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imareporter) wrote2019-02-24 09:01 pm
imareporter) wrote2019-02-24 09:01 pm
Family Reunion
Who: Anne and Eddie (and possibly Dylan Brock Eddie's apparent son.) and Venom.
What?: Reckonings. realities. Eddie confronts that his partner of so many years isn't telling the whole truth. After 12 years of being bonded to an alien symbiote and having your DNA forcibly altered there's no other way to get it out.
Warnings: These are not happy people period. Possible mentions of death.
[he's been here before.
Not here, on this townhouse. It's a new townhouse and Eddie is fucking terrified of being discovered. Christ she has flowers on the porch and a cat oozes it's way out of the darkness. He's been here before because he feels weak and shaky. It feels like half of him is gone, but when your other half has been lying to you effectively sometimes you have to make the decisions...
And there's something else. Someone else, a pre-teen kid sleeping on his couch. Carl Brock's in the wind which is just as well because if "Edward Brock: Convicted Serial Killer" made the evening news this wouldn't go over well and he has to know.
Standing on the porch staring down at the cat who stares right back he cradles something close. The symbiote - his symbiote - his partner, his friend, hell his lover (and he wasn't proud of that at all) who had apparently been lying to him this whole time.
He'd had a life, or at least tried to make amends and after one of the worst fights against Carnage (their son, no matter how weird that felt.) A woman had been to see him in prison, she'd been there to help him and when he'd gotten out the two of them had fallen into bed together and supposedly that's where Dylan came from.
His son. Not theirs.
The creature in the container twitches and looks at him with a pair of eyes before Eddie coughs into his hand and presses his hand to the door frame. He's felt this weak before, but this is worse. The thing in the tube is dying and he has to find Dylan's mother and...
and what?
It's not important Eddie what's important is what's coming Eddie please please-]
Shut the fuck up.
[The symbiote isn't connected to him but he fancied he could hear the thing's voice even as he leaned against the doorframe and pressed a hand to the wood.]
Shut up. Just...Just shut up.
[Two knocks and the doorbell for good measure. According to the Doctor's at the Life Foundation Reborn (and what the fuck was that?) his heart was atrophied but they could fix it and it was...
He didn't want to go. He wanted to help Dylan but just in case...
Whoever happens to open the door to the San Francisco townhouse will see a man in a faded gray hoodie with a massive tube underneath one arm. He's sporting an unkempt heavy beard and despite looking strong - is pale and shaky out in the dark.
A light rain begins to fall.]
What?: Reckonings. realities. Eddie confronts that his partner of so many years isn't telling the whole truth. After 12 years of being bonded to an alien symbiote and having your DNA forcibly altered there's no other way to get it out.
Warnings: These are not happy people period. Possible mentions of death.
[he's been here before.
Not here, on this townhouse. It's a new townhouse and Eddie is fucking terrified of being discovered. Christ she has flowers on the porch and a cat oozes it's way out of the darkness. He's been here before because he feels weak and shaky. It feels like half of him is gone, but when your other half has been lying to you effectively sometimes you have to make the decisions...
And there's something else. Someone else, a pre-teen kid sleeping on his couch. Carl Brock's in the wind which is just as well because if "Edward Brock: Convicted Serial Killer" made the evening news this wouldn't go over well and he has to know.
Standing on the porch staring down at the cat who stares right back he cradles something close. The symbiote - his symbiote - his partner, his friend, hell his lover (and he wasn't proud of that at all) who had apparently been lying to him this whole time.
He'd had a life, or at least tried to make amends and after one of the worst fights against Carnage (their son, no matter how weird that felt.) A woman had been to see him in prison, she'd been there to help him and when he'd gotten out the two of them had fallen into bed together and supposedly that's where Dylan came from.
His son. Not theirs.
The creature in the container twitches and looks at him with a pair of eyes before Eddie coughs into his hand and presses his hand to the door frame. He's felt this weak before, but this is worse. The thing in the tube is dying and he has to find Dylan's mother and...
and what?
It's not important Eddie what's important is what's coming Eddie please please-]
Shut the fuck up.
[The symbiote isn't connected to him but he fancied he could hear the thing's voice even as he leaned against the doorframe and pressed a hand to the wood.]
Shut up. Just...Just shut up.
[Two knocks and the doorbell for good measure. According to the Doctor's at the Life Foundation Reborn (and what the fuck was that?) his heart was atrophied but they could fix it and it was...
He didn't want to go. He wanted to help Dylan but just in case...
Whoever happens to open the door to the San Francisco townhouse will see a man in a faded gray hoodie with a massive tube underneath one arm. He's sporting an unkempt heavy beard and despite looking strong - is pale and shaky out in the dark.
A light rain begins to fall.]
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He subtly, not so subtly maybe, puts himself between her and the symbiote. Arms around her, his head against her shoulder. She's been just as abused as he has. If not moreso and it's all because of this thing, that thing, which...is still his fault. If he hadn't been so stupid...
Venom's pain is palpable to him. It looks less like a human and more like an animal. The container tips and freezes.
"Ignore it. Ignore it." He can't shush her but instead he hums and winces, his chest fluttering, "Cause I need you okay? And Dylan needs you. My dad broke his arm."
He holds her hands, features serious. This is not the same goofy reporter that she knew. This is a man who's been in combat, who looks it.
"I'm going to support both of you."
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He needs her. Dylan needs her. She's needed. But then his next words cause another sudden, blinding flare of anger. She grips his hands back.
"Your dad did what?" And there - just there - is a taste of the Old Anne. She focuses on Eddie with a piercing unfaltering gaze, her tone dangerous. It's one thing to live in a vacuum of information, but here he's realized her worst fears and it's doing the job of lighting the fire in her again.
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He buries his head in her shoulder, "I need to sit down. Dylan said Dad hit him. That's enough for you to try and get custody back. I know a guy who can fake - anything you need to get him."
He has no way of getting him back. Between his record, it'd take him an eternity to get to where he could take care of them. Except maybe he should. Maybe he should turn himself in and throw himself on the mercy of the court and get compassionate early release.
The thing behind them twitched and he can practically hear I can fix it Eddie! I can!
"But I'll be here behind the scenes okay? So you won't have to do this by yourself." he swallows, "...I need you with me on this because I swear to god I'll kill Carl and I don't...I don't want to kill people anymore."
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She muses to herself that she may not be the best person to stop anyone from killing Carl Brock; it's been one of the prevailing fantasies of hers when she affords herself the chance to dream. She wordlessly fixes her mess, then disappears into the kitchen and returns with two glasses of water, pressing one into Eddie's hands.
Maybe she'd do alright.
"I'm here." It's something of a struggle for her to say, considering she hasn't felt anywhere since her recovery, not in the sense that she could guarantee she'd be consistently present. But, it's sincere. He's given her reason to at least try.
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"...I'm sick." He pauses, "That-That thing..." Pointing at the symbiote he rises, before weakly falling to the couch, "That thing made me think I had cancer. It changed the tests until it...it...gave me it."
His voice is filled with loathing before he buries himself in her couch, "...This. All of this is because of an experimental fucking...treatment thing. It's a long story." He swallows, "I'll bring Dylan here. Or you can come there. I might actually need a ride back there to be honest."
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She takes a moment before she replies, "I can drive you. Do you need anything else, any groceries?"
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This is slightly selfish of him to ask. It sounds so stupid in his mind, but his mind is clear, "I mean all I've got is chocolate and tater tots and I guess kids need to eat other stuff besides that."
He laughs weakly, "That's a joke."
The thing in the jar.
The thing in the jar twitches and the jar moves with a clunk and Eddie's eyes go wide. He moves himself between Anne and the thing, his body a broad wall between the two of them - but the thing is still.
He's breathing hard and heavy but when the thing doesn't move he swallows, "...Maybe half a joke. Quarter of."
"I'm giving that thing to the New Life Foundation tomorrow." But he sounds so regretful. It's palpable.