The day the canon broke.

There was so much screaming, these horrible mind-numbing shrieks that pierced through the air sharper than any blade, so excruciatingly painful and loud that she almost wanted to call this whole thing off. However, almost was a rather tempting word, because through all of the noise that attempted to drown her in the abyss of devastation, through the howling of the skies, the cries of the children and the screeching of tires...there was divine blood in her mouth, salvation and sweet retribution...and it would be such a shame for it all to go to waste staining her very sharp teeth.

And just as that beautiful thought flirted with her morality, something suddenly clawed it's way up at her spine quickly, curling around dreadful bone and drifting up until her very brain seemed to pulse with some kind of hateful current...and the shivering Eleanor ripe for anarchy was swift to twist her head to the side with something smug curling at the corners of her lips, dancing away from that thwart of web fluid that missed her by nothing more than a mere inch. Instead, it flew harmlessly overhead, sticking to the side of the building that had crumbled around them like ruins.

Honestly, once again, she almost, almost, felt sorry for the arachnid bastard, because that whole move had just been utterly pathetic, and not the good kind in which it was a little bit sexy. No, it wasn't hot in the slightest, it was just kind of sad, like when you see an old person eating by themselves and imagine a whole scenario of dying widows and love preserving through grief, until you, yourself, are crying into your tacos and looking like an absolute fool.

"Come on, Petey. Haven't we played this game long enough? Huh? I'm sure there's a cat stuck in some tree somewhere with your name right on it." She cackled hysterically, feeling it bubble from her gut, from the pit of her hungry stomach that had never been full or sated, before she was spinning upon her heel with her dark eyes wild and practically psychotic, shifting from place to place with a frantic energy, remnants of some feral animal hunting for a scent, searching through the wreckage, through the dirt and rubble and fresh crimson sin. Now, seriously, weren't they both far too old to be playing hide and seek?

But of course, there was no answer, only a bubbling silence full of festering tension that lingered around her like a mocking ghost as she tutted mockingly, licking with a tongue that most definitely wasn't hers at the rapidly healing cut just above her brow that graced her flesh like a kiss. She was the shape he'd made her, the monster he'd created through his suffocating love that tasted of rot and death and bitter glory...and now, here he hid away from her, waiting in the shadows, coming all this way to destroy her once more in the remnants of a construction site.

"Itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water sprout, down came the rain to wash the spider out. Out came the sun that dried up all the rain...but the itsy bitsy spider, found itself without it's brain." She sang ever so slowly, as she walked herself around in boring circles, dragging her fingers across the ground until it began to tear and crumble at the pressure clawing its way through it...only they weren't technically her fingers, no, no these were far too long and sharp, digging into the earth below like blades as something, someone, wound tight around her arm, as red as sin, shifting and moving across her flesh as if it were their own.

"Well that was absolutely terrifying. And that's not even how that lullaby goes and you know it, bad symbiote, bad."

Eleanor snapped to the side swiftly, neck twisting and twisting and twisting until it had turned around in a complete circle, bones snapping and crunching under what had once been fragile flesh in a grotesque symphony of horror, all so her glistening eyes could zero in on her delicious prey who was looking very digusted indeed at the terrifying display they'd put on, all for him, just as they always did. Now, if you couldn't already tell, she was having somewhat of a bad day, scratch that, she was having a fucking awful day considering she'd just come back from her father's funeral.

In other words, she had been in no mood to play Spiderman's fucking games today, not after that. Well...she hadn't been, but now, it seemed that all she wanted to do was to hear was his agonising screams as she grinned up at Peter Parker with stuck in their dreaful sights. "I'M GONNA' TEAR YOUR THROAT OUT, MAN-SPIDER!"

And then, she was throwing her arm upwards in a wide arch, and those bloodied talons of hers untangled from her skin and sliced through the air, soaring straight for Spidermans stupid head. He dodged it though, of course he did, she wasn't suprised in the slightest...but what it did do, was give her time for something else to take the reigns, glaring up at her ruin and creation while she seemed to just grow and grow and grow, when her body was replaced by something far too hot and hateful as it possessed her completely...and where Eleanor Brooks once stood, the symbiote CARNAGE had taken her place as it shrieked out into the night with a vengeance.

And when Spiderman leapt from his perch, swinging webs and weaving past the symbiotes monstrous skin that had become but a weapon in an attempt to dislodge him, the two fell into their familar dance, their own kind of symphony, an orchestra of throwing punches, biting and clawing at one another, tossing insults and aggressions at one another with their words nothing more than venemous banter disguised as cruelty.

CARNAGE let out another scream after web fluid got stuck in his eye, slamming his fist to the ground as cracks appeared upon the surface before lunging at his colourful foe, teeth bared and dripping with drool only for the quick bastard to slip through his grasp, kicking him in the back of the head to add insult to injury as he landed behind the alien with an aura of smug that they could practically taste...obviously not expecting for a thick strand of red mass shaped uncannily like a thorned stem of a rose to unleash itself from the symbiote's back, wrapping around the masked boys neck and then pinning him into the floor as he gasped dramatically. "Hey, at least take me out on a date first-"

"I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A NEW ASSHOLE, MOTHERFUCKER!"

"Okay, once again, that's at least a third date activity, just ask Eleanor, she- ow!"

"KEEP MY HOSTS NAME OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!"

"Will Smith? Is that you? Oh my god, I'm such a huge fan! Get my foot out of your mouth, you freak-"

Honestly, it was rather difficult to tell just who was, in fact, winning this fight. They were intertwined in an intimate bout of violence; constantly moving and screaming at one another, the ground rumbling beneath the far too large symbiote that had a taste for vengeance and a delectable hunger that could never be sated, and perhaps why he finally was given the upperhand in their little battle, as he planted a giant foot into the hero's chest, and absolutely launched the little bastard far, far, far away from him, grinning darkly at the sickening crack soon that came from the rubble surrounding them.

"IS THAT ALL? IS THAT FUCKING ALL, TASTY LITTLE MAN-SPIDER?! BOO YOU WHORE!"

Those giggles that had coated every word turned into a full out cackle as CARNAGE finally slipped away beneath his hosts prison of flesh once more, her shoulders hunched in on her mortal corpse, unsteady on her cursed feet and trembling and drooling. You know, some people described madness as a slippery slope, a fall, a fraying rope holding you onto sanity, away from the abyss that would drown you. But, if Eleanor had truly fallen into madness like the world seemed to believe she had, then let it be known, it was less of a slip and more of a fucking nose dive. "God, how pathetic are you, Parker? That you still can't beat us, even at my worst."

And she just kept on laughing, she couldn't stop laughing, it was bubbling from her gut and scratching at the walls of her throat like a beast, like a sickness that had spread through every callous word and through every revolting death that maimed her, glancing over to the pile of rubble that red and blue had become intimate with, dissapearing from her sights with the scent of blood still consuming the air with sin. And she was still laughing, why the fuck was she still laughing? "What? You've got nothing to say? No little quip you want to throw at us? Come on, don't be a spoilsport! Give me something!"

But there was just silence, a ominous quiet, a hush amongst the metathorial crowd that was all so boring and predictable. They had played this little game for so long, three entire years, the whole battle of good vs evil that the tabloids loved to gobble up with their greedy mouths and ungoly fingers, she had played her fucking part, paid her dues and bled for salvation because that's what villains do...he'd get up just like he always did, he'd land a hit when she was least expecting it, and the whole world would applaud for the boy standing alone in a graveyard of his own longing, while she would fade to nothingness once more.

"DID SOMEONE HIT HIM WITH THE STUPID STICK?! WHERE IS THAT LITTLE FUCKER! I WANT TO WATCH HIM BLEED!"

CARNAGE was snarling, voice thick with vile contempt that burned right through her hatred, propelling her forwards through the ruins of the wreckage around them as she moved around on convulsing legs, hearing the ground crunch beneath her foot, but far too focused upon that taste of copper and rust that festered as she waited for the inevitable comeback from the underdog that just kept swinging and swinging and swinging. "If you try and jump out at me, I'm not going to like it. And if you do, I'll just let you know who eat a fucking school bus, you hear me? Screaming children and all."

"Ellie-"

And yet, the moment she heard that dreaded nickname, the second she heard that nauseating wet whisper and felt its teeth burying in her suffering flesh like an abandoned dog refusing to be let go, Eleanor was hitting the ground running towards that noise, where the wall had crumbled down upon him. No longer a villian, a monster, damnation made up of skin and hatred, but a girl blinded by obsession that would still risk everything for a boy who could not let her go even in death, even if he'd tried. Because there is a saying that goes that the dead only return for love or for vengeance...and now, which one do you really think she came back for?

Thick tendrils of red, red, red slipping from her body, yanking away debris with a desperation, curling around brick and glass and throwing it away as it shouldered the burden of the wreckage hiding their darling enemy, as their host fell upon bended knee and clawed at stone and dirt, as the scent of blood, blood, blood grew so much fucking stronger until she was practically choking on it. And then, finally, there was a blissful flash of blue as CARNAGE removed their last hurdle, swallowing down the beam that lay across Spiderman's lap that had pinned him to the floor and obscured him from view.

But in the end, Eleanor really wished the symbiote hadn't of even bothered...maybe then she would of been spared from the nightmares that haunted her still.

Three hacked and broken off pieces of pipe were sticking out from his chest in a grotesque mockery of the movie Alien, impaling to the very root, clumps of him just- just hanging out of the thin holes, splattering wetly across the ground in clumps, and she could fucking hear the scraping of bone against the metal that was inside of him, the heaving gasp that fell through his bloodied lips that mouthed her name over and over again like a prayer. There was so much blood, there was too much blood, dripping and squelching and building around him like an alter, like a shrine- and why was she just sitting there watching it?!

"Shit, no, no shit, shit, shit!" She swore and swore some more, every word a hysterical hiss, hardly able to hear that frenzied delusion as she crawled closer, trembling hands constantly moving and hovering but not knowing what to fucking do or where to touch that wouldn't make things so much worse. But she could barely even think, could barely even breath, still only focused on the blood that just kept coming, flowing like liquid mortality that was staining the floor, so thick and heavy in the suffocating air that she could swallow it...and it had never tasted so bitter than when it all became so painstakingly real when she realised that he wasn't getting up from this, that he wasn't even trying.

"CARNAGE, you have to do something, you have to...just- take him instead okay? Let me go, let me go and take him, possess him, do whatever it was that you did to me, we have to- please just save him- fucking do something you parasite!" Eleanor screamed, voice cracking and as hoarse as rolling thunder, ignoring sanity, and ignoring Parker as he murmured her name once more...because this was not how the story was meant to fucking go, this wasn't right, if it was anyone out of their fucked up situation that was supposed to fucking die it was her...again. It was never supposed to be the hero, it was never supposed to be him.

"Please!"

But there was nothing from the symbiote that had made its home inside of her still rotting corpse that he held together through red string, no answer, no comfort, and no empty truths or sweet lies. All there was, and soon, all there would be, was his host howling into the dawning night, begging some mocking god for some kind of salvation or mercy but just getting more torment shoved down her throat, again and again and again because she didn't know any better, and yet here she was, still pleading and praying, because she refused to let it end like this, vengeance be damned, she couldn't just watch Spiderman die, and she wouldn't watch her Peter leave her once more.

"Hey, Ellie- do you, do you think- out there- there's a universe where we made it? You and me?"

He was choking on the words he spat out through clenched and crimson-stained teeth, letting it bubble up and coughing it out until she could feel the warm splatters against her cheek, a phantom kiss that burned with the force of the sun as she bit her lip, trying desperately to swallow the heaving sob that wanted to burst from her chest. Because what the hell was she meant to say to him? To that awful question that just hurt? This delusional fantasy that had bleed out of him through blood loss as he stared hopelessly into the dark, as if the answers laid there just for him...

The wind was HOWling, the skies a haunting shroud of grey that loomed like a spector overhead, and the grass that surrounded the grave that he stood by was as dead as the sated corpses buried deep, intimate with death as he so dearly wished he could be. _GLITching! roses held in trembling, weathered palms; scarred with ruin and cradling !_ memORIES!--_, tears streaming from ocean eyes that were as restless as the sea. His knees giving out, Peter Parker falling upon his worship, screaming into his hands, and the gravestone of Edwina Broccs crumbled around him.

Shouting and yelling, their voices becoming ONE!@!, all agonising rage and torment that bit at fragile fresh that had once been home to longing and understanding, now only making room for _DIVine hatred to bloom between the cracks. So cosumed in their desire to hurt, hurt, -HURT-!,
the other like they had been hurt, that neither seen something oh so very hungry lurking in the shadows, squirming around in a pile of dark goop with beady eyes train upon Erika, desperate for a taste and biding it's time until it can sick sharp teeth into willing skin and feasTTT-_FEAST-FFEASTT.

Bloodied corpses drenched in innocence, snapping necks, blades sinking into flesh and kissing the organs it foubd there, praying Peters full of mourning and dead and gone Eleanor's, Eddie's and ER!KA'S!, symbiotes shrieking, the masses screaming as something grows and grows and grows before them, a monster being reborn into filth-FILTH_! and devastation with no desire for purpose only for some kind of retribution, becoming stronger and stronger as their canons collided. And it was the same fucking story, told over and over_-oVER!-over and over agaiN-

"We're not doing this right now, stop fucking talking."

Of course Eleanor didn't have an answer, her trembling hands far too busy pressing against the poles and the frayed meat danging around them, trying desperately to stop the blood pouring out from the open wounds that were beginning to smell. Begging in the deep confines of her mind for CARNAGE do listen to her pleas, to stop that sickly sweet stench of death from drifting ever closer to where they both sat, only to have his silence condemn them both completely. Tears were blurring her vision, an aching heaviness weighing the lids down as she pushed harder, only for Peter to let out a pained gasp as he clutched her fingers in his own.

"Please Ellie- just stop, just stop and-ah, don't leave me here-please. I- I don't want to die alone."

And all at once did it feel like everything froze around them, like the skies had become still, like the world had stopped spinning, like the entire universe was waiting upon bated breath for something she still couldn't name as that dreaded word that she had avoided even thinking about left his lips, die, die, die...because that's what was happening here, wasn't it? This wasn't just some wound, a scar thst would tell a story, no, Spiderman was dying, and it was all her fault. "Shut up, just shut up for once in your life. You're going to be fine. You always get up, you always- I- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, okay? I didn't fucking want this-"

"Then come here- please, just come here. Just let me pretend for a minute...that you're still mine. Just let me pretend that it's okay." Peter whispered, staring up at her just as he always did, smiling shakily though bloodstained teeth but full of adoration and grief. And it was only then that she finally crawled towards him, winding her body around his the best she could, tears streaming down her face as she placed her head against his shoulder, and felt his come to rest against hers with a rasping breath.

But there was a burning sense of injustice and sorrow, clawing through her stomach, her chest, her heart, at the coldness of the battered skin her forehead rested against, at the stuttering of a heartbeat beneath her that grew slower and slower with every hollow breath that hurt. That fucking spider sense of his clinging to life with everything it had, forcing this whole thing out for far too fucking long, and she didn't dare imagine the absolute agony his body was enduring like a Saint with their sinners, because Spiderman could never rest, could never stop until everyone was safe, because that's just what hero's do.

It would of all of been so much easier if she had just hated Peter Parker after everything he'd done, with hatred she knew what to do, hatred was disastrous and unwavering and cruel, drowning her in the abyss of violence where she was but a wretched woman and nothing more, no longer a catalyst or a victim or an unwilling martyr, but simply a monster, a villian...Eleanor wished she hated Peter Parker, because perhaps then, it would of stopped her from what she did next, all for the sake of love...as she leaned in shakily, bloodstained palm holding his neck in a careful grip and gently pressed her lips against his cheek, with her voice full of anguish and promise.

"It's okay, you're okay...you can let go now, Spiderman. Because I'm going to take care of it, I'm going to take care of it all for you...You can rest now." And with one last stuttering breath...the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman swung no more.

DISCLAIMER;
So, am I going to make Miguel a massive hypocrite by having him fall in love with an anomaly? Hell yeah I am. Am I going to make Carnage and Eleanor absolutely rock his shit when he starts throwing hands with a 15-year old that they'd decided to add to their group of little spider siblings??? You're goddamn right I am. Do I have any idea what I'm doing? Absolutely not but I am going to have so much fun with this, I just know it.