Chapter 36 - When It Rains, It Pours (1/2)

Peter stared pensively as he watched the black glob slowly crawl onto his hand. He waited and stared expecting it to stretch and start to engulf his body, like always, to bond with him. But as he watched, Venom stayed still, as if deliberating something, Venom ever so slowly climbed the cuff of his clothes and made its way to his top pocket.

Finding just the right place Venom went still before hiding from sight, without someone knowing Venom was there, no one would suspect a thing. Peter quietly watched as Venom did all this, to say he was shocked might have been an exaggeration, but Peter was definitely stumped.

What had changed? What could have possible changed? Every time, without exception Venom would always bond with Peter first chance it got. Sure it had tried to kill him many a times when it was bound to Eddie, but it had tried to bond with him at every turn.

”I know I've got one of those faces you can trust, but I didn't think I was that convincing.” Talking down to the glob that still hadn't bonded with him, Peter let out a small smile. 'Could I possibly have reformed it?' The thought raced through his head as he thought of the days he spent talking to Venom.

Of course Venom never responded, because it just couldn't, it was a blob after all, and in a jar under cement. But Peter hadn't been able to talk to it for a long time after Laura turned up, he may have trusted her a fair amount, but he couldn't risk her knowing about Venom.

Something which he noted might not have mattered, looking down at his clothes. Pushing that to the back of his mind for the moment, seeing as he couldn't for the life of him figure it out, Peter once again started to think about what happened in the warehouse.

Now that his fears about Venom were slightly abated, his fears for Laura skyrocketed. Spending the next hour combing the place for anything, he came up with nothing. The closest thing he could find to people having been there was hair.

There were strands of it littered around the place, some long enough to be Laura's, but some shorter and a different color. That was his only clue and it could possible lead him nowhere. Finally moving out of the warehouse, which he might never return to, he looked at the street around for any clues.

Spotting no cameras, tire marks, or really anything that could be off help, Peter let out a defeat sigh. If there were some camera's he could get Crystal to hack into them easy. But this side of town usually didn't have that type of luxury.

'Have I failed another person' The thought came unbidden into his mind and a heavy atmosphere seemed to wrap around him as he made his way from the area. Peter hadn't gotten close to a lot of people after Aunt May died, so for one of them to disappear like this, it bought ugly thoughts to his head.

Suddenly losing the motivation to continue his patrol for another hour or two, Peter slowly made his way back to the park. He needed to think right now, he needed the quiet. Just a hundred meters from the park, the clouds above started to churn and darken and peter couldn't help but swear under his breath.

”Of course it's bloody raining.” Shaking his head he trudged his way through the ever increasing downpour. ”It was a clear day, like 5 seconds ago, what the fudge” Finally within sight of his trusty home, he froze on the spot.