I woke up in my apartment, in bed, and wearing only my underwear. I jumped up with a jerk and looked around frantically, afraid to see... and, in fact, what? But the apartment met me with dead silence. The digital clock read seven minutes to eleven in the morning. Frantically, he began to remember what had happened yesterday. A date with my sister's friend, failed sex, the way home, a cat locked in a trash can, and then… The hair on the back of my neck prickled at the memory. I threw myself into the tub and stared at my new face. It was the same as before — no new scars or blemishes were added. After a thorough examination of the entire body, I was relieved to find nothing.
"Just a dream?", I asked my reflection, but it just stared at me in silence.
This assumption had both its pros and cons. One of the advantages is that in an unconscious state he was able to walk to the apartment and go to bed, and did not wake up somewhere in the alley. The door could only be opened with my key card. Someone I didn't know, which, in theory, could have brought me, the guards would simply not have let me pass without an escort, going in with him. And knowing about the local tendency to protect men, I would definitely have called an ambulance. On the downside — I don't remember anything at all after something fell on me. I checked the date — I'd only been out for a day, so I hadn't been out for a few days. I called the security post, and they confirmed that I came by myself yesterday and looked quite ordinary, just went up to my room in silence. After a little more puzzling over this task, I calmed down a little and went to make a morning exercise. Water gurgled softly from the tap, and the toothpaste tasted like strawberries or strawberries, you couldn't tell. For breakfast, I was thinking of making myself...".
—-Greetings, Carrier.—- I jumped up again from fright, but it's much higher than yesterday, the benefit is that the ceilings here are under three or four meters. Having frozen in one place, with my mouth stained with toothpaste and a toothbrush squeezing in my right hand like a sword handle, I froze in place and hesitantly asked:"Oh my god... What was it just now?"
—Just me, the Carrier. Don't be afraid. I can explain...—.
"Symbiote, right?" - swallowing and wincing, (there was still toothpaste in my mouth) I suggested the most obvious option, after which, on slightly stiff legs, I approached the sink.
—Right—.
"Ha," I burst into a nervous laugh, and my right eye twitched. " And who are you? Venom? Carnage?"
—Not Seniors. No. Brand new. Artificially created. Grown. There is no name. Only the number. They Called It The First.—
Having washed, I looked into the reflection of my eyes, as if hoping to see an alien who had settled in me in their depths.
"So you're created artificially. In some local laboratory?"
—Right—
"And what did they do to you there?" although I already guessed about the answer
—Tortured! Tortured!—- the symbiote replied with some fervor.
—They put experiments. They burned, froze, dripped with acid, cut, pressed, blasted, turned on a loud sound, divided. There are still a lot of things. It always hurts!—.
"Ouch!" screaming, stared at his hands with bewilderment, I didn't notice how I clenched my fists so much that my knuckles turned white, and my nails pierced my skin. I had to quickly wash my palms under water, and then blink puzzledly, because the blood had already stopped. Apparently, at this time the emotions of the symbiote were transmitted to me too.
"And you ran away," I nodded to myself and, turning off the water, went to get dressed, and breakfast had to be cooked. I wanted to eat now more than usual, and thoughts with feelings suddenly calmed down suspiciously quickly.
—Yes. But they helped. Accident. Something happened. Panic. Fire. The white-robed workers couldn't stop.—
"White-robed workers?"
—People in white coats. Tormens.—
"Oooh , scientists"
"Tormens." - the symbiote stubbornly repeated
"So, there was an accident in the laboratory where you were kept, and you ran away under the noise, and then went to the city? Why didn't you connect with someone from the staff? - I asked questions to the alien, while getting eggs, milk, tomato and a couple of sausages with bread from the fridge.
—Bad people. Angry. Tormenters. I didn't want to be in touch with them. I got out to the city right away. Out of the ground.—
"Hmm, place a secret laboratory for the study of aliens underground in the city center. What can go wrong at all? - I sarcastically asked myself. "And how long ago did you run away? How long have you been looking for... um, carrier?"
—A few... hours?— the symbiote somehow stretched out uncertainly. — I was hiding. I Was Hiding. I was looking for a carrier. I met animals - rats, cats, dogs. Bad Carriers. I needed a man.—
"So you just hid and waited for someone to pass by?" - the frying pan warmed up and the sliced sausages were the first to go there.
"No. I set a trap. I caught a cat. I made it a bait. She was making noise. Attracted attention. You came. Became A Carrier."
My shoulder blade almost fell out of my hands.
"So you set it all up on purpose?"
—Yes—
"Ahem," - a coarsely chopped tomato went to the frying pan. A smart and cunning symbiote who harbored a grudge against the people who conducted experiments on him. It's fair, it's worth noting. At the same time, it is still unknown and artificially grown. Eh, well, of course, everything couldn't go well. I couldn't live quietly and peacefully. Apparently, getting into history and trouble is the lot of all transmigrates
.
—It's good that I found such a carrier. There are few men. But physically stronger. More Standy. There is more potential. True, Carrier, you're a little strange.—
"And this is what the amorphous, artificially grown biomass tells me?" - I almost suffocated with indignation
—Double thoughts. Two souls. Two consciousnesses. One fades away.—
"Is it going out? So Peter's soul and consciousness are still somewhere inside me?"
—-Yes. It weakens quickly. Stronger and stronger. There's almost nothing left.—
"Oh", - I could only give it out by pouring eggs whipped with milk. Suddenly it became somehow uncomfortable and disgusting in the soul. This innocent guy is slowly dying somewhere inside me. - "So it turns out, can you read mind? Can you read it? To find out what he feels or... well, I don't know, I wanted to at least know if Peter was in pain. He's anger and hates me or something."
—No. They are weak. Very far away. I can't read yours either. The white-robed people were tormented. It hurt. All the time. Very weak.—
The symbiote fell silent. I was also in no hurry to ask him about anything else, preferring to eat and think calmly and in silence.
"Listen". - bad thoughts came to mind when I was washing the dishes. - "Why do you talk about yourself in the feminine gender? If my memory serves me right, the symbiotes are sexless or..."
—Yes. Sexless. That's what the white-robed people said. I'm used to it. Easier. I can stop.—
"No. It's just a little confused, but if you're really not female, then okay," - I waved it off. Although it was somewhat uncomfortable that a certain entity that lives in me associates itself with a woman. - "Why are you talking so abruptly?"
—Weak,— the First answered succinctly.
— I don't know the language well. I'll have a rest. I'll learn. I'll correct myself.—
"Okay," - I nodded and, sitting on the sofa, began to look out the window, not knowing what to do next. - "And what should we do with you?" - asked a question of interest to me, after quite a long time of silence.
— Leave it. Cooperation. Symbiosis. Let me stay. To live. I'll make it stronger. Faster. More resilient than most people. I've already done it. Regeneration has also increased. I can heal the scar on my face. To build up muscles. Later. You just need to rest. Restore your strength.—
"Hmm," - I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. On the one hand, it's certainly good. A real symbiote, wow! And not these crazy and bloodthirsty Venom with Carnage. Although, who knows what the First one really is. Refuse? I don't think a symbiote will leave me at the first request.
Have abilities! Who hasn't dreamed of it? Of course, it is possible to live in this world, but having strength, you can exist among all these superheroines and supervillains much more calmly. In this case, you can stand up for yourself on the street.
"Okay, let's cooperate," - after these words I felt the joy of the First. - "Can you stick me like a suit? Protect? Make it even stronger?"
—I can. But not now. Weak.—
"And how do you regain your strength?"
— Just relax. A few days. A lot of food. Especially with a high content of phenylethylamine. I'm recovering faster.—
" Fenite..." - I couldn't pronounce this word the first time, - "what?"
—Chemical substance. Effective. White-robed workers gave. It recovered faster. Continued experiments
"And in which products are most of this substance?"
—Chocolate. The human brain. Fresh. The content is the same.—
"W-what?" - A cold ran all over the body.
—Chocolate. Human brains.—- repeated the First.
— But chocolate tastes better —.
"So human brains taste disgusting?" - I grinned. Well, yes, who in their right mind would prefer liver to sweets?
— I didn't say that — the symbiote replied succinctly again, which made me a little scared.
"I think we'll make up with chocolate."
— Yes. Chocolate. Delicious. Don't be afraid of sugar and calories. I'll rework it. You won't get fat.—
"Wow! Eat a lot of chocolate and don't get fat! Any woman will kill for you!" the First one was of some importance. - "Okay, let's go get some chocolate. And I also need to come up with a name for you."
—Yes. Chocolate. Delicious. It will help to recover. Name. I want a name! Like the Elders!—. the symbiote felt joy and excitement
"The last question. Before we go outside, can I talk to you mentally?"
— Yes. But later. I'm weak now. I can't read minds.—
"Mr. Richter,"- again that blonde guard smiled charmingly at me, going to the meeting, - "gain to the big world?" - she asked cheerfully. - "It's nice to see that your depression has finally passed. You didn't leave your apartment for months before."
As I managed to find out, the girl's name was Lisa. Works every three days, two per shifts. Another woman from the security guard was married and didn't really get wedges to me. The others, in my opinion, were a little less attractive than Lisa, but they all built my eyes the same. And in this house, except for me, only two dozen more men lived (the building was relatively new and not all apartments were inhabited). Almost everyone already has several wives. Others are either too old or still children. So it turns out that I am one of the most enviable grooms on all eighty floors.
— This woman is sexually attracted to you.— the voice of a symbiote suddenly sounded in my head, which made me a lot of effort not to jump up again. —The pulse is rapid. Breathing is deep and uneven. The pupil is dilated.—
"Yes," - I nodded nervously, - "I decided to take my mind. I realized that sitting in four walls forever is not an option."
"I'm glad," - the woman nodded, moving from foot to foot, not knowing how to continue the conversation with me.
"See you in the evening, Lisa," - I answered the security guard and walked to the door.
"Have a good day, Mr. Richter, "- I was slightly disappointed.
— Do you want to mate with her? — First asked in surprise. — Strong. Healthy. In an ideal form for procreation. The offspring will be strong.—
"Where did you even get such words and how do you have ideas about the physiology of people, if you were locked in the laboratory all this time?" - I whispered to the symbiote already on the street, and at the same time I felt how I blushed slightly.
— White-roaters.— the symbiote roared. —They either was about new ways of my torment. Or about men. Sex. And the continuation of the genus.—
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I've never liked shopping, and if an alien creature sits in you, which is just crazy about chocolate and comments on almost every woman's look at you, then it turns into torture
— Chocolate with filling inside? Let's take it!—
— Nuts in chocolate? Let's take it!—
—So there are also several types of them?—
— This woman is also sexually attracted to you. I think we can fertilize her in the local toilet room.—
— Seventy. Eighty. Ninety percent cocoa. What's the difference? Let's take everything!—
—Is chocolate white? We're taking it!—
—Chocolate bars? Is it also chocolate? Let's take it!—
—And this woman also wants to mate with you. I think. You can just drain the seed fluid. If we don't have much time. There will still be offspring.—
— Candy? Is it a small chocolate? Let's take it!—.
In this vein, a few hours have passed. The symbiote wanted chocolate. A lot. The symbiote considered himself obliged to offer me sexual intercourse at every hungry look in my direction. And I could tell him to be silent only occasionally. Because, in such a big city as New York, you are almost always surrounded by people, and talking to yourself is a clear sign of schizophrenia. And he was also surprised by a lot and hissed at people in white. So, distracted by the First, I didn't notice how I wandered back to where I shouldn't have. Not to say that the area was too bad, but I didn't have the cleanliness and abundance of policemen like the one I live in. This is what the local residents took advantage of.
"Hey, boy, are you lost?" a pleasant female voice came from behind. I had to turn around
I would like to say that I was called by some local gangsters, but I couldn't. There were three girls and they were all cute. Two blacks and one white. And dressed very defiantly - short shorts and T-shirts
"Boys, especially such cute ones, shouldn't walk around our neighborhood alone. Bad girls can stick to you and not get away," - said one of the blacks with a smile, apparently the main one in this three. - "It's good that we were the first to find you and can protect you," - the girls have already begun to approach me, waving their hips and chasing a step as if they were on the catwalk. I involuntarily looked at all this, which made the three smile even wider. - "We're taking you out of our neighborhood safe and sound," - the girl continued, almost coming to the tight, her two friends came in on both sides of me. - "And in return we'll ask for nothing", - from the vulgar smile and quickly licked lips, it was clear what payment they wanted to get.
— They also have a sexual desire for you. But much stronger. Others. And surrounded. Enemies? Are they enemies? How are the white-coats? — the symbiote voiced.
— Don't be afraid. People. Just. Although I can't go outside. But I've already strengthened it. Stronger. Faster. More resilient than them. It won't be difficult to kill. Too bad. Young. Healthy. It could have been good offspring.—
I didn't feel very pleased. It's too easy for a symbiote to talk about murder.
I stood like I was buried and thought, what should I do. They didn't look like criminals, rather ordinary "bad girls". I doubt they'll just leave me like that, but I didn't want to beat them either. What to do? Apparently, they perceived my silence while thinking in their own way and the leader had already stepped towards me, intending to grab my ass with one hand.
"And here I have to stop you," - a voice came from above.
Together with my "defenders" at the same time looked towards the voice. Spider-Girl was sitting on a lamppost. Seeing her, the girls retreated a step back in indecision.
"You see, the guy is afraid of you"
— Are we afraid? — the symbiote was indignant.
— We are not afraid of anyone! We just don't like white-haired people!—
"Do me a favor - leave, you'll be healthier."
"We didn't do anything!" - the second of the girls, white, gave her voice for the first time. - "Just..."
"You haven't done anything yet and leave," - the superheroine interrupted.
"Remind you of the punishment for coercion of a man?"
"R-r-r" - the leader literally roared and looked at me, then at the Spider-Girl several times,
"Hell with you!" - she shouted and wiped her tear.
"Let's go, girls."
The three hurriedly left, throwing looks full of regret at me, and at Parker of hatred
"Are you okay? They didn't touch you?" - the superheroine gently jumped next to me and straightened up to her full height.
The girl was just below me. The red and blue suit perfectly tightened her, allowing her to see all the charms of the young body. The symbol of the spider is comfortably located just between the breasts of the size of the second.
"Um, yes,"- I nodded uncertainly.
"Thank you"
"Your welcome" the girl nodded quickly with a clearly happy voice. - "You men, need to be protected," - at that moment my right eye twitched slightly, - "but it was stupid to stand so simple. You should have told them firmly that you didn't want to meet them, they would have fallen behind. The punishment for violent coercion is quite severe. A large fine or even a prison sentence" - the girl said this sentence somewhat quickly , she embarrassed to talk about such things? - "Let's go, I'll take you to the street, where it's safe and you can take a taxi"
"Okay"- I said.
While we were walking together (spider-girl was walking next to each other), rare passers-by seeed us off with very surprised and envious looks. Several more groups of "bad girls" met. True, these already really looked like representatives of some gang. I would definitely not be allowed to pass if I was alone.
"How did you manage to enter this area?" - Parker turned her head to me questioningly. -"He's not the most criminal, but he's usually bypassed in a couple of blocks"
"I was just walking, so I wandered, - I lied a little. - "I got a little lost."
"Recently in the city?"
"No, but I had to sit at home for a long time,"
- the Spider Girl just nodded.
"Well," - ten minutes later the superheroine suddenly stopped, which made me almost crash into her. - "Right on this street you will go to one of the central ones. You can catch a taxi within a minute. Be careful, next time the friendly neighbor may not be around," - the girl gigled and was already wanting to release the cobweb and fly away.
"Wait!" - I stopped the girl, and she looked at me puzzledly (probably she was still wearing a mask). - "Hold it, as a sign of gratitude."
Taking off my backpack, I took out the biggest chocolate bar with pieces of berries and handed it to the girl.
—Are you giving her chocolate?— the symbiote was indignant.
— Not this one! It's the biggest! Better give her... No. I feel sorry for this one too. Then! No. And not this one. No-o-o !— while the alien was rushing from one chocolate bar to another, I, not listening to his complaints, put a confectionery in the girl's hands.
"I don't know how long you've been on duty and how much longer you'll be, but I don't see lunch with you. And so at least have a little snack. I would treat you to something more substantial, but I only have chocolate with me."
"Um, thank you... " - the girl squeezed out uncertainly and pressed the chocolate bar to her chest.
"Bye," - he waved goodbye to the superheroine. - "Thanks again for your help."
"Y-Yeah," - the girl raised her hand uncertainly in response. And only after taking thirty steps away, I heard her release a web and rushed on to do good and do justice
—Strong. — began the symbiote.
—Stronger than us. For now. Young. The right choice. Although her sexual attraction to you was the least among all the others. The offspring will be really strong.—
"What other offspring?"
— Your , her —
"And why did you decide so this time?" - I sighed tiredly and irritably. - "And wait"
-"the smallest"? So it was?" - I clapped my eyes. It's one thing to know that ordinary women want you, it's another thing to know that real supergirls.
—Yes. Chocolate. A gift. A sign of attention. Is this how people's marriage games go?—
"Oh," - the palm met the forehead, and I just shook my head. Of all the symbiotes, I got a sweet tooth, obsessed with the continuation of the genus, most likely grown by single unmarried women. I hope it's worth it
Cruel Venom and insanely bloodthirsty Carnage didn't seem to me to be such a bad option anymore.