. I ran fast as I could. I wanted to make sure the cops weren't trailing me.I spent the whole morning, afternoon, and night down there. othin' much happened. Nothing much to tell. I tripped on a pipe and fell in the sewage water. And yeah it was just as you would think. Gross. I stank like a sewer-hole. But it didn't matter. The stech down there was much worse than me. After running down there all day, I saw a couple of sewer workers. I ducked down and ran past them. They never saw me. But I overheard a bit of their conversation. "Didja see that explosion, y'know the one where that black guy got caught up in?" one asked the other. "No, I caught it on the news though, wasn't that last night?" he replied back. "Yeah, almost 11 at night, woke up a lot of poor suckers" the other one snickered. "So Spider-Man finally went nutso, eh?" the other one asked. "Yeah, that Venom wacko died, or so the police said, they're still investigatin', but nothin' could survive that" the man said as he picked up a flashlight. "Bout damn time that Venom guy is dead, good to have one less pyscho off this messed up streets" the other man said. "Yeah, swell to have him gone" the other guy said as he shined the light around. Their convesation made me mad, real mad. I wanted to snap their fat plump necks. But at the risk of alerting the authorities, I kept going and controlled my anger. I felt cold and alone without my suit. I needed it. I wandered through the sewer and found a place to sleep. I took shelter behind some crates and fell asleep, cold and alone. I had dreams of my symbiote. I missed it. And I swore that it called out tom me. But it was just a dream. So there you have it. The first day, of the year with no Venom. Not much, right? Pretty bland, huh? Trust me, it gets better!
Week 1, Day 2
I woke up early. I think. I didn't have a watch. There was no windows. I had no idea what time it was. I just knew I had to get out of that stinky sewer. It stunk and it was depressing. So I wlaked the whole day. Musta been hours. I walked a neverending path of sewage water, rats both dead and alive, and lots o' pipes. I saw no workers down there all day. I walked for many hours. I got pretty deep into the sewer. So when I was walking I thought I felt a tickle on my right leg. I couldn't see if there was anything on it or not, 'cause the stinky water was up to my waist. I thought nothing of it, and trudged on. But as I kep goin' the tickle became more of a painful scratch. So I stopped and stood still. I swore I saw a bubble come to the surface. So I reached my hand into the murky sewage water and felt something big and hard. It felt like all scaley or something. An' before I could bring my hand back up, I felt rows and rows of sharp teeth bite my hand hard. I lifted it up in pain and howled in rage. It was bleeding al crazy. I held it in agony, and then all of a sudden, right before my very eyes, a creature emerged from the depths of the murky water. The thing was all scaley and green. It had two huge yellow eyes, a huge tail, and two hands with big claws. It wore some kinda white lab coat. It had a nametag on the coat, but I couldn't friggin' read it. When I recovered from shock, I noticed it was lunging right for me, claws an' teeth and all! So I rolled out of the way, but I got a mouthful of sewer water. I gagged and my stomach lurched. When I looked up again, I looked at the creature and I knew who it was. Some clown dubbed THE LIZARD!
So I smacked him with my fist, right in his jaw. He hopped back in pain. Then he went on some stupid rant saying "Sssss, Brock, I am The Lizzzzard, and I'm gonna ss-kill you sssssss". I paid no attention adn just went at him. I smacked him over and over with both my fists, but his skin was so tough, I didn't dent him, adn I almost broke my fists. He tried to stick me with his claws, but I jumped back. Then I got in the talkin' mood and I said to em' "Hey freak, I may not have my symbiote no more, but that don't mean I'm powerless". Then I hit him real hard in his stomach and made a good hit on him. He felt that one. He hissed in pain, and tried a desperate tail whip attack. I jumped over it easily, then a laid a kick right on his chiny-chin-chin and knocked him into the sewer muck. The I boasted a lil' and said to the freak "See these pipes?; Y'know how hard I work out?; I'm buffed up baby". And The Lizard tried to get out of the water, but I tackled him back into it, and went inta the crap, right with em'. We both were under the sewage, and we punched each other as many times as we could. He tried to bite my head off with those huge teeth of his, but I grabbed his jaw, and pushed it back. I kneed him in the gut, and watched him squeal in agony. I surfaced to the water and let out long gasps of air, but before I could settle my heartbeat down, the Lizard grabbed me by the feet and pulled me back under again. He ended up slashing me across the back, with his big sharp claws, and I bled right through my white tanktop. I managed to turn around, and I was pissed. I stuck my fist in his mouth, and went far. I ignored the pain that shot in my wrist, when he bit down on it, an' kept goin'. I shoved it so far he started to choke. I slowly brought him to the surface, and brought him up. When we bobbed up and outta the muck, I took out my fist and started to puch him over and over. He leaped at me again and missed. He hit the wall and fell to the water. He hissed at me and said with red eyes "sssssymbiote, you don't have itttttt, and yet you stillllllllll manage to beat meeeee". "Ya wanna know why hon?" I asked him with a big grin. "Whhhhyyyy, you parassssssite?" he asked me teeth shown. "Cause I'm bigger, badder, and stronger, and you're just a Lizard wuss" I said as I puched him right in the teeth. A few of his teeth shattered and blood poured out. He hissed in agony, and his tail whipped like crazy. That's when I made my final move on him.
I grabbed his big lizard tail, and started to swing him around and around in a big circle. I picked up speed with every lap, and when he was whirling real good, I let im' go. Course he tried to bit off his tail, but it was too late. I tossed him half a mile. He went flying way into the distance, and I never saw im' again that day. I beat him easy like. Even without my symbiote, I was a force ta be reckoned with. I looked back only once, and I wuz on my way. I hiked for another couple a' miles until I finally found a ladder leading to a manhole. I climbed up and opened it. When I opened it, it was complely dark, except for some dull street lamp light. I looked up to the sky and saw stars and a half full moon. It was night, which meant I had been in that sewer for 2 days and almost 2 nights. I stunk horribly. There was no one around, except for some teeneagers dressed in black. Buncha goth faggots is all they were. I looked around and saw a vacant parking lot near a downtown bar. Buildings were all around me, but most were real crappy lookin'. I figured I was in a nasty part of New York. Somethin' caught my eye though. Some drunk guy stumbled out of a bar and into the parking lot. There was a couple of old cars parked there. The car was a brown piece of junk. I hurried over to the guy who was stumbling like hell. He couldn't even figure out how to open the car. I approached him and did him a huge favor. I took his car and drove away. I mean c'mon. I woulda been a bad citizen if I hadn't stopped him from gettin' in the car. He coulda killed someone behind the wheel. So I drove away into the night. Looking around from in the moving car, bad memories filled my mind. New York held all the times I was Venom in it. I missed my symbiote and my hatred of Spider-Man grew. I hated him. He tried to kill me. He killed my symbiote. The only thing I knew that night, was I wanted far away from that city. Far far away. Everyone thought I was dead? Made it easier for me. So I drove all night, and that's it for the second day and night without me. Onto day three...
Week 1, Day 3
So on day three I just drove and drove. Real boring day. I stopped for breakfast at some place called Tiffany's. Funny thing is I couldn't get that stupid song out of my head when I left. I started singing in the car. (sings)"And I said what about, breakfast at Tiffany's?" "She said I think I...hum hum hum" "We both kinda liked it" (hums more) So I kep singing that stupid sucky song, and drove until 2:30 in the afternoon. I stopped at Burger King for a Whopper, then hit the road again. I wasn't as hungry as I used to be. My symbiote was gone, and so was my appetite, I guess. So I drove in heavy traffic all day. It drove me nuts. I used ta swing right over them stupid cars, but now I was your everyday, avearge Joe. The only thing that kept me going, was my lust for Spider-Man's brains. I wanted him dead. So I rounded out the day on the road. I made my way to New Jersey. I found a small motel in upstate Jersey, one that didn't ask questions. I took a shower at 12:20 AM, then crawled in bed and ended day 3. Can't tell ya how many cockroaches there were crawling around that place. Grossed me out. Wsahing away that sewer smell was the best thing I coulda done. I fell asleep with visions of Spidey's head in my head.
Week 1, Day 4
I woke up at 3:30 in the afternoon. Man was I tired. I got up and caught lunch downtown. I was in some samll town called "Velmburg". All the people were pretty friendly. I got a black coat while in town. Got a good deal on it. Didn't have a lot of money though. Knew that would be a proble in a couple of months. Didn't worry about it then. I put my hands in my pockets and kep walkin'. The sun was kinda warm, but it was till a chilly day. I went around back to this liquor store. I was planning to cross a road up ahead, but I was stopped by this goon with a gun. It was a small handgun. Nothing to worry about when I had my Symbiote. But when I was human, it coulda been deadly. The guy had the nerve to say ta me "Give me all the money you have on you, and that nice jacketm or I'll blow your head off". "C'mon, I used to be so much more than you, I did" I said glaring at him, and staying calm. "Just shut up, give me the money, before the cpos get here, NOW!" he yelled at me getting all panicky. "You know who I used to be?" I asked in a calm manner. "Abe Lincoln, I don't care, quit foolin' around" he said impatient. "I used to be a guy people called a pyscho, I used to be VENOM!" I yelled smiling, as I grabbd his wrist, broke it, took his gun, and threw it into a dumpster. "Agghhh" he howled in agony. I just puched him real hard, between the eyes, and watched him black out. That was the end of that ordeal. I kept walking, and left him lay there. The rest of the day was a boring day. When I had my symbiote there was never a boring day. Now everything sucked. I found a little gym place called "Craig's Gym" and joined the membership there. I figured I wanted to keep my muscles tuned, I had ta work out. So I decided to try the place out in the morning. After that I caught dinner at a local diner. Then I went to the movies. I watched some stupid flick called "When a Man loves a Spider". the spiders annoyed me. And I didn't understand how a man would love a spider. After that I went back to my room, read a magazine, and fell asleep. More dreams of my symbiote and Spider-Man filled my head. I dreamed of killing Spider-Man and smiled. So ends the fourth day.
Week 1, Day 5
So like I said the day before, I got up real early and headed straight to the gym. I got there and only saw a few other guys. I hit the weights hard and heavy. I sweated hard, but I lifted a ton of weight. I kept those muscles in tune. I worked em' until they throbbed. I hit all the machines I could. Most of em' were fairly old and rusty, but they worked just fine. The aroma stunk in there too. I did 175 push-ups, then took a break. My motivation for excercising has always been my hatred of Spider-Man. Some people listen to music while they work out. Me? I just think about Spider-Man and how he ruined my life! That always seems to work! I worked out for a good four hours, then I got somethin' ta eat. I saw a few cop cars, and made sure to avoid them. Nothin' interesting to report. The rest of the day, I just sat in my room and carved a Spider-Man figure in the floor. I plotted the course of my revenge, and watched CNN. "Anything exciting, happen at home, Jameson?" Venom asked the editor in the present. "Uh...uh... actually yeah, Spider-Man battled a-a villian that day, and I watched and heard" Jameson replied nervous. "Tell us all about it, we really wanna know" Venom said with a laugh. "Okay" Jameson said with a gulp.
Well it was about 6:00 in the evening in hevy New Yo and I was riding in the back of a taxi, in heavy New York City traffic. When right in front of my taxi, I saw a puff of smoke and this stupid guy with a fishbowl for a helmet appeared in front of me. He had a purple cape, and wore green. I knew who the clown was right away. That nutty ex-movie star. Quentin Beck. Or Mysterio as he liked to be called. Anyway I thought he was coming towards the taxi I was in, when all of a sudden from behind him, I saw that web swinging menace coming for him. Spider-Man! She he hit him in the back with his legs. A real cheap shot, which is so typical of that wall crawler! So Mysterio came crashing to the ground, and Spider-Man started to packer slap him. He made stupid quircky remarks, like "How's it hangin' fishhead?", and "My my what a big ugly head you have grandma". Then Beck said "Leave me be Web head, I have no time for your childish insults today". Then Spider-Man said to him "Awwww, but I was just getting started man". Then Spider-Man beat him up pretty good. "Man compared to Venom you're like, um, nothing" Spider-Man said to him. Mysterio got mad. You could tell. "I'LL SHOW, ER, TEACH YOU NOT TO UNDERESTIMATE ME AGAIN WALL CRAWLER" Beck yelled. It sounded funny with his fishbowl head. Beck threw smoke things, but Spider-Man webbed onto his bowl head thing and yanked it off. The bowl then hit the ground and shattered into a million pieces. Then that menace hit him hard in the head about 6 times. Mysterio yelled "STOP", but that menace hit him again, and knocked him out. Then he had the nerve to say to me when he saw me "Oh hey if it isn't my little friend, J. Jonah Jameson, publisher of the worst paper in town, ta ta pal". Then he waved, webbed up Beck, and swung away into the city. Man that menace made me mad. I hate that stupid show off! " Jameson ended his story. "Lovely then, back to MY story" Venom said as he told Jameson what to write next.
Week 1, Day 6
Well I worked out again that day. I found a magazine with Spider-Man pics in it, and cut em' all out. Then I tacked them to my motel room wall, and drew knives onto the picture. I did that for three hours straight, and it didn't get old. Not once! Other than that, I visited a local musuem. I dunno why. I hate museums, but I was bored. The for the rest of the day, I walked around town. At night I got a cheap dinner. There was a cute waitress. I hit on her and slapped her butt. She didn't apprecaite it very much. She slapped me in the face and I fell down. After that I went back to my room, watched t.v. and went to bed. Another exciting day. NOT! One more day until the first week without a Venom, is done! Let's do this!
Week 1, Day 7
Another real boring day! I didn't leave my room all day! I just doodled Spider-Man dying a million times. I ordered room service. Nothing good happened until 3 in the afternoon. The phone rang in my room. I let it ring four times before I answered it. I was wondering how anyone knew I was here. I said "Yeah?" and waited for a reply. Ten seconds of nothing but static. "WHAT?" I barked into the phone again. "I'm comin' for you Brock" said a real high pitched voice. An irritating yey familar voice said again "I will getcha". Then the person let out a shrill laugh and I heard a click. I put the phone down slowly. I was in disbelief. I knew who it was. I should have anyway. I just couldn't remember where I had heard that before. I pondered that until I hit the pillow that night. I dreamt of Spider-Man, the symbiote, and that voice. And that's it for my first week. Like it? Good read? Well it gets better! Now for Week 2...
Next in Venom- 365 days of Hell- 52 weeks of torment :
WEEK 2!!!!!!
Bonus-
HIDDEN TALE:
Unbeknowest to Venom or Jameson, this happened on Week 1, Day 7. No one in New York knew this happened. Where the crashed helicopter had been. The one that had killed the symbiote and Venom, but not Eddie Brock. There was a few cracks in the street. From one of the cracks, something black, slimey, and gooey slithered out and onto the road. It pulled itself out and slithered into the city. It was weak, but still alive. It was cold and alone. It needed it's host. It needed Eddie Brock. It needed to become Venom again. It hated Spider-Man more than ever. The puddle moved and hissed with every foot it took. It was the SYMBIOTE! And it wasn't dead yet...
End of Week 1 _________________ "THE ULTIMATE MARVEL TRIVIA GAME! C'mon it's Fun!"
Joined: 27 Jan 2007 Posts: 3932 Location: Wisconsin
Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 9:21 pm Post subject:
That is my worry too! I'm gonna take this series real slow like! My next issue posted will be Trivia #4! I just have to stay focused and I can do this! _________________ "THE ULTIMATE MARVEL TRIVIA GAME! C'mon it's Fun!"
Joined: 27 Jan 2007 Posts: 3932 Location: Wisconsin
Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 9:24 pm Post subject:
I'm gonna need it! Thanks man! One good thing is, schools out soon, and then I'll have a good chunck of time in the Summer to write more! _________________ "THE ULTIMATE MARVEL TRIVIA GAME! C'mon it's Fun!"
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52 issues????!!!!! HOLY CRAP!!!!
But some will be short!
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