This is from the King in Black and Venom comic run by Donny Cates. Hilariously, I'm voicing parts of a comic book. I know. But I wanted to.
Eddie Brock Venom Few hours ago. I sent him on a mission to save some of my old friends He wasn't the venom I wanted for the job, but well, he's all we got now Flash Thompson Now there is a venom with some training some strategy and know-how This Brock guy though, he strikes me as someone who tends to fall headlong into his problems And if we're gonna survive what's coming he's gonna need to catch up quick Poor bastard doesn't even know what's out there waiting for him yet Hell last time I talked to him. He didn't even know his own symbiotes name I'm trying to have hope in him.
I am But the hope dies a little as the hours go by Because if he can't handle this mission when the real war begins He's gonna learn real quick if he can bridge strides to the occasion Or fall like the rest now It's been 18 hours since I sent to Eddie Brock on a mission to save my brothers and 10 hours since he last made contact. I Fear the mission and my friends are lost And I begin to question what I have done trusting this man I've never met And know nothing about You that's the heart of all of this though, isn't it? On the inside Who is Eddie Brock? I dig into him.
I find more questions Mother died in childbirth Catholic as hell only child Father was rich But lost it all after Eddie was involved in some sort of accident when he was a kid Kid smart goes to college gets a gig at the Daily Globe writes about murder What's happened to you Eddie Unsolved stuff serial killers that kind of thing Are you so attracted to this stuff? One day he writes the wrong thing about the wrong guy get shit-canned from the paper and then Falls off the face of the earth But blink an eye and now he's a good guy in San Francisco Trying to protect people Why do you care so much for the environment? Care so much for the innocent Maybe that's the real story of Edward Allen Brock the man of a thousand second chances the comeback King Trouble is I know exactly who is Eddie Brock is no one and one of these days them chances are gonna run dry Could be today could be a hundred years from now either which way it don't change the truth He's just another dead man wearing his own coffin shift perspective to Eddie Brock himself I Have fallen many times in my life Fallen so hard.
I thought I would never get up That I had seen the bottom it scratched and clawed my way up from it and into the light again Now I'm falling and there is no bottom I look up and there is only darkness I Can See myself my body my physical form still hanging on to the world above me I Scream at him myself I scream until I feel blood in my throat But there is no one to hear it. I Have been in this place before Swam in it been trapped in it But never never like this Even When null controlled my other and cast me out Or when carnage did to the same to me on the island of bones. I could always feel a connection something's Always sense something Something tethering me to the other side of the abyss that is the hive mind venom my other Dylan they were always there and they were always Stronger when we weren't all What I can't hear you Knows little minions in there almost have you they're taking you down to hell son Now I can get it you out get you free of them, but it's gonna hurt like hell What what is?
This is do-or-die time son All right, no Concentrate damn it What do I do? Stop falling I Don't understand how you're in the hive now son you're part of it But you don't just let them swallow you like that. But first things first How do you stop falling Same way you stop every fall you brace your ass for impact and you land.