Ock/Brock 2: Treachery

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

Issue #1

*BLEEEEEEEEEEP! BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!*

Sirens sound as Eddie Brock awakens to a gaping hole in his cell. A prison riot has begun. He stumbles towards the exits, his hands clasped together in restraint cuffs.

"Freedom."

Brock trudges out of his cell, seeing a guard pointing a gun at him.

"Get back in there, pal."

"No."

He thrusts up the titanium restraint cuffs, connecting them solidly with the guard's chin before he could shoot. He crouches down, grabbing the guard's keycard and jamming it into the cuff slot. The restraints launch off of his wrists with a *CHUNK!*

Solemly, Brock walks through the boddies and rubble, trying to find an exit. He comes to a hall filled with fire, two guards shooting down it.

"It's that **** Prisoner #4756689! He's detonated half the east wing!"

"Well! AFTER 'EM! He's going to the LAB!"

Brock doesn't care about the guards, or about this Prisoner #4756689. All he needs now is his symbiote, and if these guards can lead him to a lab, it just might be waiting for him. He runs silently behind the guards, chasing a guant figure. The figure throws a grenade at a door, destroying it. It sprints into the lab. Brock follows after dispatching the guards (feeling no more need for their services). As he enters, he sees the figure, a man, punch through a plexiglass wall with a rifle butt, and tear his way through into a room that looked like a cript.

"What the hell?"

The room iss dark, and as cold as death. There were things in the room Eddie Brock has seen before. A pair of guantlets, a mechanical scorpion's tail, a pair of green wings. All of these things among others stored behind glass, a key card pad infront of them. Brock takes out the key card and begins again walking towards the man, but stops in amazement as he sees something else. Spider-Man's suit. Behind the glass, it looks different. It looks more like a suit of armor than anything.

"He's here?"

As Brock stares at the suit, the man, now in the far corner of the room, takes out a key card and swips it across a control panel in front of a large metal sarcoffegus(sp). Brock pays no attention until he hears a laugh, and one of the sounds that had haunted him since he returned to this prison.

*CHINKCHINKCHINKCHINK*

"Edward Charles Brock."

*SHOOM*

Brock is caught with a bright red lazer in the middle of the back. He howls and falls over, smoking. He hears heavy footsteps as he lays there.

"You will help me or die trying. Resistance is not an option."

Two emerald-colored boots stop infront of Brock's face. He looks up to see the gaunt man's face hidden behind a reflective red visor. Six mechanical arms are writhing menacingly behind him, one still smoking at the end from the lazer.

"Who ...are you?"

To be continued

[LudaChris]

could that have BEEN more awesome?!?!?!
good stuff Eddie brock Jr!!:congrats:

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

Thnkas! :)

I hope you know who the "gaunt man" is.

[LudaChris]

Doc ock, of course.
p.s. in that other thread of yours, what did prisoner #4756689 mean? i didn't understand the reference

[Ock/G.Goblin]

Me loves it already :love:

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

PEOPLE, PLEASE! That's not Doc Ock.

In the comics, Doctor Octopus was sometimes refered to as Prisoner #4756689.

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

Issue #2

"Nobody."

"I'm not helping you with jack until you tell me WHO YOU ARE."

"I missed the part where that's my problem. I could just as easily leave you hear for dead... without your symbiote."

Eddie, still crumpled on the ground, gazes up at a small cylindar the man iss holding in a tentacle. It is marked "Brock".

"GIVE IT TO ME."

"Not unless you help, Eddie boy! You know how to deal with a little problem of mine."

Brock twitchs, considering the man's proposal. He slams his hand down on the ground.

"I'm in. Now, give it here."

"Good."

The man thrusts out a tentacle, which Eddie holds onto as he gets up. The symbiote is released, instantly overtaking Eddie Brock.

"Now we can be whole again!"

"Yeah, yeah, new age ****. Let's just get going. The guards will be on us soon."

The man starts to run, but Venom grabs his shoulder, flicking his toungue.

"Where'd you get that suit, guy?"

"I'm gonna say that a friend loaned it to me... forever. Now SHUT UP and let's GO."

Dr. Otto Octavius is on a computer at a library. His overcoat conceals his mechanical arms, but people still look at him strangely and whisper. He takes a disk out of his coat and sticks it in the C: drive of the computer. Instantly, the screen goes read and a voice says *IDENTIFY YOURSELF*

"Master Planner."

"Welcome, Otto Octavius, to the S.H.E.I.L.D. database. What is your query?"

As people look at the ongoing scene, Octavius becomes aware and switches off the voice, pulling out the keyboard.

"Now... let's see if I've been denied the thrill of killing him myself."

Octavius brings up the search bar and types in: TOM GREEN. No files are brought up.

"****."

Next, Octavius types in MARVELO SNYDE. No files are brought up. Octavius sighs, and types one last thing in: CARLYLE. One file is brought up.

"Looks like I'm headed for Ireland."

Venom and the man are in a helicopter (which has several claw marks laden into it). They are just leaving Ireland, heading for a small caye off the coast of the Isle of Man.

"What the hell are we running from anyway?"

"For a big slobbering killing machine, you sure ask a hell of a lot of questions. We're heading for my island, there's a jet there."

"Yeah, I know where we're GOING, dumbass. But what are we RUNNING from?"

"... You might say I'm running from myself... and myself is running from what wishes to be all but itself."

"What the_?"

"*interrupting* That's why I wish you didn't ask."

A man is sitting in the shadows. a phone rings by his chair. He swipes it off of the base and puts it to his ear. A voice on the other side speaks coldly.

"Tom's island. That's where he's headed. He hacked into S.H.E.I.L.D. just this morning."

"Thank you Smythe."

The man slams the phone back down on the base and cracks his neck to the side. He pulls a vile of a moving red mass out of his cloak pocket. Staring at it, he says coldly:

"We're going to the isle of man, Cletus."

To Be Continued...

[Ock/G.Goblin]

You know, I had a feeling Cletus would show up in this one ;)

[LudaChris]

nice stuff

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

You know, I had a feeling Cletus would show up in this one ;)

He has a minor role... arms will be ripped from their sockets... heads will roll. :)

[doc_octavius04]

I missed the first two chapters? Good story, I like it already!

You said there was a guy with six tentacles, I know I'm probably too late to ask, but I'm guessing that's Carlyle? I know for a proven fact that Octavius only has 4. Carlyle is the only villain with six.

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

I missed the first two chapters? Good story, I like it already!

You said there was a guy with six tentacles, I know I'm probably too late to ask, but I'm guessing that's Carlyle? I know for a proven fact that Octavius only has 4. Carlyle is the only villain with six.

Yep. Carlyle also has an emerald colored suit, lazers, and a red visor! :congrats:

[doc_octavius04]

I thought it was him... :D

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

Is everyone clear on the plot as of now? Carlyle needs Venom for unknown reasons, and they are heading to their island off the coast of the Isle of Man. Octavius is tracking Carlyle for unknown reasons to Ireland. The Chameleon and what's left of Carnage are going after Octavius for a reason you can probably figure out (IF you know what Ock still has).

[doc_octavius04]

I'm liking the plot line so far...:)

[Climperoonie]

:congrats:

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

Issue 3 is in past tense, because I screwed up. :p

Issue #3

"It wont be long now."

Chameleon sat, clinking his metal hands against the wall of the jet. He remembered the pain Octavius had put him through. He remembered how it felt to lose all control of his bodies, watching himself writh and then die. Then he watched himself come back.

"You took my faces, Octavius. I'm coming to get them back. But my arm... *looks down at mechanical arm* I cannot reattain that. I can only... take. *clinks hand into fist*

Octavius also remembered the pain he had caused Chameleon, along with so many others as he walked through the many bodies littering the detention cell where Brock was formerly held. The world was suffering with him. As long as he was in pain, someone else had to be. He looked down at a man with a burn on his back. His tentacle reached down and touched the wound.

"Carlyle's doing."

Kicking the body to the side, Ock followed the trail of death to the holding cell where Brock and Carlyle had entered earlier. He walked around it, knowing full well that he was a survivor. He stared at all the equipment of the villains that had challenged the world just as he had, and lost. Sure, Octavius had lost too, but never had he thrown his life away by allowing himself into this unescapable hell of metal bars and locked doors. He shook himself out of his vindictive dream, looking at two open cells near the back of the room. One looked like a large steel sarcoffegus(sp). It had a name plaque on it that read 4756689. The other... just said Brock.

"Brock? Could this be anymore perfect of a set up? I'll kill him as well, i think, yes. But I wonder, Brock... why do you keep your name? No serial number?"

Ock examined the holding cell of whatever Brock owned. He noticed thermal heaters on the inside of it. He remembered Conners's files on the symbiote. It's weaknesses are fire and sonics.

"So he has it again. I must prepare... and this time, no Kingpin will stand in my way. Only Carlyle. I'll crack him open like a sea turtle."

The Chameleon walked up behind Octavius as he was standing over Brock's symbiote container. He shot three darts into Octavius's neck. Octavius collapsed

"And it begins."

To Be Continued...

[doc_octavius04]

Whoa... that was unexpected. Good chapter.

[LudaChris]

:congrats:

[Ock/G.Goblin]

Chameleon better pay for that :mad:

[doc_octavius04]

Chameleon better pay for that :mad:

Yeah. KILL HIM OCK! KILL HIM!!:mad:

[Ock/G.Goblin]

Ooooh, I love your new avatar, doc.

Bagley is the man.

[doc_octavius04]

Ooooh, I love your new avatar, doc.

Bagley is the man.

Thanks. Just got it yesterday.:)

[LudaChris]

Ooooh, I love your new avatar, doc.

Bagley is the man.

guess who made it? :cool:
and it was off of a picture that you posted when you were the penguin

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

Chameleon better pay for that :mad:

:LOL: New chapter will be posted today. It's significantly longer.

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

CORRECTION! New chapter will be posted today. As in, two days later.

Issue #4

In the dark room, Octavius is slumped over, barely regaining consiousness. He is dimly aware that another is in the room, scratching something... the sound of metal on metal.

"You're not so very ominous when you're vunerable."

"...n ... Nobody... does tha... to me."

"Then I must be Nobody."

"h... How long...?"

"It's been six hours and... forty five minutes since I captured you."

Octavius slowly rolls his head up. Even behind sunglasses, the light hurts his eyes. The room isn't dark at all... or is it? The colors of the room keep changing, so much that Octavius forgets where he is. The Chameleon continues his talk with the subdued doctor.

"You stole things from me Otto. Do you know what they are?"

"B-belt..."

"Yes. You stole my faces. I would already have them and thrown you out of this plane, had you not encrypted the belt. What is the code, Octavius?"

"P-plane?"

"Answer the question, imbecile."

"Nnnnnn... nnnn-NO."

Deep within himself, Octavius feels something stirring. Something he feels everytime he commands his mechanical arms... but stronger. He feels it in a different place... he feels it all around him, everywhere. Octavius thinks he can control everything. He can control all. For, although he doesn't know, when the horrible accident at his lab occured, he was not only fused with his mechanical arms forever, developing a strong mental link with them. His mind was reconfigured.

The shackles that hold Octavius's arms to his knees moves. Ock's mechanical arms, though encased in a hard coagulated goo, can move. Octavius feels his mind race through every object in the room. The shackles shake violantly. The goo cracked under the pressure.

"W-what?"

Octavius shivers, the shackles thrashing around. Suddenly, there is a very cold silence. Sudden;y, everything shatters. The shackles, goo, and The Chameleon's metal hand. Everything in the room jostles around in shards like a hurricane is moving through it.

"NOBODY DOES THIS TO ME!"

Everything settles and Ock glares at the Chameleon with a look of insane hate and disgust. Chameleon smiles, reaching over to the wall with the one arm he has left.

"Exactly."

With a swift movement, The Chameleon pulls a large lever, pushing out the huge hatch door of the jet. Octavius roars, clamping on to the ground with all of his tentacles as the frigid air rips at him. The Chameleon stands up, unefected by the storm somehow. he motions towards the dorr with his hand.

"Your chariot awaits."

"YOU ARE DEAD, SIR! DEAD."

Doctor Octopus, in all of his fury, stands barely clinging to the inside of the jet. The Chameleon walks up to him. He grabs his neck, and grinning still, spits in Octavius's face.

"Go to hell."

Ripping his tentacles out of the floor, Octavius flies at The Chameleon with a scream of insanity. He is instantly sucked out, but not before he tears at Chameleon's abdomen with three tentacles. He is now in the almost airless atmosphere. He sees the cockpit of the jet. With enormous speed, and surgical precision that only he can deal out, Octavius launches all ofur of his ams into the cockpit front windsheild. The tentacles go through the chest of the pilot, ripping out the controls at the same time. He pulls the mechanical arms back out, and drifts backward, saluting the jet.

"You first."

Dr. otto Octavius hurrtles down toawrds the Earth, knowing full well that this wouldn't be his end. Not one soul can ever hope to stop Dr. Octopus, the merciless.

Carlyle waves his hand over a scanner. A massive chrome gateway moves to the side with a *SHOOM*.

"Welcome, to my little house of horrors."

"Dreamy."

"Isn't it? Well, it is here that we will lay and wait... until our victim comes to us!

"With a place this, how the hell will that happen? i think you spent too much time staring at the ceiling in that asylum."

Venom flicks his toungue as he watchs the dark sky display bright blue lightning, which is just barely illuminating Carlyle's lair. He is desperate to kill something. He longs for the thrill of seeing their blood spray out.

"I can't take much more of this running and hiding. I'm not a coward, Carlyle!"

"You won't have to wait much longer... just long enough for Octavius to slither on to this island."

"OCTAVIUS?"

Snarling, Venom thrusts his fist into a control panel pushed against a wall. He rips out several wires and eats them, drooling.

"We HATE Octavius. Almost as muchas we hate the WEBHEAD."

"See, there is a reward for being patient my slobbery amigo."

"Grr... How long?"

"If all goes according to plan, which it will, Ol' Ock'll be here by noon tommorow. Though he might run into some... turbulence."

Venom shoots several webs at a corner of the large, arena-like room. He jumps onto them, crawling to the center.

"We will WAIT."

To Be Continued...

[Ock/G.Goblin]

Wow, that was fantastic.

Chameleon is getting too big for his boots though :p

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

Not a good issue for Venom or Ock fans. However, you'll love it if you're a Chameleon fan.

Issue #5

Venom is upside-down, entangled in his webs. He snarls as he tears at the ceiling in frustration. It has been twenty hours of agonizing restraint. He wants his kill. He has nothing but anger fueling him now. In the corner, Carlyle lay on his back under a big machine, tinkering with it.

"Don't wreck the upholstery."

"It was already wrecked. Who would choose such a hideous shade of green to accent that chrome?"

"What?"

"Err... it has been twenty hours! Where is our KILL?"

"For the umpteenth time: BE PATIENT."

"We've been waiting in this stupid room for HOURS, WAISTING AWAY."

"Yes, we have but I_"

"NOT YOU! US!"

Carlyle sighs. Putting up with Venom's constant schizophrenia was hard. Still, it's better than being decapitated by his massive incisors.

"Right. *pause* Look, I'm as tired as you are of this dull place but everything has to ACCORDING TO PLAN!"

"Or what, squidzy?"

Spider-Man drops down on a web line from the ceiling. He cracks his knuckles and motions towards Venom.

"Come now, fugly! Let us engage in a climactic battle of good vs. evil!"

Venom roars and flies down from the ceiling. His back cracks as he rises up to his full height, staring down at Spider-Man. He raises his massive hands, baring his talon-like fingers and inhuman jaws.

"FINALLY! THE BOREDOM ENDS HERE!"

"That's right, chopper-face. Come get some... stupid."

Tendrils flailing venom charges at spider-Man as he zips out of the room on a web. Venom flows him down a dark corridor. Death is evident everywhere as Spider-Man leads Venom ****her and ****her down the shaft-like hallway. After about six hundred more feet of chasing, Spider-Man stops in front of an empty, dark room.

Snarling, Venom hurtles himself at Spider-Man, phasing through him and landing facedown in the damp room. "Spider-Man" cracks his neck backwards so that his head is looking at Venom. He laughs mechanically, then evaporates into tiny, colored pixels.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNO!!!"

The open doorway to the hall disappears as the inner walls of the room rotate.

The watery shores on the outer rim of the small island quake. Everything rumbles for a second... then stops for another... then rumbles for one more. Octavius plants his tentacles firmly in the ground as he pounds up the island towards the large metal structure situated at it's center.

As he is about to pound through the metal door with his mechanical death machines, a small explosion propels him nine feet backward. He lands with a thud, his tentacles forming a protective cage around him. He looks up to see, yet again, the featureless face of the Chameleon above him. Octavius rises up immediately on the tentacles, preparing to strike the Chameleon down.

"How did you find me?"

"I took a plane."

Striking deliberately at the Chameleon's head, Octavius yells. The tentacle catches Chameleon in the midriff, right where he had torn at him on the plane. Grunting, the Chameleon tears through the tentacle with the same metal arm Octavius had previously torn off. The tentacle retreats, short-circuting. A round object flies out of Chameleon's hand and heads straight for Ock's sternum. It explodes and everything goes dark.

Octavius wakes up screaming. He finds himself in a dark room much like Venom's. He can't move, but he sees something in front of him. It is him. The other Octavius smiles, and raises his tentacles.

"Are you ready, friend? The show's about to start!"

The other Ock walks through an opening in the wall, which immediately slams shut after he exits, cackling.

To Be Continued.

[Ock/G.Goblin]

Chameleon better get his, I tell ya. There better be blood spilled for that white faced rat :mad:

Great chapter.

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

That's exactly how Ock feels. Infact, it's starting to drive him to do something incredibly... stupid.


Well, that's how Eddie Brock views it.

[doc_octavius04]

Chameleon better get his, I tell ya. There better be blood spilled for that white faced rat :mad:

Great chapter.

No kidding. As I said earlier, KILL HIM OCK!!!

I like your avatar!! I have the issue that pic came out of, and... I love your avatar!

Keep up the good work, Eddie! I love the story so far!

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

Sorry for the delay, but I've been busy with other projects, on top of the holidays. This issue delivers the same things you've come to love about this series.

ISSUE #6

In the swirling and dim abyss of a room, mechanical tentacles are working steadily. The clanking of raw metal on metal and the sparking produced by this act are only drowned out by the sound of Octaius's screams. He has to get out. Some way, some how... he's going to kill the pale freak that put him in here. Cursing profoundly, Octavius s****ed at the empty wall where a door once was. A door an imposter had just walked out of. Filled with rage and strength, he pressed on.

He can feel the wall weakening, but only a little. Steadying himself, Ock prepares a lethal blow for the door. He stops, mid action, at the sound of his own voice.

"Hello, Eddie Brock."

"RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAWWRR! OCTAVIUS! LET US OUT YOU SWINE!"

Octavius? Who is_ The Chameleon. He has the belt back. Octavius has to stop him before this goes any ****her. He has to_

"It's time for the show. I will let you out, but you're going to have to fight me, the merciless Doctor Octopus, in battle."

"Gladly."

Octavius heard the door slide open again, then shut. Octavius's own door slides open, throwing him off balance. Cautiosly, Octavius peers out into an open arena, not the hallway he had been dragged down to get to this room. Venom lands on the ground with a thud, out of nowhere, and snarling, grabs Octavius by the neck, turns oaround, and throws him.

Ock rasies his head, dirt caked and scratched, out of the ground. From behind something grabs his leg.

"NO! BROCK! STOP, YOU MUSTN'T_" *CRACK*

Again, Ock's flies through the air, landing on his back. Infuriated, he rises up on his tentacles and grabs Venom's neck in a mechanical death grip as he charges at him.

"DESIST, YOU FOOL! I'M NOT YOU'RE ENEMY!!"

"NOT MY ENEMY?! HA! THE ONLY THING I HATE MORE THAN YOU IS SPIDER-MAN! IT'S TIME TO DIE!

"You IDIOT! *throws Venom down* I am not your ally, nor your oponent! I am in the same predicament as YOU!

"BAH! *webs Octavius to the ground and grabs his shoulders* YOU WILL NOT BE SPAIRED!"

The dust flies up in the arena as Venom rolls with Ock, trying to get a punch in edgewise. Ock, having had enough, punches Venom in the open mouth with a tentacle, knocking some of his fangs loose. He repeats the process until Venom stops punching.

"Listen... to me, now. *PUNCH* LISTEN TO ME,NOW! *PUNCH* Look at me, Venom! I am in worse shape than you are! Why would I want to fight you now?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE AN IDIOT!! *punch*

"WHERE'S THE BELT, BROCK? It's not on me, that's for **** sure! THE CHAMELEON IS ON THE ISLAND! HE STOLE IT!"

"Carlyle probably took it... when he captured you!"

"Car_ WHY WOULD HE CAPTURE ME, THEN SET ME FREE?!"

"BECAUSE HE... He KNOWS how much I want to kill you! How much I NEED to_ *CRACK*

Venom's head hits the ground again, just as he uppercuts Octavius. Everything is red, there's no time to breath. The crusuhing blows being exchanged, the primal hate engulfing them both, there is no way Octavius can get Venom to listen... unless?

"If you won't listen... maybe Eddie Brock will."

Clamping the digits of a tentacle onto Venom's upper jaw, Ock rips upward, tearing of layers of symbiote, hate, and evil. Edward Charles Brock's face emerges from the the torn layers of black and purple flesh. He gasps as he stares into the cold and gaunt face of Otto Octavius.

"Octavius... We... I... LET ME GO!"

Fighting Eddie's mind, the symbiote tries to reattach itself to it's host's face. Eddie tears at it, trying to keep it from overcoming him. For some reason, Eddie's mind doesn't want to rejoin the symbiote at this moment.

"Ock... I BELIEVE YOU... But the hate... I can't FIGHT IT!!"

"Then don't! USE IT AGAINST THEM!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWGGGGHHH!!"

Losing his mind again, from the sheer strain of keeping his mind away from the symbiote's, Eddie Falls backwards and, writhing around, transforms back into Venom in a mass of tendrils.

"There is no Edward Charles Brock... there is only HATE, hate... AND VENOM!"

"VENOM! He stole it from me! HE STOLE MY BELT!"

"You're belt? ... tsk, tsk, Octavius. It seems your memories are going with your figure."

The overly sweet and empty voice eratiated fro mthe walls of the arena. The ceiling it up, then projected a giant pale face onto the floor. It was the Chameleon... and Doctor Octopus and Venom were right where he wanted them.


To Be Continued

[doc_octavius04]

Oh, man... I like that chapter. Keep it up!:)

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

Okay, I kicked Rory off of my computer! I am now free to type out the next issue. Of course, you mgiht already KNOW THE WHOLE COMIC, if the little urchin spewed everything like Tuna Suprise.

Issue #7

"Brock, I'm sorry for bringing you into my retribution, but it was the only way. Octavius... must be terminated."

" YOU... WHITE RAT! NO ONE... double crosses US! We will tear open your chest, and watch you DIE!"

Knocking Octavius off of himself, Venom pounds on the ground, cracking the dry Earth the Chameleon's face is on. Showing utter distain, Chameleon watches Venom's fruitless attemps with severe contempt.

"Sacrifices must be made."

A loud hiss of air makes it very clear that the Chameleon has unleashed hell. The canister he is holding errupts as it is broken open, with blood red lava. Flying in all directions, the crimson death whipped through the air in a mass of dark tendrils. growing in size immediately, a long, loud screach is heard as a head shoots out of the blood mass. A solid chunk splits off of the mass, reforming and churning, into an arm.

"It's Unholy."

Octavius watches the ground with disgust as the thing once known as Carnage splinters into a humanoid form with various squelches and cracks. The screach seases, suddenly, as two yellow beams of light shoot out of a pair of dark caverns in the Carnage's head. It starts to laugh, insanely.

"CHAMELEON! HE'LL KILL US ALL!!"

"RRRRRRRRRRRARGH!! CARNAGE?!"

Frowning behind The Carnage, Chameleon points out with one of his metal fingers.

"You are the sacrifice, Brock."

Staring in disbelief at the ground, Venom does not notice the ceiling, a small door creaking open in it. Out of nowhere, a slash of blood flies out of the air and onto Venom's back. It's tendrils wrap around him, and stick into him, like roots of a gnarled, twisted, evil tree.

Octavius quickly darts against a near-by wall, pressing himself against it hastely as the mass of symbiote rolls past him. He stares upward, scanning the ceiling to discover where Carnage came from. He stes his sights on the small trap door.

"I've got to get to him."

His wirey metaclic appendages fly into the concrete walls of the arena. Scowling, the Doctor scales up the structure, Carnage and Venom still massacring the scene below.

The steady thumping of Ock's arms crunching into the solid walls is evident. He decides to take a more indirect approach. Turning around, he pushes off the wall with the tentacles and lunges out at the ceiling, only ten feet above him. Shooting the arms upward, he makes contact with a few of the metal beams by the trap door. Swinging upwards, he latches on to the ceiling stealthily.

"WHY NOT JUST KILL ME NOW?!"

"NEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH... I wanna watch you BLEED!"

*CRACK*

A solid punch, delivered by Venom, flys at Carnage's jaw with such force and velocity, it completely emplodes Carnage's face. Flying thirty-seven feet into the air, Carnage spins around, then lands on his head, his back snapping. He wriths violantly on the ground, screaching.

Clamping his tentacles onto the bolts that bar the entrance into the ceiling tunnel, Doctor Octopus heaves the metal with all his might, sparks flying from it. The chunk of titanium gives way, torn metal splintering off of it. Holding the chunk above his head, Octavius peers into the dark cavern. An emerald-green claw flys out of it, snapping in Ocks face four times. From the darkness, a red visor glows like fire in the tunnel. From out of the opening Octavius has just made, Carlyle steps, all six tentacles curling backwards, ready to strike. Carlyle grins at Octavius's worn tentacles, then stares up at his face. Octavius stares right on through him, seeing Carlyle as only another obstacle in his path. He flings the chunk of titanium straight at The Imposter's chest.

"One more little chore."


To Be Continued...

[doc_octavius04]

Oh man, oh man, you have to continue the story!!!!:eek: I'm loving it so far!!

Chameleon better get what's coming to him. Carlyle too.

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

Thanks, I'll have to post issues up more often.

I've decided, that Doctor Octopus vs. Venom 3 will be posted on May Fourth (to quell the still-yearning need for Venom-ness). The very last page of the very last issue, has no words. I will scan it and place it up here. It will be uncolored, probably, but it will be very intense.

But, for now, let me focus on this story.

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

Uh oh, double post. It's what the people want!



Issue #8

Metal shrapnel wizzes across the room, from Octaivus's blow. Glowing pieces of scr@p bounce off of Venom's face and arm, but he does not take notice. Charging at a wall, his eyes on Carnage the whole duration, Venom kicks his way up the titanium. Webbing below and behind him, at the ground, he backflips off of the structure and into the air, directly over Carnage's writhing form.

"TONIGHT WE DINE IN HELL!!"

The tension explodes as Venom hurdles down into the mass of blood and hate. There is no reality anymore, as Carnage now knows. There is only venom, as The Chameleon, stationed upstairs, watches lividly in sheer agonizing terror.

Cackling in gleeful bursts, Octavius wrings out Carlyle with cracks and bangs.

"You're tormented antagonism AMUSES ME!"

Vindictive metal judgement flying down on him, Carlyle plumets to the ground, over and over again.

"If you didn't keep getting up, this would be EASY for both of us. We should both share the satisfaction!"

With this last word, Octaivus grapples onto the back of Carlyle's cold, bare neck. He begins to crack his tentacle very slightly, then whips Carlyle with the slack of it. The emerald form spits at his heels.

"Old man, if I were to give up right now, I can honestly believe that it would NOT be easier on me."

Octavius sneers, cracking his knuckles.

"Oh you're quite right about that."

"Then there's not much incentive for me to give in to a decrepid old ****'s demands, is there?"

Chrurning Carlyle onto his backside, Octavius shackles Carlyle in a mechanical full nelson.

"Decrepid? Hardly."

*CRACK*

Lifting his elbow back away from Carlyle's now blood-drenched nose, Octavius balls his twisted digits into a white-knuckled fist. He releases the green man from his vice. The man is speachless, staring at the ground from his crouch. Octavius, grimacing in vindication, strikes down his iron fist, locomoting Carlyle's head into his own knee. The well-cherished red visor shatters over his nasal bridge.

"You lasted longer than I would have thought of any other over-bearing, vile, and pompous creature I've come in contact with."

Cracking his neck and flatening the collar on his crisp white blazer, Octavius sprints towards the base of the wall he had just climbed, getting back to the trap door.

There is a shriek of metalic vengeance as something catches Octavius behind the knee. Twisting in the wound, an emerald appendage is clamped to Ock's leg.

"POMPOUS? You scenile son of a *****!"

Hoisting Ock's frame back towards him, Carlye spouts blood from his face as he speaks.

"I'm the only sane person in this ESTABLISHMENT. Do You Think? DO YOU THINK- THIS COULD HAVE ALL HAPPENED WITHOUT MY SKILL? CERTAINLY NOT, SIR!"

While Octavius's pride is being dragged back to the depths, Venom can't help but wonder while he grapples with Carnage. He wonders if everyone is doomed.



To Be Continued....

[doc_octavius04]

Oh man, that was AWESOME!!! Best chapter yet! Now, what I really want to see is Octavius beat the livin' crud out of the Chameleon for what happened in chapters 3-5, because that was crazy.

KILL HIM, OCTAVIUS! KILL HIM OFF!! Make him feel the fury of Doctor Octopus! * starts laughing maniacally* :docock:

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

Well, there's still several problems he needs to face first. Carlyle's going to start trying to flash fry Ock.

[doc_octavius04]

Oh, buddy. That sounds... whoa. Aw well, it would still be cool seeing Ock turn the Chameleon into minced meat.

[Eddie Brock Jr.]

You're making me want to write another one out right now.

[doc_octavius04]

Good!:LOL: