I like Venom so...

[wolfsfang]

...I thought I would have a go at writing a Venom movie. I only started today so it is just the beginning. I will post more as I write it.

Anyway here it is so any feedback would be welcome

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EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT

A young woman walks cautiously down a darkened and decrepid alley clutching a small handbag tightyl to her chest. She glances to each side as she moves looking for any sign of potential danger.

Suddenly she hears a loud noise as one of the trash can lids falls to the floor. She spins around and gives a sigh of relief when a tabby cat runs out of its hiding space and vanishes into the night

WOMAN
(Sighs)
Stupid cat.

The woman turns to carry on her journey and almost immediately bumps into two scruffy looking men that appear to have been living on the streets for some time. Their clothes are dirty and ripped, the face dirty and unshaven and their pale complexion and wide eyes tell us that alcohol might not be the only thing they rely on to keep going.

One of the men smirks menacingly at the woman as he looks down at the bag.

MAN ONE
(to Woman)
Got a smoke?

WOMAN
Excuse me?

MAN ONE
You deaf lady? I asked if you had a smoke?

WOMAN
No. I mean excuse me!

The woman pushes the man put of the way and starts to walk past them. She gets a little further up the alley but they run after her and block her way again.

MAN ONE
Come on just give us a smoke. Here my friend will help you find one.
Before she can stop him, he quickly snatches her bag away and throws it to the other man.

WOMAN
(Shocked)
Hey!

The other man begins to rummage through the bag, spilling its contents of makeup and appointment cards onto the floor. Finally he pulls out a small bundle of notes and places them into his own pocket.

WOMAN (CONT’D)
Hey that’s mine.

She moves to take her bag back but the first man grabs her and throws her back against the wall. She hits her head and falls to the floor hard.

With the woman unconscious the two men begin to walk away from the scene but they themselves are blocked by a large figure that seems to fill the alley in front of them. The position of the light means they can only see the figures silhouette.

One of the man raises his forearm across his head and scurnches his eyes to get a better view of the person that is in their way.

MAN ONE
(to Figure)
Can I help you with something?

The figure remains silent

MAN ONE (CONT’D)
You going to move or do you want to end up like the nice ady over there?

Still the figure remains silent.

MAN ONE (CONT’D)
F***k this! I’ll move you my...

A black tentacle whips out from the figures arm and whips around the guys neck and hoists him into the air.

MAN ONE (CONT’D)
(choking)
Urk!
(to friend)
Don’t just stand there.

The second guy looks unsure of what to do. Suddenly desperation takes over and he dashes toward the figure in what appears to be an attempted tackle.

Another thicker tentacle shoots out of the chest of the figure, forcing the man backward at alarming speed and slamming him hard into the wall.
The tentacle wraps around the waist of the man and lift him also into the air. Both men find themselves hoisted in the air by long black, slimy tentacles.

Suddenly they are dragged forward and for the first time they, and us, get a good view of the person, or should that be creature? that has them in its grip.

With the unmistakable large white eyes and massive fang filled grin that threatens to split the head in half we see that it is none other than VENOM.

MAN TWO
Jesus Christ what the f**k is this thing?

VENOM
Oh so this one does talk! We were beginning to think it was a Jay and Silent Bob deal.

MAN ONE
Please!

VENOM
Please what?

MAN ONE
Don’t hurt us! Please. We’ll do anything.

VENOM
Anything?

MAN ONE
Anything.

Venom’s smile gets larger

He whips the men around to face the unconscious woman

VENOM
Apologise

MAN ONE
I’m sorry

VENOM
Excuse me?

MAN ONE
(louder)
I’m sorry

VENOM

We forgive you

More tentacles begin to whip out just as it fades to black.
When the screen is totally black we hear a blood curdling scream that would haunt the nightmares of even the toughest man for the rest of his life.

EXT. ALLEY - DAY

The alley is alive with people as police officers try to keep the members of the press away from the homicide detectives and forensic teams who are trying to do their jobs.

Two men stand out above all others. A tired looking man who looks like he has seen his fare share of horrors, Detective Fred Mackey and his new rookie partner, Detective Karen Holmes.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
S**t.

He stares down at the two bodies, or what is left of them. The heads and arms are missing and what is left has been totally removed of skin

DETECTIVE HOLMES
It’s the same guy isn’t it?

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Sure looks that way. The missing head thing is new but the skinning is definitely him.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
What does that make? Twenty so far?

DETECTIVE MACKEY
That we know of. Looks like we have a God damn serial on our hands.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Two serial killers at the same time in the same place. A bit unlikely don’t you think.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Unlikely? Yes! But the evidence is right at our feet.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
And you’re sure it’s not the same guy doing both sets of murders.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Almost certainly. All the witnesses we could find said that they saw a large man leaving the area.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Large man? That is all we have to go on?

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Afraid so. And the other murders were, again according to what few witnesses we have, a skinny white man with bright red hair. Nope, this is certainly the work of two different people.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
(sarcastically)
Well aren’t we just the lucky ones

 

[wolfsfang]

CUT TO:

INT. BROCK’S APARTMENT - DAY

We are in a drab undecorated apartment that is devoid of all furniture except an old bed, one chair and a large table. On the table can be seen a small portable television and a police scanner. The walls of the apartment have various press clippings of unsolved murders and disappearances stuck haphazardly all over it.

Eddie Brock, mid 30s tall, very muscular with short (military style) blonde hair sits on the chair staring at the off television.

BROCK
(Voice Over)
I was human once. In most ways I still am, I still have the same needs, same desires. But now... Now I am also something more.

Flash to an image of a familiar person in red and blue web swinging through New York city

BROCK (CONT’D)
Once haunted by the desire for revenge against the man I thought responsible for the outcome of my life

Spider-Man seems to morph into a black costumed version of himself.

CUT TO:

INT. CHURCH BELL TOWER - NIGHT
Spider-Man is ripping the black costume off his body before jumping over the side

A small wooden hatch in the floor slowly opens and Brock enters the tower.

BROCK
It found me!

Almost instantly a Black tar like substance reaches out and begins to wrap itself around his leg. Brock screams as it slowly oozes up him, covering his body in a black shell.

INT. BROCK’S APARTMENT - DAY

Still with his back to us we see Brocks T-shirt seemingly melt and run down his body, revealing a few brief moments his bare muscular back. Then just as quick as the T-shirt vanished a black tar-like substance begins to rise and cover his body, rising a his neck and over his head.

A large white symbol resembling somewhat of a Spider quickly forms on his back.

Moving too fast for us to see Brock/Venom rushes off the screen.
We turn and see an open window with the curtains bellowing wildly. Then a flash as something jet black with a streak of white swings past the window.

INT. POLICE STATION, MACKEY’S DESK - DAY
Detective Mackey is sat at his desk which, considering the amount of papers on it, resembles a recycling plant more than an office desk. He is looking over some old files, all labelled unsolved.

Detective Holmes walks on carrying two cups of coffee. She places one on top of a huge pile of folders. Mackey sees it, grabs it and takes a quick drink before putting it down on the other side of him.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
So what does that make?

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Twenty for the big guy. One fifty for the red head.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
So red head is winning?

DETECTIVE MACKEY
It’s not like it’s a competition or anything.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Yeah, sorry...

DETECTIVE MACKEY
...One hundred and seventy people have been murdered in the last year. Young, old, black, white, singles, couples and families. Never the same way twice. Normally we find the killers because they become used to killing in one way only and they begin to make mistakes.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
But red head doesn’t?

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Damn right he doesn’t. He changes his M.O. Each time. Sure there is enough there each time for us to know it was him but it’s just not enough.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
What about the other guy? The big one.

Mackey pulls a folder from the middle of a large file and opens it.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
This one is more like your common serial killer, he sticks to one style but slowly changes and refines it over time. Such as the taking of the heads on the last lot we found. But the lack of evidence is amazing.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
There’s got to be some. No one is that clean.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Nope. According to the guys in the lab he leaves no fingerprints, no hairs, nothing we can get a DNA sample from. Until someone gets a clear picture of him, this guy might as well be a ghost.

EXT. PARK - NIGHT
A young teenage couple are sat on park bench kissing. Suddenly the girl pushes the boy off.

BOY
Hey! What’s wrong.

GIRL
Don’t you hear that?

BOY
What?

GIRL
Listen.

The boy stops for a second and takes a quick look around. There is nothing to be seen.

BOY
Look there’s nothing there. So how about we get back to...

The boy attempts to resume where he left off. Suddenly we hear what sounds like a twig snapping. They both stop and turn their heads.

Nobody is there.

GIRL
I think we should leave.

BOY
Yeah okay. I’ll just grab my...

Suddenly the lad is grabbed from behind and pulled off his feet, an arm wrapped around his throat and a small knife held menacingly next to his eye.

The girl screams as the assailant slowly makes a slow cut down her boyfriends cheek.

The attacker is medium height, skinny build, eye wide and wild like a man possessed and he sports a head of shocking red curly hair. He is CLETUS KASADY.

KASADY
So what do we have here eh? A couple of little love birds it seems.

BOY
(frightened)
What do you want?

KASADY
Nothing much really. I was just passing by and saw you two having a good time. So I thought to myself it’s time I had another good time. I ain't had one for a few days now.

GIRL
Please!

KASADY
Please? Please what? Please gut your boyfriend so you can run off and live with me? Fine.

BOY
What?

GIRL
No...

The lad jerks, blood bubbles and flows out of his mouth as Kasady twists and lifts the knife deep into the boys side. Released from Kassidy’s grip the boy slumps to the floor falling on to his stomach.

Kasady giggles as he crouches down and plunges the knife between the lads shoulder blades and twists.

He looks up at the girl, his face covered in blood, and smiles

KASSIDY
(to girl)
No what can I do about you?

He stands up and walks slowly toward her, brandishing the knife menacingly. She begins to back up but he moves to quickly and grabs her by the throat.

EXT. PARK ENTRANCE - NIGHT

Kasady forces the still very much alive girl into his beat up old pick-up truck. He climbs into the drivers seat, starts the engine and speeds off.

Only then do we see another older couple who have been watching the entire event, their mouths and eyes open in absolute horror.

MAN
(to wife)
Call the police.

INT. POLICE STATION, MACKEY’S DESK
Mackey is still sitting going over paper work when Holmes suddenly runs up to him. She looks very excited.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
(breathless)
Come on we have to go.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
What? Where?

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Get this some couple just witnessed a murder and kidnapping over at the park.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
And?

DETECTIVE HOLMES
And they said it was a skinny white man with bright red hair.

Mackey looks like he has seen a ghost. He jumps up and grabs his coat off the back of his chair.

DETECTIVE HOLMES (CONT’D)
It’s him isn’t it?

DETECTIVE MACKEY
God I hope so. Perhaps this is the night we finally get the son of a *****.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Kasady’s pick up thunders down the road, followed by three police cars, each with their sirens and lights blaring.

INSIDE KASADY’S TRUCK
Kasady turns his head and looks at the girl. A large smile spread across his face.

KASSIDY
Hold on honey. This may get a little bumpy.

He slams on the brakes and turns the wheel hard. The car spins and comes to a sudden stop so it is facing in the opposite direction.

The police cars also come to a complete stop.

KASADY (CONT’D)
Chicken eh? Okay, why not.

He revs the engine for a couple of seconds before driving hard and fast toward the cop cars. The cop cars quickly start up and try to move out the way but Kasaidy’s truck clips the back end of one and knock it into a spin.

Kasady laughs manically as the girl in the passenger seat begins to scream.
Once again the chase is on. The police are in hot pursuit as Kassidy leads them on a merry chase around the city.

Two of the police cars have gone missing but ,just as one of the police cars looks like it is beginning to catch up, Kasady slams on the breaks hard. The police car careens into the back of the truck. The officer driving is jerked forward with the force of the impact, his face smashing hard into the steering wheel.

Kasady sees all this out of his rear view mirror and laughs

KASADY (CONT’D)
Should have got those airbags checked out ****er.

The police officer slowly opens his eyes and shakes his head to rid himself of the dizzy feeling. He looks up just in time to see Kasady’s truck coming flying at him at full power.
He doesn’t have time to react as Kasady’s truck slams hard into his. Blood and spit sprays out of his mouth as the steering wheel rushes forward to meet his chest.

Kasaidy speeds off just as the other two police cars come on to the scene, stopping to help their fellow officer.

EXT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
Kasady’s truck pulls up just in front of an old warehouse that looks like it has been abandoned for decades.

The red haired serial killer steps out of the car dragging the girl kicking and screaming with him.

KASSIDY
Ha. Home sweet home

INT. WAREHOUSE
Kasady as the girl tied to a large metal pillar that is used to keep the roof up. He kneels next to her with the sharpened blade of his knife held softly against her leg.

The girl mumbles and cries as she tries to plead for mercy through the gag Kasady as placed around her mouth.

KASADY
Do you know what my favorite color is?

The girl whimpers as she tries desperately to struggle free. Kasady doesn’t seem to notice.

KASADY (CONT’D)
Red. I’ve always loved red.

He makes a small incision in the girls leg and watches as the blood slowly begins to trickle out.

KASADY (CONT’D)
Such a pretty color don’t you think.

The girl mumbles something. Kasady smiles and cups a hand to his ear.

KASADY (CONT’D)
What was that honey? I’m sorry but you will have to speak up.

The girl mumbles something again.

KASADY (CONT’D)
Nope. Still didn’t quite make it out.

VENOM
(O.S.)
She told you to let her go. And we agree with her.

Kasady is still smiling as he gets to his feet. He looks around but sees nobody.

KASADY
And who might ‘we’ be? You a cop?

VENOM
We are hunters. Much like yourself

KASADY
Hunters of what exactly?

Kasady turns around and finds himself mere inches away from the towering powerhouse that is
VENOM. For the first time Kasady genuinely looks scared as the large black monster smiles at him.

VENOM
You.

Kasady lunges forward with the knife in an attempt to stab Venom in the face but Venom is too fast. A tentacle grabs Kasady’s arm and twists. The bone in his snaps and breaks through the skin.

Kasady only has a moment to howl in agony before he finds himself hoisted into the air and flying with great speed and force toward the far wall.

The force of the impact shatters the window just above him and Kasady is caught in a shower of glass and debris.

Kasady forces himself to his knees but then he finds himself suddenly forced back down again as another tentacle pushes down hard on his back.

Through the dirty windows we can just make out red and blue lights flashing and the unmistakable sound of a police siren.

Once again Kasady finds himself flying through the air, slamming hard and high against another pillar. This time before he has a chance to fall on to the floor, a particularly sharp tentacle spears itself through his chest and pins him in place.

Venom moves slowly toward his prey as Kassidy tries desperately to free himself, blood trickling out the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly there is the sound of a door opening. Venom stops and looks to one side just as
Police officers wielding guns run in to find the girl untied and Kasady lying in a pool of blood on the floor. There is no sign of Venom.

Closer on Kasady we can see something small and black on his chest next to the wound. It is covered in blood but it is still recognizable as a piece of Venom’ symbiotic living costume. Then as quick as a flash it disappears into the wound.

 

[Spider-Girl™]

I love it, don't be afraid to post more lol.

 

[wolfsfang]

I'm not afraid. That is all I have written so far. I am one of those people who knows pretty much what they want to say...but they have a hard time writing it down.

I can picture the whole movie in my head just about, but damn me if I can get it from my head and on to paper (okay a computer screen).

 

[Colossus24]

I like it, it is really good.

 

[wolfsfang]

Thanks. No prizes for guessing who the bad guy will be. But guess anyway

I've added a bit more to the story (which I edited onto the end of the second part)

 

[wolfsfang]

CUT TO:

The warehouse is alive with police and paramedic activity. The girl is sat on the back of an ambulance with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
Detective Holmes is keeping her company. Mackey watches as the detectives load an unconscious Kasady on to a stretcher and in to an ambulance.

INT. AMBULANCE
One of the paramedics works desperately on Kasady. We see on a heart rate monitor that his heart is going alarmingly fast.

Suddenly it stops just as they arrive at the

EXT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT
The doctors are standing by as the ambulance carrying the notorious serial killer arrives on the scene. The ambulance doors fly open and the dying patient is quickly wheeled out.

DOCTOR
What do we have?

PARAMEDIC
Broken arm, possible internal injuries and a large puncture wound in the chest, plus his heart just gave out.

DOCTOR
Quick get him inside.

INT. HOSPITAL - OUTSIDE THE OPERATING ROOM
Mackey stares through the window as the doctors try desperately to save Kasady’s life. Holmes joins him.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Personally I hope they don’t do it. This place is better off with that **** dead.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Yeah well I would rather he face justice for what he did.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
And dying isn’t justice enough for you?

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Considering what he’s done in the last year? No. Dying is too easy.

INT. THE OPERATING ROOM
One of the doctors stands ready with a defibrillator.

He looks at the heart rate which is still flat lining.

DOCTOR
Clear

Everyone stands back.

He presses the paddles firmly against Kasady’s bare chest and releases the energy.

Kasady’s body shakes violently before settling back down.

The heart rate monitor still shows a flat line.

DOCTOR (CONT’D)
Someone call it.

Another doctor looks at a clock on the wall.

DOCTOR TWO
Time of death. Nine twenty sex PM

DOCTOR
Good try everybody.

Outside the operating room Mackey grits his teeth and sighs.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Guess the bastard got off easy.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Well at least the city can rest peacefully tonight.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
I don’t think so.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Why? He’s dead.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
He is. But that still leaves the big guy.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
****. I almost forgot about him.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
And we still have no leads, and no clues as to what his next move might be.

INT. MORGUE - NIGHT
The room is filled with tables, each one has a body on it that is thankfully covered by a white sheet so that the only part sticking out is a foot with a to tag on it.

We move through the bodies until we reach one marked simply JOHN DOE.

X-RAY VIEW of John Doe’s / Cletus Kasady’s body:
We can see the black ooze that was once part of Venoms living costume. Electricity sparkles and dances over it as it slowly begins to consume Kasady’s blood.

As it spreads through his body it begins to morph into a reddish colour. As the now RED symbiotic costume nears Kasady’s heart the electrical charge it is still carrying gives the heart one final jolt and it begins to beat.

NORMAL VIEW:
The morgue attendant walks into the room pushing a trolley with a new ‘guest’ on it. He sees almost instantly that one of the bodies has vanished.

ATTENDANT
What the he...

He is cut of mid sentence as a large red spike, similar to the once Venom pinned Kasady to the pillar with, erupts trough his chest.

 

[wolfsfang]

INT. BROCK’S APARTMENT - DAY
Brock is sat alone on the small chair staring at the television screen. On the screen we see that he is watching the news. An image of Kasady appears on screen along with the word;
ESCAPED.

A tendril snakes its way from Brock’s shoulder and switches off the set just as

There is a KNOCK at the door.

Brock sighs and stands up. He walks over to the door, checks that the chain is still securely fastened and opens it as little as it will open.

A woman, mid to late thirties, short blonde hair, with tired eyes is on the other side of the door. She is SHEILA WRIGHT

BROCK
Yeah, what is it?

SHEILA
Nothing Eddie. We...I was just worried about you.

BROCK
Why?

SHEILA
Well you never seem to leave the apartment anymore. I live just across the hall and I swear I have never seen you go past in at least a month. Unless you are going out the window of course.

BROCK
What do you want?

SHEILA
I was just checking on you that’s all. Like I said I was worried.

BROCK
I’m fine. I’ve been busy.

SHEILA
Doing what?

BROCK
Working.

SHEILA
Working? Oh yeah, I remember someone mentioning that you used to be a, erm, reporter or something.

BROCK
That was another life.

SHEILA
So what you working on. It can’t be a story because you would have to leave the apartment to do that.

BROCK
No it’s not a story it’s...Why am I telling you this?

SHEILA
Sorry. I was just worried. I’ll go then if you’re okay.

BROCK
We’re fine.

SHEILA
We?

BROCK
Me. I’m fine.

SHEILA
Okay then.

BROCK
Okay. Bye

He shuts the door.

EXT. BROCK’S APARTMENT, HALLWAY

Sheila is left staring at the door

SHEILA
Bye Eddie.

She turns and walks back to her own apartment

INSIDE BROCK’S APARTMENT
Brock switches the television set back on and sits back down on the chair.
A tendril forms on his side and snakes upward until it seems to be looking directly at Brock. Brock looks back at it and sighs

BROCK
(to tendril)
I got rid of her like you asked.

The tendril slowly retracts back to where it came from.

BROCK (CONT’D)
I always do what you ask.

EXT. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT
A busy nightclub on an otherwise deserted street. A group of young women are let in by a big burly looking doorman who smiles at them.

DOORMAN
Right this way ladies.

INT. NIGHTCLUB
The woman find themselves in a typical nightclub. A stage on the far wall with a dance floor in front. The actual bar off to one side and the rest of the room is filled with tables and stools.

They quickly find an empty one and sit down.

EXT. NIGHTCLUB
The doorman is busy looking at a small clipboard that he is holding. There is a COUGH and he looks up

Cletus Kasady stands in front of him dressed in what appears to be jeans and a white Tshirt.

KASADY
Room for one more?

DOORMAN
Sorry. Strict dress code.

KASADY
Well how about you tell me how I am supposed to dress.

DOORMAN
Black trousers and shoes.

KASADY
Oh. One of those joints is it?

He begins to walk past the doorman.

KASADY (CONT’D)
Well how about I just let myself in.

The doorman makes a grab for Kasady only to find himself pulling his arm quickly back, blood pumping out of the stump and his hand falling silently to the floor.

The doorman looks at the bloody stump where his hand once was.

DOORMAN
Jesus Christ

KASADY
(O.S. Filtered)
Not quite. But close

The doorman looks up but it is not Kasady that he sees but a thinner red and black version of Venom minus the spider symbol. This is CARNAGE

CARNAGE
Am I dressed more appropriately now?

The doorman doesn’t have a chance to scream as two red tentacles grab him by either side of his head and PULL. His head is ripped clean in half down the center.

 

[dr venture]

I'm liking this so far. Good job

 

[wolfsfang]

INT. NIGHTCLUB
Everyone stops and turns as the main DOORS are RIPPED off their hinges and carried in on the end of two long red tentacles. They are soon followed by the being known as CARNAGE.

CARNAGE
Well well. Quite the little party we have going on here. Mind if I crash?

Tentacles start forming on Carnages body as he walks slowly forward to the center of the dance floor. They whip and snake out in all directions, grabbing patrons, snapping bones and throwing them around like rag dolls.

One of the bartenders summons an ounce of courage and reaches under the bar. He pulls out a large shot gun, takes quick aim, and FIRES.

The blast hits Carnage in the side of the head but he is totally unaffected. He turns his head and stares directly at the Bartender. The Bartender takes a step back in horror and disbelief but he has nowhere to go.

Suddenly a long tendril appears just in front of the bartenders face.

CARNAGE (CONT’D)
My but you look thirsty.

The tendril reaches behind the bartender and wraps itself around a bottle.

CARNAGE (CONT’D)
Here have a drink on me.

In one quick motion the tendril smashes the bottle on the counter, much like in a typical Hollywood bar fight, before driving it with tremendous force into the bartenders face.

The bartender falls to the floor DEAD

CARNAGE (CONT’D)
Now there’s a man who can’t hold his drink.

Carnage begins to laugh insanely

As he laughs he slowly looks around at the mayhem as people push past each other and climb over anything and everything in an effort to get away.

He sees a girl who barely looks old enough to drive, let alone be drinking in a club.

The girl quickly finds herself hoisted in the air with a tentacle wrapped around her waist.

CARNAGE (CONT’D)
Now where was I?

The girl whimpers as

FADE TO BLACK

Blackness...the screaming starts

INT. POLICE STATION, MACKEY’S DESK - DAY
Mackey and Holmes are sat around the desk. They both look visibly shaken.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Jesus. How many?

DETECTIVE HOLMES
At least thirty. That we know of that is. We still haven’t found and matched all the body parts.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
And you’re sure it’s him?

DETECTIVE HOLMES
No real evidence, no. But...I don’t know. It just feels like him. You know...

DETECTIVE MACKEY
...Evil.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Exactly.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
But he died. I was there. We saw him die on the operating table.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
I guess death is not as permanent as it used to be.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Nothing is how it used to be.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Just be glad you don’t live in New York.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Why?

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Well there is a guy in red and blue tights who can stick to walls for one thing.
Then there is the guy with four metal arms

DETECTIVE MACKEY
So they get weirdos and I get serial killing psychopaths.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Pretty much

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Do you think they’ll want to make a trade?

INT. NIGHTCLUB - DAY
Mackey and Holmes are stood in the deserted room. The coroner has done his job and all the bodies and body parts that have been found have been taken away.

The place is total bedlam. Up turned tables, chairs piled up. Blood splatter and smear all over the floor and up the walls. It is pure Carnage.

INT. BROCK’S APARTMENT - DAY
Brock is flipping through the television channels. He stops at a news cast that shows an image of the NIGHTCLUB. The word MASSACRE appears at the bottom of the screen.

The expression on Brocks face remains blank but he watches with interest.

NEWSREADER
Police have yet to release an actual number but we have reports that the death toll could be over thirty people, with at least the same amount seriously injured.

Brock switches off the television and stands up, just as the symbiote begins to form the VENOM suit over him.

There is a knock at the door. The suit quickly reverts back to his street clothes.

Brock sighs and opens the door part way.

Sheila is stood outside again.

BROCK
(uninterested)
Yes?

SHEILA
I just thought I would say hello.

BROCK
Hello.

He goes to shut the door but Sheila’s foot stops him. Brock gives her ‘would you mind moving you foot’ look but she refuses to comply.

SHEILA
I also wanted to apologize.

BROCK
Apologize?

SHEILA
For putting my nose where it doesn’t belong.

BROCK
We forgive you.

Sheila smiles at this.

SHEILA
Oh we do, do we?

BROCK
Very funny. Now if you don’t mind, I have work to do.

SHEILA
Okay. Sorry to keep you Eddie

Eddie shuts the door just as the Venom suit forms itself over his body.
Venom walks over to the window. Steps up and jumps out.

There is another knock on the door.

SHEILA (CONT’D)
(through the door)
So do you want to get a drink sometime? Eddie? Come on I know you’re there. Okay you know where I live. Right across the hall. Apartment Ninety Six

 

[wolfsfang]

I'm liking this so far. Good job

It's nice to know my work is appreciated

 

[wolfsfang]

Not a very long post I know but still at least it is something

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INT. NIGHTCLUB - DAY
Mackey and Holmes take one last look before EXITING.

EXT. NIGHTCLUB
Mackey and Holmes walk over and climb into the car.
Unnoticed above them, clinging upside down on the wall of the nightclub is VENOM

As the car drives away Venom crawls down the wall and drops in front of the doorway. He ENTERS

INT. NIGHTCLUB
Venom looks around but shows no emotion through the living mask.
He walks into the center of the room and begins to survey the damage.

VENOM
This is familiar to us. No I don’t understand it either, We just know it.

We see a flash of disjointed images of people in the club running and screaming for their lives. In the center is a shapeless grey blob that seems to be sprouting many tentacles similar to Venoms own.

The blob begins to laugh. The laugh is inhuman.

Venom moves swiftly over to one side, throwing a table over to one side.

He stops at a small pool of blood. He dips a finger in and raises it to his nose. Or at least where his nose will be under the mask.

He sniffs it.

Another flash. This time it is of a woman cowering behind a table on the floor. A grey tentacle slowly snakes its way over to her. As the tentacle gets closer it begins to change color.

The now RED tentacle forms a blade on its tip and slices across the woman’s throat. Their is a quick spurt of blood as the woman grabs desperately at her throat

Venom stands up and looks around.

VENOM (CONT’D)
We did this.

He sighs visibly

VENOM (CONT’D)
No not us. Like us. Another.

 

[Swordmaster]

Nice work. The story's pretty original (more than others I've read, at any rate) and you have a talent for writing. Keep it up

 

[wolfsfang]

Ta. The way I see it is Brock is a guy with quite literally a monster living within him that he has to try and supress / put to good use, else turn into that what he fights against. so I wanted to explore that side of him. The fact that he has a tendency to slaughter those he believes responsible for hurting innoncents shows in some small way the evil side of him is slowly winning.

Carnage is of course Venom if he just let himself go and let the evil take completely over, so by fighting and defeating (what is basically his dark side) Venom / Brock becomes one step closer to redemption.


plus I just like the idea of two monster battling each other.

 

[Swordmaster]

I'm a big fan of that whole inner demons thing (Plan on using it in my planned sequel), but very few people ca npull it off without it sounding derived or cheesy. You're one of those people

 

[wolfsfang]

What I can pull it off or I sound cheesy?

Oh and what about my new Carange origin? I wanted to give Venom the power to sense Carnage (and vice versa) so I decided to make the Carnage suit literally part of the Venom's suit which has been mutated due to an electrical charge it recieved just as it was beginning to infiltrate Kasady's blood, thus giving it a red color.

This is instead of the normal idea of the Venom symbiote giving birth to a son.

 

[Swordmaster]

Sorry if I wasn't clear: You can pull it off.

Your new origin is actually one of my favorite aspects of the story. It's original (and, in my opinion, should have been Ultimate Carnage, later down the line). And the electrical charge thing sounds a lot like my guys powers being catalyzed. Great minds think alike

 

[wolfsfang]

It all comes down to a couple of things

1) I love Venom. That is just a fact.

2) I am sick of superhero movies that either show all action and no characterisation or the concentrate on the character and lose a lot of action. I think that you can have both good action and good characterisation, and in fact, when it comes to superhero movies, action is just as important to the character's development as what they are feeling is

 

[Swordmaster]

Oh I agree. Which is why I try to tie all action to the characters in any of my stories. Sure, there's always going to be a random crime or two to bust, but there's always a reason to why the protagonist does what he does. It could be his overall reason (such as "With Great Power, comes Great Responsibility) or it could be a more personal reason at the time; ie. s/he could be pissed off and need an external outlet for their rage.

 

[wolfsfang]

EXT. BROCK’S APARTMENT COMPLEX - DAY
Eddie Brock walks up the steps to the front door. He is just about to insert the key in the lock when the door swings open.

Sheila walks straight into Brock.

SHEILA
Oops, sorry. Brock?

Brock goes to walk past her but she grabs his arm and stops him.

He stops, sighs and turns to looks at her.

SHEILA (CONT’D)
So how did you get out of the building without me seeing?

BROCK
I walked.

SHEILA
Well, yeah right. Okay how about that coffee then?

BROCK
Coffee?

SHEILA
You know, the coffee I asked if you would like to have sometime. I only asked you an hour ago, just after I spoke with you in your apartment. Okay, your apartment door. You didn’t answer and so naturally I took that has a maybe.

BROCK
I can’t

He walks away into the building. Sheila sighs and begins to walk down the steps away from Brock.

Brock stops and turns to look at Sheila.

Sheila is walking down the street when a hand appears on her shoulder. She turns around and is surprised to see Brock.

BROCK (CONT’D)
Let’s make it a quick cup. I have work to do.

SHEILA
That’s okay. I know a sweet little coffee shop just a few blocks from here.

INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY
Brock and Sheila are sat on opposite sides of a table, both holding on to a cup of coffee.

BROCK
So.

SHEILA
So?

BROCK
So you lived here long?

SHEILA
About a year.

BROCK
That’s nice.

SHEILA
Yeah. So what are you working on?

BROCK
What?

SHEILA
You said you were busy. So what do you do?

BROCK
I follow the news.

SHEILA
Ha, so you are going back into journalism.

BROCK
Something like that. It’s not really interesting what I do, boring is more the
word.

SHEILA
I don’t know, journalism can be interesting. You get to travel and meet people.

BROCK
I suppose so. So what do you do? I heard you were an, artist?

SHEILA
Photographer.

BROCK
I knew one once.

SHEILA
Was she any good.

BROCK
He. He used to take photos for the Daily Bugle, got quite famous for a while. I never thought he was any good. Tell the truth there is a lot of bad history between me and him.

SHEILA
Really. It’s not that Parker guy is it? The Spider-Man guy

BROCK
Yep, that’s the guy.

SHEILA
So what happened?

BROCK
Long story. Don’t want to dwell on it too much. So anyway, what sort do you
do?

SHEILA
Pictures? Artsy stuff really. Nothing fancy, just people, places, animals. That kind of thing.

BROCK
Sounds nice.

SHEILA
It helps pay the bills. But only just.

Brock stands up and begins to walk away.

SHEILA (CONT’D)
Was it something I said?

BROCK
No. I just need to use the rest-room.

INT. COFFEE SHOP, REST-ROOM
Brock stands in front of a small sink looking at himself in the mirror. He turns on the cold water tap and splashes some of the cool liquid on to his face.

BROCK
(to Mirror Brock)
I can’t help it. I think she likes me.

A pause

BROCK (CONT’D)
No I can’t just leave her. I have to have a life beyond you.

A pause

BROCK (CONT’D)
I know. Without you I would be nothing. You helped me and I’m thankful but I must try to get on with my life.

A pause

BROCK (CONT’D)
You’re just a guest. It’s my body and my life.

Brock’s right hand suddenly begins to shake. He looks at it, a look of supreme concentration on his face. Slowly his hand stops shaking.

BROCK (CONT’D)
Fine. But let me do it my way.

A long tendril snakes its way out of Brock’s back. Reaches into the paper towel dispenser, pulls one out and hands it over to Brock.

BROCK (CONT’D)
Thank you.

INT. COFFEE SHOP
Brock walks over to the table but he doesn’t sit down.

BROCK
(to Sheila)
Sorry but I have to go.

SHEILA
Can’t you stay a bit longer?

BROCK
Sorry I’m...

SHEILA
...Busy. I know, you said.

Brock turns and walks away.

SHEILA (CONT’D)
You know one day you will look up from whatever it is you do and find the world hasn’t waited for you.
(quietly)
And I can’t wait forever either.

Brock exits.

EXT. CITY ROOFTOPS - NIGHT
Venom is crouched on the edge of a building looking down at the few people who are going about their nightly business. The sounds of traffic can be heard in the distance.

The relative quiet is suddenly pierced by a woman’s SCREAM.

Venom tenses his powerful arm and leg muscles and launches himself into the air like a spring.

EXT. DEAD-END ALLEY - NIGHT
Three men have cornered a fourth man at the end of an alley. They all have handguns aimed at the cowering wreck.

ARMED MAN ONE
Like I said. You pay us to walk through our turf or you face the consequences.

ARMED MAN TWO
You pay the toll or you pay the price. Simple choice really.

COWERING MAN
I’m sorry. Here look take everything.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wallet.

COWERING MAN (CONT’D)
Two hundred. It’s all I’ve got. Just take it.

He throws the wallet at the armed mens feet.
Armed Man One bends over and picks it up.

ARMED MAN ONE
Thanks. But we would have taken it anyway.

He raises his gun toward the cowering man. The cowering man raises his arms to his face, he doesn’t want to see it coming.

SLOW MOTION:
The trigger is pulled. A loud bang, a flash and...

NORMAL SPEED:

VENOM drops down in to the path of the bullet. The small projectile bounces harmlessly off his chest.

ARMED MAN ONE (CONT’D)
What the hell?

ARMED MAN TWO
Jack? What the heck is that thing?

Venom’s already unnaturally wide smile seems to get wider.

Armed Man One raises his gun for another shot at Venom.

A tentacle he did not see rising behind him quickly separates his arm from his shoulder.

The third guy who has so far remained silent opts for the more direct approach. He rushes Venom in a poorly executed tackle. Venom doesn’t even flinch has the man crashes in to him. The man is swiftly dispatched after being thrown head first into the wall, the sound of the bone sin his skull and neck breaking are very audible in the small confined space.

The second armed man drops his gun before turning and running away. He only gets a few yards when four long tentacles grab him by his arms and legs.

CLOSE UP on the second armed man’s face.

ARMED MAN TWO (CONT’D)
Please! Don’t hur...

The word ends abruptly. There is a loud tearing sound.

NORMAL P.O.V
The body of the second man falls to the ground. The temporary tentacles formed by Venoms living symbiotic suit still holding on to an arm and leg respectively.

Venom turns to face the man he has just rescued, but the man looks more afraid of him then he did of the men with guns.

Venom’s smile turns into an angry frown. The four tentacles, still holding on to the body parts, drop them on to the cowering guys lap.

The man looks at them in absolute horror, not even having the courage to push them off his lap.

VENOM
A little souvenir.

Venom leaps on to the wall and begins to climb it very rapidly, disappearing over the top.

INT. BROCK’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Brock is sat in front of the television but it is turned off. He is more interested in his own reflection.

BROCK
What the hell was that about? A little souvenir!

A pause
BROCK (CONT’D)

The innocents of this city have enough **** to put up with, without us turning against them.

Another pause

BROCK (CONT’D)
I know you didn’t hurt the innocent. But you wanted to, I could feel it.

 

[wolfsfang]

Brock rises and walks to a window. He peers out into the darkness.

BROCK (CONT’D)
Yes, I feel it. It’s close.

He closes his eyes

An IMAGE of a building, closer we see people exiting. They are dressed in police uniforms. We look up at a sign that simply says POLICE.

We move forward, toward the building. We enter the door...

INT. POLICE STATION, FRONT DESK - NIGHT
The desk sergeant is busy doing his paper work. A small COUGH causes him to look up.

CLETUS KASADY is standing in front of him.

The desk sergeant is visibly shocked. He has seen the pictures taken at the hospital, he knows who this is.

KASADY
I believe you are looking for me.

The desk sergeant hits a small button under his desk before grabbing his gun from the holster on his waist and pointing it directly at Kasady.

DESK SERGEANT
(shouting)
FREEZE!

KASADY
Really, is that gun absolutely necessary?

DESK SERGEANT
(shouting)
SHUT UP AND GET ON YOUR KNEES.

More cops run in, all carrying guns.

Kasady looks at them and smiles

KASADY
Oh and here was I hoping we could all be friends.

DESK SERGEANT
(shouting)
ON YOUR KNEES. NOW!!

INT. POLICE STATION, OUTSIDE INTERROGATION ROOM
Kasady sits alone in the interrogation room. Mackey and Holmes are on the other side of a one-way mirror looking at him.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Why do you think he did it?

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Did what?

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Turn himself in.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
I don’t know. Perhaps he wants something. Truth is I don’t really care. I’m just glad we finally got him.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
But that’s just it.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Just what?

DETECTIVE HOLMES
We didn’t get him. He came to us.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Best not to question it. He’s off the streets and that is all that matters.

Mackey opens up the door to the interrogation room and enters

INT. POLICE STATION, INTERROGATION ROOM
Mackey simply stands and stares at Kasady for a few moments. Kasady looks at him and smiles.

Mackey sits down on the opposite side of the table to Kasady, pulls a small tape recorder out of his pocket, places it on the table between him and the psycho and presses the RECORD button.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
The time is ten thirty five. Officer Fred Mackey residing.
(to Kasady)
Why?

KASADY
Why what?

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Why did you kill all those people.

Kasady shrugs.

DETECTIVE MACKEY (CONT’D)
Something must have been behind it. You don’t kill that many people with reason.

KASADY
I woke up one morning and I was bored.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
(Shocked at the answer)
Bored?

KASADY
Yes. So I thought, what the hell, go on a killing spree, have a few laughs.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
A few laughs? You’ve butchered over a hundred people

KASADY
(smiling)
Last I checked it was over two hundred.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
How can you say it like that?

KASADY
Like what?

DETECTIVE MACKEY
You sound,
(a pause)
Happy.

KASADY
Happy memories I suppose.

Mackey looks flustered. He switches off the tape recorder, stands up and walks toward the door.

KASADY (CONT’D)
Hey detective you never asked what I wanted.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Excuse me?

KASADY
The reason I came here. Why I gave myself up.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
(humoring him)
Okay. Why?

Kasady smiles

KASADY
I was bored

A look of shock spreads across Mackey’s face as a long red tentacle erupts from Kasady’s chest and rushes at him.

Mackey ducks, the tentacle narrowly missing him.

An officer just behind Mackey is not so lucky. Mackey turns just in time to see the tentacle rips the poor mans throat out.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
**** me...

He turns and sees CARNAGE fully suited. There are small tendrils / tentacles growing out of him, whipping and snaking wildly.

KASADY
So I thought this might be a fun place to visit.

Carnage begins to laugh. The laugh is evil and inhuman.

IMAGES of police officers grabbing guns, slipping on bullet-proof vests, helmets.

Carnage steps out of the interrogation room and into the hallway. He looks down both ways as if unsure which way to go.

He decides to go left and heads down the hall.

A police officer jumps behind Carnage, gun pointed at the back of the creatures head.

POLICE OFFICER
STOP.

A long pointed tentacle zooms out of Carnage’s back and into the officer’s chest, pinning him to the wall and killing him instantly.

Another officer bursts out of a side office, puts a gun to Carnage’s head and pulls the trigger.

Carnage turns his uninjured head and looks directly at the officer. He smiles
The headless body of the officer slumps against the wall, leaving a small trail of blood as it slid down the wall. Carnage looks at the officers head that he holds in his hands and laughs.

He throws the head uninterested over his shoulder. It lands perfectly on its own body’s lap.

HEAD’S P.O.V.

Carnage carries on walking down the hallway dispatching countless officers with claws and tentacles.

 

[wolfsfang]

EXT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT
Several police officers, including Mackey and Holmes, burst out of the front doors and run / tumble down the stairs.

Carnage follows after them just as

POLICE CARS drive on to the scene to form a make-**** defensive barrier.

The cops dive behind the cars and aim their guns at the creature.

A single shot ignites a whole volley. Soon the noise of gun fire and the flash of muzzles fills the night sky.

Carnage walks slowly down the stairs, totally unaffected.

OFFICER
What the **** is this thing?

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Just keep shooting. Wear the ****er down. It will have to get tired sometime.

As if to prove Mackey wrong Carnage grabs the corner of one of the cars, using his claws to create large jagged finger holds to grip on with.
He effortlessly, and one handedly, lifts the car off the ground and throws it to one side.

The car sails twenty feet through the air easily, before crashing to the ground hard and skidding into a car parked further down the street.
The police officer that was hiding behind the car only has a few brief moments to look up at Carnage before

The officer CRASHES into the upturned Police Car with enough force to cause it to fold like a book.

INT. BROCK’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Brock still has his eyes closed.

Slowly he opens them and peers once more into the darkness.

CLOSE UP of a single hand resting on the window ledge. The black tar that is the Venom Symbiote slowly oozes down the arm, over the wrist and covers the fingers. A small white patch appears on the back of the hand.
Venom bends over the window and falls forward.

EXT. BROCK’S APARTMENT, WALL
Venom scurries a little way down the wall before using his alien enhanced arm muscles to push himself off and over to

The building on the opposite side of the street. Brock lands on the wall and for a few brief seconds hangs their like a Spider.

He looks around, taking his bearings before finally propelling himself several storeys into the air, up and over the building.

EXT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT
The area is deserted as Venom lands in front of the police station. That is unless you count the upturned, burning cars and the numerous bodies and body parts that litter the street.
Venom snarls.

VOICE
(O.S.)
I guess I have you to thank for this little gift.
Venom spins round to see KASADY emerge from the shadows.

KASADY
I was always good at what I did. Now, because of you I’m a God.

VENOM
No you’re just a little pathetic man. A monster. We hunted you once and now we found you again.

Kasady smiles

KASADY
Not that hard when you knew where I was. No, not knew. Felt. You felt me didn’t you? Felt where I was, what I was doing. I bet you even enjoyed it. I know I did.

Venom moves over to Kasady with superhuman speed, covering the large gap between them in a fraction of a second.

VENOM
What we felt will be nothing compared to the pleasure we will feel when we rip your heart out.

KASADY
I thought you might say something like that.

Venom reaches out, grabbing at Kasady’s throat.

Kasady grabs Venom’s wrist, stopping it.

Venom looks shocked

Kasady smiles.

KASADY (CONT’D)
What the hell. I’m in the mood for some more fun.

Kasady kicks Venom HARD in the stomach. Venom flies back several feet and slides a further several down the road.

Carnage LANDS by Venom’s side, kicking him in the side / chest just as he begins to get up.

Venom sails through the air and crashes through the wall of the Police Station.

Venom throws a particularly large chunk of wall to one side. He looks up
Carnage is gone.

Venom rubs his chest and stomach, he is obviously in some discomfort.

VENOM
He won’t be easy.

 

[wolfsfang]

INT. BROCK’S APARTMENT - DAY
Brock is watching the television News. A suited man is on television addressing the viewer.

Thee words CARNAGE AT LOCAL POLICE STATION flash across the bottom of the screen.

SUITED MAN
For too long this city has been held in a tight grip of fear, people terrified to leave their own homes, to go to work. Their is a disease eating at the heart of this great city, a VENOM that must be stopped.
(shouting)
A CARNAGE THAT CAN NOT BE ALLOWED TO CONTINUE

Brock switches off the set. He sits back in his chair and sighs.

A tentacle appears beside him holding an open can of beer. Brock takes it and puts it to his lips.

The same tentacle then proceeds to move over to the radio and flick it on.
Soft classical music starts to play through the speaker. The tentacle starts to adjust the dial, tuning the radio to something more modern.

INT. POLICE CRIME LAB - TIMELESS

Detective Mackey and Detective Holmes are sat next to a third guy in a white lab coat. They are reviewing a tape of the attack on the Police Station.
On the tape we can see Carnage slaughtering countless officers and laughing.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
This everything?

LAB COAT
This is all that was on the tape, yes.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
What the hell is that thing? You ever seen anything like it before.

LAB COAT
Can’t say that I have.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Well you don’t seem too shocked to see it now.

LAB COAT
Considering everything we’ve seen in the last few year, nothing shocks me anymore.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Everything we’ve seen?

LAB COAT
Oh, well there is the guy who can climb up walls and spins webs.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Oh that guy.

LAB COAT
Yeah, then there is a guy who seems to be made of rock, a woman who turns invisible, another guy who stretches like rubber, one who can set himself on fire, a bloke with four metal arms attached to his back. Nope. Nothing surprises me anymore.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Trust me. If you were there you would have been very surprised.

LAB COAT
Probably.

The lab coat ejects the tape and puts it to one side. He grabs another tape and slots it in the machine.

A video of Carnage kicking Venom through the Police station wall appears on the screen.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
****, there’s two of the freaks.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Doesn’t look like they’re drinking buddies though.
(to Lab Coat)
This thing have sound?

LAB COAT
Sorry. Video only.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Nevermind.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Hey Mack, I just thought of something.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
And?

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Well you know the description of the second serial.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Red haired?

DETECTIVE HOLMES
No, the other one.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Big and black...

Mackey stares at the screen a look of REALIZATION on his face.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
We thought the witness meant an African-American. But what if he meant big and black, as in that guy there.

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Great. So now not only do we have two serial killers in our city. But they both happen to be monsters as well. This day just keeps getting better and better. Now say, by some miracle, that we happen to catch these two, then what?

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Uh...

DETECTIVE MACKEY
...I don’t see that Murdock guy being able to prosecute them. Hell I’m not even sure if they are human. Might have to take them to the pound to be put down.
(thinks)
Though I suppose if we class them as animals we can get aid from that hunter chap.
(thinks)
You know that, erm, guy.

DETECTIVE HOLMES
Kraven?

DETECTIVE MACKEY
Yeah him.

 

[wolfsfang]

thoughts so far! Good? Bad?

 

[The Impaler]

I like it. Carnages origin was quite a smart idea, never thot of that. Keep it up.