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     So, Venom thought, as he sat on the Steinway piano's chair, fingers above the claps. A merciless killer disguised as an honest hero. Serving justice while he's feeding his eternal murder seeking. His fingers twitched, triggering random husky sounds. Oh, the thing was old. But he liked that. It gave the notes a rougher tone, adding to the intensity of the melody he had yet to remember.

     How can one use darkness against evil? How can said one be called hero? Killing killers like no big deal apparently being legal... His fingers probed the keyboard, trying to figure the start of the song.

[[[please play the melody I posted, now. it's really important for you to do so, if you want to truly enjoy this]]]

     The moment he hit the right notes of the beginning, the whole song dawned on him like a wave, his fingers impulsively moving on the dusted claps with a passion that sent his heart racing. His mind emptied, each corner of his body focused on the intensity of the melody.

     The wise piano coughed the notes gracefully, the sounds flying out the opened windows like ghosts. The summer storm's wind carried the notes further into the woods, caressing the leaning trees with a delicate touch of life. The dark clouds accompanied the melody with long, deep thunders, creating a symphony of melancholy.

     Venom's porcelain face creaked as it slightly crumpled in pain, memories threatening to blossom. His breath escaped shaky, tickling the back of his frantically moving hands, on which rivers of veins arose from the effort. He closed his eyes, his vision having gotten blurry. He shoved his fangs in his lower lip, trying to stop its trembling. His muscles started twitching randomly as he shivered, but his fingers kept playing perfectly despite the obstacles accumulating.

     'Vater, nein... Aufhören...' he could remember his vulnerable, pathetic voice beg. Shaking his head, he put an abrupt, noisy, disturbing end to the melody as he slammed his hands on the keyboard.

     Standing up, he grabbed the small chair, slamming it mercilessly against the wall. The silence didn't have time to settle, the villain's loud, hurtful scream beating it to it. He yelled even as his lungs and throat ached, fingers digging through his chest as he tried to reach for his aching heart. All he managed to do was leave deep scratches- delicate, thin traces of blood staining his once immaculate shirt.

     He froze as his eyes met the sight of the half filled wine rack. Without hesitation, he grabbed a bottle and bit the corck out, gulping down the liquid gulp after gulp after gulp... after gulp... after gulp... after gulp... Halfway through, the alcohol eventually reached to his head, body slowly going numb. But he didn't stop. He just stumbled backwards, continuing to drink the entire bottle in one go. He let it drop to the ground, the sound of it shattering fading away along with his vision. His lips raised in a smile as his brain felt ten times heavier.

     His voice was soft yet sorrowful as he offered a sound between laughter and whine. His knees gave up, leaving him to fall on the ground, but he didn't mind it. He didn't mind the room spinning, the deafening silence teasing his ear, the coldness of the floor, the stinging pain on his chest, the shards of the bottle deeply cutting his back and arms...

     He just enjoyed the bliss of unconsciousness as it slowly embraced him in a pitiful hug...

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     Outside, a young blonde boy watched the door of the house in awe. He had been walking through the woods, backpack on shoulders as he tried to put as much distance between him and the family he ran away from. Then, as the wind whispered the piano's notes, he let them guide him to the Victorian style house, where he stood on the porch, taking in the beautiful melody.

     But then, out of the blue, it abruptly stopped, the sound of furniture hitting the wall making the boy flinch. He felt the blood in his veins freeze as he heard a sorrowful, agonized scream of pain. He could feel his eyes tear up as the voice faded into silence.

     Then, after the sound of soft, bitter laughter, the silence was cut by shards of a bottle hitting the ground, followed by a loud thud.

     The teenager looked at the door, hesitant and unsure as to what he was supposed to do. That a lonely man was suffering inside the house, he was certain... And it was all it took for him to reach a shaky hand on the doorknob, not imagining  that someone to have played piano so passionately could be in any way dangerous.

     If he thought his heart ached at the sounds, he had another thought coming as he took in the actual sight of the situation...

     He didn't even process the fact that the man he considered harmless was the villain, Venom, whose doings were no secret. He just sobbed silently as he saw him on the ground, numerous shards cutting his back and arms, adding blood to the growing puddle. From the corner of his lips, a drop of wine escaped, trailing down the blushed skin.

     The teenager knelt next to him, pulling his torso up, supporting it on his own. He flinched with each bottle piece he pulled out of his back, sniffling as he tried to keep tears from pouring. He then carried his body to the couch, surprised at how light the man's body was for his height. He placed him on his front, then rummaged through his backpack for the healing pack.

     And so, he stood unsure by the couch, watching the shirtless villain as he slept, bandages around his torso and arms- one of which kept slipping off the couch. The boy had no idea what he was doing. He was in an unconscious murderer's house, waiting for him to wake up. What in the world was he expecting, for him to wake up, hug him and accept him as his evil companion?

     Despite his rational thoughts begging for his body to move, he just sat there by the couch, taking in the man's features. He never imagined to get his close to the villain, ever. He only dreamed of doing so...

     But, after what felt like hours, after Venom flinched into consciousness, the boy knew it was real. It was happening. And he was damn terrified as he watched the empty, cold eyes staring back at him.

     "I'm... I'm Zack. I just heard.. stuff... and... Sorry, I'll just leave." he stumbled on his feet, trying to run away, before the villain grabbed his hand swiftly as he stood up. Venom tried to keep his balance as a wave of dizziness hit him, supporting himself on the boy.

     "Why there must be something I could do to repay you." he spoke huskily, placing his hand on the blonde's warm cheek. He could see something flickering in his eyes. "Anything..."

     Zack gulped. He only dreamed of getting to meet the villain and ask him the one favour. Nodding slightly, he spoke. "My... My step-father. He leaves the Police Station at 11, and passes Lilly Library on the way home..." he whispered, fumbling with Venom's crumpled tie. ”Kill him... and make it hurt. And mention me..."

     Venom nodded, wrapping his arms around the fragile body, slightly smiling as arms wrapped around his neck. They stood like that for a while, the villain humming softly as the boy relaxed in his embrace.

     Fool, fool boy.

     The villain pushed him to the ground, then grabbed his leg, twisting it violently at the knee, making sure he wouldn't be able to run away. The boy screamed terrified as the villain dragged him towards the stairs leading to the basement, every time his leg would touch the ground waves of pain erupting through his body. Venom then picked him up bride style, climbing down the stairs and walking into the cold, dark, God forsaken room.

     After placing him on the table in the middle, the villain twisted his leg back in its initial position, the teenager wincing as he felt his bone move and pop. The pain was completely gone, but it didn't bring any relief as he realised he couldn't move it at all.

     "My leg... My leg!" he sobbed. "I can't move it!" he started crying like a child, shivering as the villain climbed on top of him, watching him amused. "Please, just put yourself in my shoes, please let me go!"

     The teenager couldn't believe this was happening. He felt so utterly helpless, knowing that his entire fate hanged between a criminal's fingers.

     "Put myself in your shoes... Daddy problems, huh? Been there, done that, flower." he murmured, unzipping the boy's pants. "But you'll take that secret to the grave, won't you..."

     Zack gulped, hands grabbing the villain's upper arms as he entered the acceptance faze. I better die like this, than at my step-father's filthy feet. He closed his eyes as fangs scratched his neck. "Please keep your promise..." he whimpered, sighing as he felt his skin rip and vision blurry.

     "Your wish is my demand, flower..." the villain assured as he entered the boy. Zack's silent gasps left in short breaths, tickling Venom's shoulder as he kept pumping and drinking.

     Zack watched the blurry concrete ceiling helpless as he felt pain and pleasure blossom in his body. Not once did anyone make him feel like that. Despite being penetrated against his will, the boy felt as if on clouds. He could hear and feel his blood slipping opposite its normal course, leaving his numb arms to drop their hold on the villain's, leaving his legs loosely dangling, leaving his head to tilt back as he faded away with a last moan.

     Venom picked at the flesh between his teeth as he watched his handy work, laying on the muddy ground of the forest, far away from his house. The boy.

     The villain bit bigger portions of his body than he normally would, making it look as if Zack was attacked by a bear. He left paw shaped stains of dirt over his body just to accentuate the idea. Authorities will easily classify it as wild animal attack.

     A low, majestic thunder introduced numerous rain drops, making the villain sigh pleased. He liked rain...

     Hands in pockets, Venom walked away, humming lightly, towards the city.

     From his spot in the shadow the alley provided, the villain had a clear view on the Lilly Library. His dress shoe tapped the pavement impatiently as he checked the watch. 11:17 pm. He then looked up just in time to see a familiar policeman.

     It was the one who questioned him days ago, he realised. What a small town... He exited the alley, crossing the street easily- no person being out at that late hour- and joined the policeman in his walk, looking ahead even as he felt the cop's gaze on him.

     "Greetings." he casually said, noticing from the corner of his eyes the way he looked at him intrigued.

     "Venom... Surprised to see you around. How is sane life treating you?" the cop asked casually, shoulder nudging the villain's.

     "Acceptable." he replied, hugging his elbow suggestively. The cop grinned, noticeably approaching.

     The villain took his gesture as his cue and pulled him behind an apartment complex, once there pinning him against the wall and kissing him. The man responded eagerly, violently exchanging places and wrapping Venom's legs around his waist, slowly and deeply grinding against him. He didn't bother to question the situation, counting on the idea that the men working at the mental hospital knew what they were doing when releasing the villain. 

     The cop then shoved his tongue inside Venom's mouth, profoundly exploring it. The villain grinned and nibbled it. Rougher and rougher and rougher...

     Until he straight up ripped a part of it off.

     The man, of course, tired to scream, but his sounds were muffled by the villain's mouth, who sucked the bleeding tongue, gulping the blood eagerly. Venom then slammed him back against the wall, fingers digging into his eyeball. After pulling it out, he shoved it down his throat, considering making the gesture his signature move in the future.

     "Your step-son says hi." he spoke in fake politeness, patting his cheek. The man's eye widened as he stopped his gagging and swallow attempts. His back slid down the wall until he slumped on the ground.

     At the sound of steps approaching, the villain entered the back door of the building, going through the hall and out the front exit, reaching the street lightened by blue and red as police cars approached. Looking to his right, he saw the hero entering the alley he'd just been at, cops short on his track. He must have sensed danger and called the police, the villain concluded.

     Shrugging, he walked away, chewing on the tongue in his mouth as if on gum.

     Yum...

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Well that happened :D

Was this too random? Or did too many things happen? Or was it too gross? Q_Q sorry, it's just.. I have too many ideas for this, and I guess I must improve on separating them. This chapter was so messy D: I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless :p 

Oh, and you should check out the girl's channel. I mean the girl in the video I posted. She plays piano like there's no tomorrow :o amazing person. 

So yeah. Comments? :'D 

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