#WWWWWWHEW.

[underude]

“ i did… what i had to do… ”

          “ Harry... ”

     His voice shatters, like the bones in his hands. The words catch in his throat, and his sight fogs. He blinks it away, as best he could. There was only so much to do now. Black ‘sludge’ rests, outstretched from the epicenter that was Harry’s body. This experiment enabled everything. He was fixed. Harry’d gotten better. The fragile man that Peter hadn’t been allowed to witness vanished. In his place literally stood a new Osborn.

     Just as quickly as he appeared, this thing ripped him away.

          Agitation, brutality, everything that, to Peter’s memory, wasn’t Harry. His trip to ‘Europe’ changed him, and it took weeks to realize why. This parasite; the ‘symbiote’, had done this.

          Or maybe, that was just the man’s way of rationalizing beating his friend down. The sound would haunt his dreams for the rest of his days... The crunch of his own friend’s bones, the hissing of the monster he’d been forced to become. Worst of all, the squealing of Harry’s own voice, once he broke through at last.

          It worked.                    Together, the childhood duo forced ‘Venom’ back. They made it retreat, and while Peter’s priority should be how it’s remnants slither into a crack in the concrete, his eyes fall on his friend.

          Finally, his throat is just barely able to relax. He’s, at last, able to choke out;       “ Yeah... Yeah, you did, buddy... ”