She Venom’s tongue flicked out again, catching the scent of sweat and cheap cologne on the wind. Her head snapped toward the sidewalk below, where a couple strolled, laughing under the dim glow of a streetlamp. The man’s voice—loud, grating—sent a ripple of recognition through her.
Him.
That smirk. That stupid, cocky tilt of his chin. The way he draped an arm around his girlfriend like he owned the world. She remembered the way he’d shoved her into lockers, the way he’d sneered, "You’re nothing." It was Jack, Luke's childhood bully and She Venom's new plaything.
Oh she was going to enjoy this.
She Venom’s muscles coiled like blackened steel springs, her claws digging into the rooftop’s edge as she leaned forward. The couple’s laughter faded into the distance as they turned down a side street, oblivious to the predator above. With a wet, guttural snarl, she launched herself—not in a graceful arc, but in a loping, grotesque gallop, her symbiote form oozing between tiles as she pursued.
The girlfriend’s apartment wasn’t far.
She Venom clung to the brick wall outside the girlfriend’s apartment, her inky form blending into the shadows. The scent of the bully’s cheap cologne still clung to the air, mingling with the girl’s floral perfume. She Venom's tongue flicked out again, tasting the air once more.
The girlfriend fumbled with her keys, giggling as the bully whispered something in her ear. She Venom’s claws flexed, her symbiote pulsing with hunger—not just for flesh, but for the terror in his eyes when he realized who—what—had come for him.
However some other intrusive thoughts came to her mind. Did she really have to end it tonight or could she prolong his suffering through other methods? Luke eyed the girlfriend with malicious intent, perhaps there was other ways he could get his ****.
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