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This is a little Fanfic me and a mate of mine on the official Sony boards came up with, sorry the chapters are so short:
CHAPTER 1: Unwanted Additions
As the cold void of deep space seeped into the Avengers ship, Sentry sat, pleased with what he had just done.
You done good. Captain America came and sat beside him.
Thanks, one thing though. He said.
What?
Suddenly the shoulder pads of Sentrys suit erupted in a mass of scarlet and black tendrils.
Whatre you doing? Sentr-ack! The tentacles wrapped around Captain Americas neck. He struggled, and then Sentry dropped him to the ground, unconscious. Sentrys suit turned entirely red then melted into a puddle, leaving a limp Sentry behind. The mass of goo known as a symbiote trickled over to the cockpit, and turned a tentacle into a red knife. It jabbed it straight into the back of cockpits chair. The pilot screamed as the knife went through him, and the ship lost control, and it headed straight for New York.
In a deep, damp, well-like pit, Norman Osborn sat, tinkering with a bat-like weapon of death. He flicked a switch on it, and it folded back into a pumpkin-shaped orb. He stowed it carefully on the belt wrapped around his abdomen.
Perfect.
He was gaunt, and his face was sallowed, from the days spent in the pit. He was regrouping. Waiting for his time to strike bodily against those who had done him "injustice". Spider-Man. The Fantastic Four. Venom. He would get his revenge.
A mind-shattering boom erupted just above his spider-hole, which was stationed just under the old New York Bridge. He leaped on his twisted metal death weapon he called his "goblin glider". Flying out of the hole in a roar of toxic flames, Norman pulled on his goblin mask as he flew wildly toward the wreck of the Avengers ship. The masked menace landed his glider precariously on a pile of junk. He kicked the ship's door open, to behold a man crouched in a tight ball in the corner, his back to Osborn.
Walking over to him, Osborn kicked the man and laughed. Moaning, the crash survivor lurched onto his back, revealing a massive blood-red whelp of "flesh" on his chest. Norman screamed as it screeched it's ghastly screech, hurtling itself at his face. Chocking and clawing, he stumbled out of the ship, into the bone-chilling rain. Lunging violently, the red mass of symbiote clutched to Norman's waist. He screamed, ripping it off, but it only tightened around his hands.
"Get... OFF ME! DIIIE!!"
It shot two tendrils at his neck, choking him as it pulled him closer. He collapsed to the ground, moaning. The carnage was unimaginable as the parasite writhed on Norman, going down his throat and into his nostrils. Giving up his last flicker of strength, Osborn stared into the stormy sky, knowing that this was only the gruesome beginning... of something demonic. A cloak covered him as his shrieks of terror turned to cries of maniacal laughter.
Those who have tried to cause pain to us will die! We will make them pay!
CHAPTER 1: Unwanted Additions
As the cold void of deep space seeped into the Avengers ship, Sentry sat, pleased with what he had just done.
You done good. Captain America came and sat beside him.
Thanks, one thing though. He said.
What?
Suddenly the shoulder pads of Sentrys suit erupted in a mass of scarlet and black tendrils.
Whatre you doing? Sentr-ack! The tentacles wrapped around Captain Americas neck. He struggled, and then Sentry dropped him to the ground, unconscious. Sentrys suit turned entirely red then melted into a puddle, leaving a limp Sentry behind. The mass of goo known as a symbiote trickled over to the cockpit, and turned a tentacle into a red knife. It jabbed it straight into the back of cockpits chair. The pilot screamed as the knife went through him, and the ship lost control, and it headed straight for New York.
In a deep, damp, well-like pit, Norman Osborn sat, tinkering with a bat-like weapon of death. He flicked a switch on it, and it folded back into a pumpkin-shaped orb. He stowed it carefully on the belt wrapped around his abdomen.
Perfect.
He was gaunt, and his face was sallowed, from the days spent in the pit. He was regrouping. Waiting for his time to strike bodily against those who had done him "injustice". Spider-Man. The Fantastic Four. Venom. He would get his revenge.
A mind-shattering boom erupted just above his spider-hole, which was stationed just under the old New York Bridge. He leaped on his twisted metal death weapon he called his "goblin glider". Flying out of the hole in a roar of toxic flames, Norman pulled on his goblin mask as he flew wildly toward the wreck of the Avengers ship. The masked menace landed his glider precariously on a pile of junk. He kicked the ship's door open, to behold a man crouched in a tight ball in the corner, his back to Osborn.
Walking over to him, Osborn kicked the man and laughed. Moaning, the crash survivor lurched onto his back, revealing a massive blood-red whelp of "flesh" on his chest. Norman screamed as it screeched it's ghastly screech, hurtling itself at his face. Chocking and clawing, he stumbled out of the ship, into the bone-chilling rain. Lunging violently, the red mass of symbiote clutched to Norman's waist. He screamed, ripping it off, but it only tightened around his hands.
"Get... OFF ME! DIIIE!!"
It shot two tendrils at his neck, choking him as it pulled him closer. He collapsed to the ground, moaning. The carnage was unimaginable as the parasite writhed on Norman, going down his throat and into his nostrils. Giving up his last flicker of strength, Osborn stared into the stormy sky, knowing that this was only the gruesome beginning... of something demonic. A cloak covered him as his shrieks of terror turned to cries of maniacal laughter.
Those who have tried to cause pain to us will die! We will make them pay!
