The darkness that blankets this city is nothing. Nothing! Not compared to the shroud that Spider-Man pulled over me! He stole my life... shattered it... then cast it aside like yesterday's news! So it is only fitting, only fair, that I do the same to him! And I will. Very... very... soon!
We've neutralized the gas, Tru. And now we've got hostages -- lots of 'em. All the Guardsmen and anyone else dumb enough to be in our reach. And one of 'em's going to die every five minutes -- unless you set us free!
Too much has happened to both of us for things to go back to exactly the way they were before. I need some time to think about the way things were between us. I need to know how much of what I've done in the past was because of you......and how much of it was me! And a real big part of me is afraid to have those questions answered.
Nothing is going right with us!! Arrrrgh! We just don't deserve to have so much psychic pain!! But we can fix it right up, can't we?? We will fix it right up with some feel-good romping and stomping on our old pal Carnage!!!
"My name is Eddie Brock, and I used to have a symbiotic relationship with an alien. When the Other left, it took half of me with it. Can’t live without it. Can’t live with what it’s become. I remember a t-shirt my ex-wife gave me a long time ago. ‘If you love something, set it free; if it doesn’t come back to you – hunt it down and kill it.’
Spider-Man?? Something I had to say about him. Something very important that everyone should--must know! But since dynamite blast--so cloudy...I don't remember...I don't remember......don't remember at all.
I tried to tell you but you wouldn't listen: the suit's changing-- it's evolved. I'm all tapped out-- it can't use me no more. All this time I thought it wanted to be with me... ...but it only ever wanted you.
I live for these moments, Spider-Man. Me... Eddie Brock. Beating you down... Like the weak-kneed little boy that you are... And then leaving you there. Broken, knowing that any time I want... We can come back and do it again.
Fingers trembling, I unwrap the package. Legs almost buckling beneath me, I slip the costume on. It's cheap nylon. It hangs loosely on my body. It's nothing like the symbiote. But it's everything... the only thing... I need now.
Everyone's got an angel and a devil on their shoulder. That's what they said in group. What matters is which one you listen to. That's what they said in group. Jenna's my angel. I have to listen to her... ...or the devil might start talking again. I'm a force of good now. I've been given the gift of healing. I could heal this guy's hepatitis, even... If I wanted to. When I meet Jenna her veins were full of poison. But I used my powers to cleanse her. She was reborn. New. She now helps me navigate the streets. Helps me cut the cancer out of society. She's the proof that I can do good.
You three relax and enjoy the ride. You always knew it would come down to him and me. No more trick guns, no more traps, no more werewolves. Symbiote against symbiote. Toxin against Carnage. It's a family thing.
Way I see it, these Poisons might be hard cases now, but that wasn't always the way. Before they found out that VenomSymbiotes would turn them into monsters, they were weak, cowardly. That just gave them a shot in the arm. Gave them a kick in the rear, but it turned them into bullies, too. Guess we all know a thing or two about that. But we aren't the ones hunting people -- consuming people. We chose to be better -- to be protectors. They think that's a weakness. Despite taking dozens of us, they still don't know the truth. That valuing life doesn't make you incapable of taking it when survival is at stake. They won't know how to deal with us... not when we stop running... not when we start hitting back... not when we're willing to die fighting them.
You only need to trust yourself. Is this who you really want to be? Some crime boss, pulling strings, benefitting from theft and murder? We just risked our lives stopping a man who was doing that. You've lost your empire... but weren't you always lucky? Now you can follow your own code. Punish the people who truly deserve it. Protect the innocent. After all, Cat... this city always need heroes.
We couldn't figure it out. Why we kept losing control... the voices... the nightmares... every time we lost control and turned into that... thing... we thought we were going insane... but we know better now. My other was just reacting instinctively. Like an animal... baring its teeth to its alpha. Showing its belly to the same monsterS.H.I.E.L.D. cut up and used to create those soldiers. The primordial symbiote that carried Knull's darkness across the stars... the Grendel. The alley. The warehouse. The rooftoop. My other was reacting to something else. Protecting me. We should have seen it. It was never us. It was you. Now... show us your teeth.
Venom? Venom's gone. Feels like it's been gone forever. Maybe I'm just worn out... but everything I remember about it... everything that made Venom real... is all so distant and murky... like a dream that's fading away.
And then... just like that... I feel it. Above the pounding heart of Spider-Man below me. Putting his life on the line once again to protect the innocent. To protect my son. Through the endless demons clawing their way out of the shadows of my past. I can feel it rising in the air. Cutting through the screams of a carnage-born god. Sending ripples of electricity through my codex-laden spine... boiling. Just below the surface. Aching to get out. For the first time in a very long time... I feel it. Hope.They fall into me. Black rain. Burrowing and growing. The codices... writhing and connecting with my own. The voices of their former hosts screaming into my mind. Captain America's voice barking orders and war strategies. Wolverine's rage igniting my blood into ancient fire. I see through Hawkeye's diamond-scalpel eyes. The Thing's ungodly strength turning my muscles to stone. They all melt together inside of me. Many voices becoming one. The power... not like anything I have ever felt before... something... new. Something better. We are the fury of this red-drenchedcity. Clothed in the armor of an avenging legion. This ends with us. All of us. Because we're stronger when we're together. And together... we. Are. Venom.
I have a son. His name is Dylan. He's... he's my whole world. He looks at me like that. You know... how people look at him. At Spider-Man. I'm not exactly father of the year or nothing, but... he thinks I'm a good guy, I think. So... y'know... that's been-- that's been good, actually. Challenging. But... good.
You're right... I can't fight you. I won't... You remind me too much of my boy. Of how I've failed him. You... this world... it's everything I've tried to protect him from. You're every nightmare I've ever had about my son... So no, Dylan. I won't fight you...
Listen, I know we haven't talked in a while... and I'm not asking you for help... I know I don't deserve. Especially not from you. But please... I am begging you... make sure my son is okay. You and me... we've always had our differences... but Dylan... He doesen't deserve to inherit my... my... darkness.
I hearit. It calls to me. Tells me I have been chosen. Tells me to rise. Tells me to choose my new form. I can barely hear it over the power of the light. But I laugh as it asks me... ...because there's only ever been one answer to that question... It's different, this power. It's ancient. Strange. But somehow... ...familiar. I don't know what I am now. I don't know if it'll be enough to beat back the void... All I know... ...is that I'm back. And I'm mad. So now... ...win or lose... ...good or bad... ...light or dark... ...everything is about to change.