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     Man working at the Megan Mental Hospital found dead. 

38 years old Billy Clarkson was found dead in the monitors room of the Megan Mental Hospital. He was tied to a chair, own organ down his throat. Cause is uncertain between chocking and bleeding to death--

     Venom almost smiled as he recalled the moment he did it. Entered the monitors room of the hospital one night, catching him just as he was shamelessly masturbating to what he saw on the numerous screens. At first, the man was shocked. Seeing a person that was freed from that institution just weeks before would, of course, make him nervous as he watched his long slender arms. Free arms, guilty of numerous murders, no straitjacket keeping them from adding to the list.

     All it took was for Venom to undo his own belt. It was all it took for the perverted man to forget the fact that in the doorway stood a 'mentally unstable' man, a killer, a man he raped each and every night for the last few years. A man that almost smiled as he shoved the bastard's chopped penis down his throat. A man that watched calmly as his screams of pain were muffled by chocks. A man that was, and is, insane.

     Knock.. knock.. knock.

     Venom recognised the sound. Slight pauses between the knocks underlining the gravity of the situation. The beats loud and clear, showing just how serious the man was about his profession. The muffled taps of a foot signalising what seems to be impatience when it was, in fact, nervousness.

     He carefully stood up, placing the wine bottle on the table, and limped his way to the door of his house. Yes, limped. Years of being raped does that to people... Opening the door, he watched the classic police partnership. A white man and an Afro-American one watched him back in awe, eyeing the way he was dressed. He was wearing a dark Ermenegildo Zegnadark suit, hugging his slim body in all the right places, pointing out the sharp angles of his shape.

     After clearing his throat, the dark skinned one spoke. "We are here for Billy Clarkson's case. We just came to look around a bit and question you. Many men that were recently released from the Megan Mental Hospital are going through the same process at the moment. I'll check the house while my co-worker will ask you questions, okay?"

     Venom didn't respond. He just stared ahead of him at the trees surrounding his Victorian style house and waited, his expression the same porcelain emptiness it has always been. The cop hesitantly passed by him, starting his investigation. The other one looked uneasy as he stood in the doorway, scratching his head confused.

     "Are we... going to do this inside or just..."

     After receiving no response, he sighed and took out a small notepad, starting the questioning uncomfortable. "Where have you been on the date of seventh July- exactly two weeks ago?"

     Venom's hand moved out of his pocket and waved gracefully, pointing the inside of his house. The cop nodded, writing down. "Did you ever have any interactions with the man in the monitors room?" Venom shook his head no. "Did you know any member of his family?" Venom would have been surprised that a married father could do such things behind his family's back, but then again, it dawned on him a long, long time ago just what humans could be capable of. He just shook his head disapprovingly, also answering the cop's question while doing so.

     The man kept asking questions any kid could lie to, while the villain just stared at the trees, his body speaking for him in silent answers. It was seriously becoming a problem keeping himself from just shoving his fangs in the man's throat, the thirst of blood triggered by his nerves which stood on edge.

     After a while, the other cop came back, not having found anything suspicious. Of course he wouldn't, Venom's weapons were hidden so well he had a hard time remembering where he put them himself. The villain closed the door after the policemen, glaring from between the curtains as the car left. After limping to the living room, he sat back down on the couch, resuming his position. Ankle resting on his knee, an arm on the backrest, Romanian Murfatlar wine bottle in hand.

     Just in time for the show on his TV to start. He wasn't usually interested in that specific live show, but after they proudly announced their special guest days before, his curiosity got the best of him. And so he sat, waiting for the typical overreacted round of applause to end as the show began. The host grinned, his expression as fake as the reactions of the payed crowd behind the camera.

     'Thank you, thank you and welcome to the What's Up Show! ' he spoke over the claps, another wave then joining. 'As promised, today we have a special guest! Is that a bird? Is that a plane? No, it's Klaus! Sunday-Town's one and only hero!'

     Venom watched as the man walked to the host, waving slightly at the crowd. He was tall, his frame underlined by his dark coloured clothes. A red, black and white plaid shirt, black tie matching his jeans, and casual shoes. His hair was straight and dark, repeatedly flipped out of his eyes as a habit. His lips presented a fake smile as he walked towards the host, shaking his hand as he reached the comfortable looking couch.

     After sitting down, they began small talk, the hero offering occasional fake laughter at the foreseeable humour the man beside him shared. As they were done talking about thieves and old women crossing the streets, the host started the topic of the evening.

     'So Klaus, as you might of heard, the villain of this town was released from the mental hospital a month ago. How does that make you feel?" he asked seriously.

     'Well... I haven't heard much of this Venom guy, really, but I do know that he killed the hero before me. And seeing as whatever he did back then was what sent him into a mental institution instead of jail... It is kind of unnerving.' the hero shrugged as he spoke swiftly, presenting a strong British accent.

     'And do you think that releasing him was a good idea? '

     'I can't really tell, since I don't actually know what he's done to reach there in the first place...'

     'I would be more than glad to share the information with you, but there might be sane human beings watching the show, wouldn't want to ruin that for them.' the host spoke, the crowd trying its best to laugh. But people knew to well what happened, so it was barely above murmurs, the subject not leaving place for humour. The fingers of Venom's left hand twitched as he took a gulp from the bottle in his other one.

     'Well that sounds encouraging.' the hero joked, fumbling with his tie.

     'He was freed for well behaviour and wasn't guilty of anything since released, so it's fine. Now, if he would be to hear this, what message would you send him? '

     'Hm... Well, he is a villain. I can imagine him watching this as we're speaking, some fancy drink in his hand. So...' he trailed off, picking up the glass of water on the table, probably the first time touched by a guest since the history of TV shows. ’Cheers! ' he said, raising the glass before bringing it to his lips.

     Venom blinked, following his movement with the bottle in his hand, before taking a long gulp.

     "Cheers."

     Venom tried his best to walk right, his lower back and bruises making it a troublesome task. He was walking through the town, looking around for any sign of crime. He wanted to get to see Klaus in action so he could study his tactics, powers and reflexes. And, of course, not wanting to return that cursed mental hospital just yet, he looked around the town, counting on someone else to attract the hero by doing crime. He mostly walked in alleys, for one knowing there would be higher chances to find what he was looking for, and for two wanting to escape the horrified glances the citizens threw at him. Attention was the last thing he needed when trying to spy.

     The smell of warm blood reached his nostrils as he approached a narrow alley behind a building. Venom could sense alcohol in the blood, just the way he loved it. Trying to push back his need, he approached the corner and leaned forward to peek from behind it, slightly wincing as his back protested in pain. From his place he could see a drunk woman on the ground, arms covering her head as she sobbed. In front of her stood a hulk of a man, his fist threateningly raised, his other hand gripping the lady's hair. She looked like a hooker, the man most likely being the pimp.

     "You're fucking tired, you say? The man fucking hurt you, you say? This is hurting, you whore!" he yelled loudly, slamming her to the ground. The woman whimpered something inaudible, crawling backwards until her back hit the brick wall. "What was that? 'Sorry' ? You weren't sorry when you used my fucking money on alcohol and on that little bitch of yours!"

     "Don't you call my daughter a bitch!" she yelled, her tone furious. Venom shook his head, almost impressed at the guts she had in such situation, and at the luck she held- Klaus jumped down from the roof of the building just as the man was about to kick her to her death.

     The hero took the man by the shoulders, turning around and violently slamming him to the ground. His eyes were narrowed in disgust as he watched the man before him. Reaching down, he grabbed him by his greasy dark hair and dragged him in front of the woman.

     "Apologize." the hero ordered, voice monotonous.

     The man, shocked, was left speechless for a moment, before the lady slapped him hard. "Apologize." she repeated after Klaus, glaring at the man whose expression Venom imagined to have turned murderous.

     "Sorry." he spat through clenched teeth.

     Then, out of the blue, his head hit the wall just next to the prostitute's shoulder, who watched in horror as the hero kept slamming his head on the wall. Blood covered her and Klaus as the man's head cracked more and more, until his cheekbone and temple lacked flesh. The woman grinned pleased as she watched his body hit the ground, then looked up at the hero, her eyes widened in bliss.

     "Thank you so much, Klaus!" she then got on her knees, grabbing his legs desperately. "I've been waiting for this moment my entire life, hero, the moment in which I'd please your needs after being saved from that disgusting bastard..."

     The hero just grabbed her shoulders and raised her on her feet, then walked away, blood sprawled on his clenched jaw and underlining his eyes, filled with hatred and pure darkness.

     Venom didn't move from his place even as he saw him approaching, knowing too well how any surroundings would be faded in a murderous state like his. He just stood in the shadow while Klaus passed by him blindly. The villain gulped as he smelled super-human blood, all his senses going wild after the angelic, inexplicably marvellous taste. Hero blood.

     He clenched his hand hard, nails deeply cutting his skin, waiting for the hero to exit the alley before impulsively stepping to the scene of the murder. The woman was kicking the dead body angrily, spitting all her emotions bottled over the years she's been through. She sobbed in relief, cries escaping between maniac laughter, sanity slipping with each kick she gave.

     In her breakdown, the sounds of Venom's dress shoes tapping the cement loudly was muffled, until it stopped next to her. The villain slammed her against the wall, a hand on her forehead, pinning her head to the wall while the other was pressed against her chest. As she recognized the well known and feared villain, whose sick past was no secret, her body froze in horror, lips parted. Before she could scream for the hero's help, a hand covered her mouth.

     Venom buried his fangs deep in her neck, groaning as he felt the alcohol flavoured blood slide down his throat, leaving a trail of warmness behind it. His pleasured sounds were only interrupted by repetitive gulps, with each one the woman's body going number. The hand from her mouth was then moved to her waist as she collapsed, the villain continuing to drink until not a drop was left in her body.

     Watching her body hit the ground, the villain kept his thoughts back from wondering to all the possible things he could do with it. Instead, he focused on the wound on her neck. If she was to be found, the policemen would instantly know it was him who did it, being the only 'vampire' in the town, as they called him.

     Reaching in the pimp's pocket, he found a pocket knife. Flipping it open, he shoved in the hooker's throat repeatedly, until the bite marks were replaced with holes. He then placed the knife next to her hand, making it look like she was the one to have done it. It would be a plausible explanation, seeing as she wasn't far from doing it herself by the looks of her mental state.

     After wiping his mouth with the sleeve of her dirty-school-girl wannabe shirt, he stood up and took a breath. Looking down, he was more concerned about his blood stained expensive suit than the fact that somewhere, out there, a little girl was officially motherless.

     Taking of his suit jacket, he slung it over his arm, the blood stains unseeable. The rest of his clothes were spotless, so he walked away swiftly, no more limping, the blood having healed his back and bruises.

     Felt good... Felt good...

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Photo is of Venom, of course. Being his evil self :) 

So. That happened :D I hope you're not uncomfortable with the whole... graphic... violent scenes or anything. I mean, it's just... more... intense this way :3 

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