If everyone made a list of their most unforgettable days of the year, you would definitely be at the top of the list today.

You didn't have the bad habit of taking drugs or smoking, and you were pretty sure that what Eddy gave you this morning was most likely vitamins, not hallucinogenic drugs. The whistling wind in your ears, the bumpy feeling of weightlessness, and the fast-moving scenery on both sides of your vision were all very real. You were definitely not in some absurd dream.

But!

Yes!

What the hell is this!!??

In broad daylight, you are being carried on the shoulders of a big brother who is almost three meters tall and has red skin with some black patterns. Now, you are jumping on roofs and vaulting over walls at a speed of nearly 60 km/h in an unknown alley in New York. Behind you is a black guy who is even faster. Twice, he almost caught up to you, but the player you are riding on is extremely agile in turning corners, running into alleys, and other skills to shake him off again.

The guy behind you was obviously furious. When he roared and scolded you, he bared his white, sharp teeth. His ferocious look did not make him look like a good person at all. It was as if he wanted to cut you two into pieces on the spot.

No one explained to you what was going on.

When you woke up, you found yourself lying on the shoulders of a rather magical looking … creature. As soon as you moved, you heard a melancholy voice.

"Hello, miss."

The strange soft and thin voice and the inexplicably familiar opening made you shiver subconsciously. Although he spoke politely, the huge claws on your back and the pain of his skin being pierced all indicated that he was not friendly to you.

What's more, you knew that this was a kidnapping scene.

Your muddled brain suddenly woke up and shouted loudly in the whistling cold wind, "Casatie?"

"To be more precise, it's a massacre," he corrected absent-mindedly, "Casatie is inside."

The strange word "inside" gave you a lot of terrible ideas, but that was not the question you wanted to ask now. You pulled your long hair out of the way and continued to ask him loudly, "What did you do to Eddy!?"

"What did I do to him?

… Nothing, but that gentleman took off both of my arms. "

Massacre was surprisingly cooperative. He even showed his temporarily free hand to you. The skin on his hand was indeed lighter than the rest of his body.

Even more magical!!

Don't tell me your Mr. Reporter has a side profession of fighting monsters?

This is not scientific!

You were struck dumb by the series of strange events. You knocked on Massacre's back as if you were knocking on a door, "Casatie!!

Are you inside?? "

Slaughter, who was focused on running, was silent for a while. Suddenly you heard a weird bubbling sound, and then Casady's highly recognizable voice sounded from where Slaughter had been speaking, "Good morning, my little bird."

Today's fright has already reached its peak. You've gone from being flustered to being enraged.

"B * stard!!!" You scolded angrily, "What the f * ck is this???"

"Oh, no, no, no." Casady seemed to be shaking his head. "A lovely lady should not —"

"Go to hell!!!

Go to hell!!!! "

Then a black figure appeared in your field of vision. As the distance narrowed, you gradually saw his face.

"F * ck!" You said expressionlessly, "Another one!"

Speaking of which, a guy who could run on walls at a speed of sixty to seventy miles per hour couldn't possibly be human.

You were trying to figure out how to get down from this high-speed rickshaw to find Eddy. You couldn't help but be angry and scared at the thought of him. Why Casatie became so strange was no longer the important question. You just wanted to know how Eddy was doing.

"Arya!!"

Your brain was still processing the word that shocked you subconsciously, and your mouth had already shouted, "Who the f * ck is calling me!??"

However, the voice came from the pursuer. When did you know this magical creature?!

What's more, he seemed to be frightened by you. He staggered and stopped for a moment. The temporarily shortened distance between you quickly widened, and he became a small black dot in the distance again.

"Poor thing." Massacre changed back and said dejectedly, "Please allow me to have three seconds of silence."

"Shut up!"

"…" Massacre shut up. At the same time, the claw on your back tightened a little. The smell of fresh blood floated in the cold wind.

You also stopped talking.

Venom, who was left behind, was taking a shortcut from the building under Eddy's command.

[Turn right … three more buildings … take the passageway … it's here!

Go straight out the damn window!]

It came out of nowhere. Neither you nor Massacre were prepared. With the crisp sound of glass shattering on the upper right side, the black figure descended from the sky with an imposing aura. It attacked from above with overflowing rage. Its steel knife-like claws viciously slashed into Massacre's body. You only had time to see a few pitch-black claws suddenly stretched out from his back and viciously tore downwards. The next moment, the sense of weightlessness confused your vision. After the mottled blue, white, red and grey quickly alternated, and finally, the dead black occupied your retina.

After the weightlessness, there was a strong dizziness and nausea. You held your forehead and endured for a long time. After you recovered, you found that you were intermittently making weak groans of wanting to vomit.

"Okay."

Someone above your head said, "I'll reluctantly allow you to vomit on me, but only if you let me eat one of your fingers."

In front of you was pitch-black skin with a strange texture. The taut muscles were lined with unknown white lines that resembled poisonous creatures.

You swore that this was definitely the body's own decision. Your arm automatically made a gesture to the left, and then your hand slapped the other person's face.

"… Wha … What?"

You finally saw the person who spoke. At the same time, you found that he was holding you with one hand. His very, very threatening face was right in front of you. His white eyes stared straight at you. You couldn't help but stutter. "I'm … I'm sorry!

I … I didn't mean it! "

The sound of the slap was not crisp at all. It only made a muffled sound. You even felt that your hand had sunk in a little.

You could guarantee that this kind of small and soft slap would not cause more than one attack to him. But he obviously did not look happy. Instead, he slowly narrowed his eyes sinisterly.

"I'm sorry!!!"

You were so scared that you closed your eyes and hid your hand behind your back. He really looked like he was going to bite you.

Then there was a cold and wet feeling on your face.

… You were licked.

"Ahhh!!!!!"

Venom laughed happily in a low voice.

Regardless of Eddy's cursing inside, he said to you in a subwoofer voice that did not match his appearance, "Hi, baby."

？？

Why did he call you baby!??

Do you want to reply to him with "Hi handsome guy"???

Venom noticed the scratch on your back, and made a dissatisfied grunt deep in his throat. It sounded more like some kind of dangerous carnivorous beast.

"Bastard." He sneered.

"It's Slaughter."

On the other side, the crimson symbiotic body tenaciously recovered from the state of being almost torn in half, "I've said it several times."

However, Venom repeated viciously and provocatively, "BASTARD."

Slaughter was silent with a blank expression.

The aura he exuded was definitely not friendly. Although you didn't know the reason, Venom was obviously here to save you. You nervously said to the ally next to you who suddenly came online, "Are you going to fight him?"

He smirked sinisterly, glanced at you and said, "Yes."

"Excuse me," you quickly whispered to him, "Have you seen Eddy?

Eddie Brock, dark short hair, about six feet tall, likes to wear sweaters. "You said seriously," My boyfriend, according to Slaughter … Bastard said that he broke both of his arms. "

Venom stared at you for a while, and suddenly laughed in his pleasant voice under your nervous gaze. This voice suddenly gave you an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if you had heard it somewhere before.

He put you down on the tall container under your feet, squatted down and leaned close to your ear.

"Oh … our

Girl, "he chuckled," you

will