The den was in chaos. The
vipers were fleeing as streams of light broke through the dusty darkness.
Around her, Missy could see the explosions of slime as the light hit the
creatures, and their bodies combusted. It would have been disturbing if it didn’t
feel so good.
A few vipers remained
asleep, their brains unable to wake up during the daylight hours. Venom was one
of them. Others were trying to pull
themselves awake, their defenses overriding their brains as they felt the hot
burning of the light on their exposed flesh. Venom, though… Venom did not stir.
He slumbered as his people
died around him. She didn’t know if she should be crying or laughing. Maybe a
little of both? Those creatures had been human once. They had abandoned that
humanity to save themselves, but could she blame them? Terror can make a person
do some pretty horrible things.
Venom, though… Venom was
a monster, through and through. He was pure evil made whole. He deserved
everything that he had coming to him, and finally, it was coming.
It had begun.
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