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The One Than Venom Didn't Eat... - (M/M) - [CHAPTER 1] - 04/06
The One Than Venom Didn't Eat... - (M/M) - [CHAPTER 1] - 04/06
Hello everyone, I present to you a new story that I hope you will like. I reassure you all right away it is much less ambitious than SCAP and will therefore be shorter, I will write this one from time to time to take my mind off my main project which requires a lot of work, I hope you will like it.
Last edited by Ryankage 19 hours ago, edited 3 times in total.
Chapter 1: I don't believe the rumors...
I was wandering alone, lost in this city where no one looks at each other, no one listens to each other, and no one understands each other. Everyone is drowning in their problems, their anxieties, and their goals. Reaching out to a lost 19-year-old isn't possible in this world. And anyway, I don't expect anything from anyone anymore.
I've been surviving on the streets for three days. I got kicked out of high school because my dad couldn't pay anymore. Yes, I know, I was still going to high school at 19. It was my social worker who forced me to re-enroll. She said I was a smart kid... More bullshit to get rid of a file as quickly as possible. I've always been bad at school, and my athletic performance, even worse than the girls', wasn't going to make me like this prison called school.
As you can see, I'm a thin, fragile young man. Well, I say man, but I've never really been considered masculine. Other guys made fun of me, and girls would make fun of me. I've never had any friends; I've always been alone...
I, Dylan, sleep in an old abandoned shed in an old industrial district, my stomach beginning to twist with pain from hunger. I then rummage through the trash cans of a grocery store. It's dark. But unfortunately, there's no edible food, just piles of old newspapers. "Why do we keep printing this stuff…" the young man wondered. Strangely, the cover of one of them intrigued him. "The black slime that eats children!" was written in huge letters. He had heard about it, about a black slime monster that attacks people in the middle of the night, but he never believed any of the rumors.
Suddenly, Dylan heard footsteps behind him. He immediately turned around and saw five guys a little older than him. "So, bum, let's go through the trash..." one of them said.
All five of them were very muscular. Dylan knew who they were: a gang pretending to be hunting the black monster, but actually assaulting people just for fun.
I didn't even have time to think or say anything before one of them punched me hard in the stomach, immediately knocking me to the ground where the barrage of blows began without interruption. My vision quickly became blurred, but my ears clearly heard the "Dirty tramp!" and other insults.
And then, as my consciousness began to fade, I heard strange noises, like footsteps. But the sound was nothing like the usual squelching of shoes. No, it was slimier, more gooey. Like chewing gum or throwing mashed potatoes on the floor.
The 5 guys stopped hitting me and slowly turned around.
But in less than a second, screams and the sounds of bodies being torn apart entered my eardrums.
"It's him... the black monster that devours humans!" I said to myself.
Convinced that my end had come, I closed my eyes, gasping for breath, certain that the monster was coming for me.
And then suddenly, I felt something wrap itself around my torso, pinning my arms to my sides. Then I was lifted off the ground with a strange gentleness. Surprised, I opened my eyes again, seeing that what had grabbed me was some kind of black tentacle. Then, looking up a little higher, I saw it.
The black monster was there, ready to eat me. It had enormous white eyes and sharp teeth, but oddly enough, it had a face that looked almost human. I reflexively wanted to scream, but the monster covered my mouth before I could even open it. It was covered in the monster's strange black goo. It moved across the lower part of my face, forming the equivalent of a piece of tape. Its goal was clearly to silence me.
"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!" I then started to scream as the last word muffled in my gag. But strangely enough, the monster still hadn't devoured me...
I was completely lost. I didn't understand anything anymore when suddenly, a deep, powerful, and terrifying voice appeared in my head and said: "We have found you... You are ours..."
The monster then shot out another tentacle from its back, knocking me out with a single, swift, sharp blow. Plunging me into darkness and total obscurity...
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Dylan's consciousness was slowly returning to him, the sound of two male voices entering his ears as he slowly opened his eyes, despite his vision still blurry. Dylan quickly noticed that he was tied up with several ropes, fists crossed behind his back, his ankles and calves pressed against each other, as well as another rope around his waist.
The young man then tried to move his tongue inside his mouth. But it was impossible because a cloth had been stuffed inside and then covered with gray tape blocking his lips. Dylan realized he was completely bound and gagged, until his vision finally became clear again.
The young man was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall of a rather small and untidy living room. Several old beer cans could be seen lying on the coffee table, which was placed just in front of an old, second-hand sofa. There was also a 15-year-old plasma TV that was turned on but had the sound muted, as well as a small kitchen area with two refrigerators and a plastic garden table, accompanied by its timeless white chairs.
But that wasn't what Dylan was really paying attention to. Right in front of him was a muscular man between 35 and 40 years old, blond with a badly cut beard, wearing a hoodie and dirty sweatpants.
But what terrified the young man was the black creature with which the muscular man seemed to be fighting. It was undoubtedly the monster that had attacked him, but strangely this one was smaller, less muscular, and a little less terrifying.
Panic began to rise in Dylan, who began to tremble slightly and make noises through his tense gag as the muscular blond man and the monster continued their argument.
"I said NO!" (Man)
"We're keeping him... he's ours now! I saw it in his eyes! He wanted to scream for help!" (Monster)
"Of course he was scared, you moron! Did you see the look on your face! He's a fucking kid! A kid! You can't just bring him back here like an abandoned cat!" (Man)
"He's special..." (Monster)
"What…" (Man)
"Mmpphh…" (Dylan)
The blond man turned around at the sound of Dylan gagging. Looking him in the eyes. And the muscular man immediately understood how terrified Dylan was…
He then slowly approached the hostage and got down to his level before saying in a calm and reassuring voice: "Listen little one... I'm sorry, ok. He forced me to capture you, you understand... I'm going to remove the tape but you don't scream, ok?"
"Mmpphh…" Dylan nodded, and the muscular man gently removed the gray tape and then removed the white cloth from the young man's mouth.
But no sooner could he speak again than Dylan started screaming, "Help! Help me!"
"Holy shit!" the man shouted in turn before shoving the cloth back into Dylan's mouth, who resisted pathetically, struggling in every direction despite the ropes. Unfortunately for him, his shrimp strength had no chance against the mountain of muscle of his kidnapper, who had no difficulty in putting the cloth back in place in a few seconds.
Then the black monster threw a roll of gray tape at him, and Dylan, who continued to wrestle, quickly found himself with the lower part of his face wrapped in eight turns of tape, making this new gag even stronger than the previous one. "Mmmpphh Mmmpphhh!" Dylan continued to shout.
The man then lifted the young man as if he weighed nothing, placed him on his shoulder and walked down the hall to the bathroom where he threw Dylan into the bathtub.
"Mmmpphh Mmmpphhh!" (Dylan)
"You're going to stay here until you're calm!" (Man)
"Mmmpphh Mmmpphhh!" (Dylan)
The muscular blond man slammed the door and returned to the living room to face the creature again.
"Fuck ! Venom... what's gotten into you?" (Eddie)
"I'm telling you... he's special... We have to keep him, watch him..." (Venom)
"Damn... I already know you're going to make me keep him here, don't you." (Eddie)
"Yes. It's for our own good, Eddie, trust me. He's just like us..." (Venom)
Eddy then took a beer out of the fridge and drank it quietly, just side tit the bathroom door where Dylan continued to moo and struggle against the ropes. Then, after about 10 minutes, the young man's muffled screams finally stopped.
"He must be exhausted..." Venom said to himself.
"That was the goal, moron…" Eddie replied dryly, surprised by the alien's henpecked behavior.
Slowly he opens the door to find Dylan still in the tub but this time completely silent. Eddie moved closer to the boy, began to speak, and said in a soothing and gentle tone of voice, "All right, kid? Aren't you going to scream anymore?"
"Mmpphh Mmpphh…" Dylan nodded.
The muscular man then tore the tape and removed it very delicately. It wasn't something he would normally do. But oddly enough, he felt the kid deserved a little gentleness.
"What… What do you want? Why did you kidnap me?" (Dylan)
"I'm sorry kid... it was the barbecue sauce in the hallway that force me..." (Eddie)
"HI HI HI… " (Venom)
"I...I don't understand." (Dylan)
"Let's start at the beginning. I'm Eddie, and the pile of tar looking at us is Venom, an alien who lives in my body. what's your name?" (Eddie)
"Dylan, I'm 19." (Dylan)
"19... Fuck... And what were you doing out on the street at this hour?" (Eddie)
"I... I was going to go home where I sleep..."(Dylan)
"In the old slaughterhouse?" (Eddie)
"Yeah... I got kicked out of boarding school and my dad told me to figure it out on my own, so..."(Dylan)
"I see... Well, listen, it's late, so I'm not going to throw you out, you're going to stay here tonight." (Eddie)
"Thanks..." Eddie untied Dylan and helped him out of the tub, then sat him down on a chair in front of the white plastic table.
"You must be starving, right?" (Eddie)
Eddie then took out some industrial lasagna from the fridge to heat in the microwave.
"Thank you…" Dylan said quietly.
"Huh... Did you say something?" (Eddie)
"No, nothing…" (Dylan)
Eddie watched a game quietly sitting on the old couch, while the 19-year-old ate him silently under Venom's gaze, his back against the wall with his arms crossed.
"Good… Eat all kiddo... I need than you to be in shape..." he said to himself, as Dylan joined Eddie on the couch just after he finish. Exhausted by this improbable day, it didn't take long for the boy to collapse from exhaustion. His head fell on Eddie's shoulder, who sighed before turning his gaze towards Venom.
"Hee hee...look at you, you've already adopting him..." (Venom)
"Shut your fuck up... this story is going to get us into even more shit, I'm sure of it." (Eddie)
"Yeah, probably... But it'll be worth it, trust me..." (Venom)
"Pfff…" (Eddie)
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To be continued.
I was wandering alone, lost in this city where no one looks at each other, no one listens to each other, and no one understands each other. Everyone is drowning in their problems, their anxieties, and their goals. Reaching out to a lost 19-year-old isn't possible in this world. And anyway, I don't expect anything from anyone anymore.
I've been surviving on the streets for three days. I got kicked out of high school because my dad couldn't pay anymore. Yes, I know, I was still going to high school at 19. It was my social worker who forced me to re-enroll. She said I was a smart kid... More bullshit to get rid of a file as quickly as possible. I've always been bad at school, and my athletic performance, even worse than the girls', wasn't going to make me like this prison called school.
As you can see, I'm a thin, fragile young man. Well, I say man, but I've never really been considered masculine. Other guys made fun of me, and girls would make fun of me. I've never had any friends; I've always been alone...
I, Dylan, sleep in an old abandoned shed in an old industrial district, my stomach beginning to twist with pain from hunger. I then rummage through the trash cans of a grocery store. It's dark. But unfortunately, there's no edible food, just piles of old newspapers. "Why do we keep printing this stuff…" the young man wondered. Strangely, the cover of one of them intrigued him. "The black slime that eats children!" was written in huge letters. He had heard about it, about a black slime monster that attacks people in the middle of the night, but he never believed any of the rumors.
Suddenly, Dylan heard footsteps behind him. He immediately turned around and saw five guys a little older than him. "So, bum, let's go through the trash..." one of them said.
All five of them were very muscular. Dylan knew who they were: a gang pretending to be hunting the black monster, but actually assaulting people just for fun.
I didn't even have time to think or say anything before one of them punched me hard in the stomach, immediately knocking me to the ground where the barrage of blows began without interruption. My vision quickly became blurred, but my ears clearly heard the "Dirty tramp!" and other insults.
And then, as my consciousness began to fade, I heard strange noises, like footsteps. But the sound was nothing like the usual squelching of shoes. No, it was slimier, more gooey. Like chewing gum or throwing mashed potatoes on the floor.
The 5 guys stopped hitting me and slowly turned around.
But in less than a second, screams and the sounds of bodies being torn apart entered my eardrums.
"It's him... the black monster that devours humans!" I said to myself.
Convinced that my end had come, I closed my eyes, gasping for breath, certain that the monster was coming for me.
And then suddenly, I felt something wrap itself around my torso, pinning my arms to my sides. Then I was lifted off the ground with a strange gentleness. Surprised, I opened my eyes again, seeing that what had grabbed me was some kind of black tentacle. Then, looking up a little higher, I saw it.
The black monster was there, ready to eat me. It had enormous white eyes and sharp teeth, but oddly enough, it had a face that looked almost human. I reflexively wanted to scream, but the monster covered my mouth before I could even open it. It was covered in the monster's strange black goo. It moved across the lower part of my face, forming the equivalent of a piece of tape. Its goal was clearly to silence me.
"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!" I then started to scream as the last word muffled in my gag. But strangely enough, the monster still hadn't devoured me...
I was completely lost. I didn't understand anything anymore when suddenly, a deep, powerful, and terrifying voice appeared in my head and said: "We have found you... You are ours..."
The monster then shot out another tentacle from its back, knocking me out with a single, swift, sharp blow. Plunging me into darkness and total obscurity...
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Dylan's consciousness was slowly returning to him, the sound of two male voices entering his ears as he slowly opened his eyes, despite his vision still blurry. Dylan quickly noticed that he was tied up with several ropes, fists crossed behind his back, his ankles and calves pressed against each other, as well as another rope around his waist.
The young man then tried to move his tongue inside his mouth. But it was impossible because a cloth had been stuffed inside and then covered with gray tape blocking his lips. Dylan realized he was completely bound and gagged, until his vision finally became clear again.
The young man was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall of a rather small and untidy living room. Several old beer cans could be seen lying on the coffee table, which was placed just in front of an old, second-hand sofa. There was also a 15-year-old plasma TV that was turned on but had the sound muted, as well as a small kitchen area with two refrigerators and a plastic garden table, accompanied by its timeless white chairs.
But that wasn't what Dylan was really paying attention to. Right in front of him was a muscular man between 35 and 40 years old, blond with a badly cut beard, wearing a hoodie and dirty sweatpants.
But what terrified the young man was the black creature with which the muscular man seemed to be fighting. It was undoubtedly the monster that had attacked him, but strangely this one was smaller, less muscular, and a little less terrifying.
Panic began to rise in Dylan, who began to tremble slightly and make noises through his tense gag as the muscular blond man and the monster continued their argument.
"I said NO!" (Man)
"We're keeping him... he's ours now! I saw it in his eyes! He wanted to scream for help!" (Monster)
"Of course he was scared, you moron! Did you see the look on your face! He's a fucking kid! A kid! You can't just bring him back here like an abandoned cat!" (Man)
"He's special..." (Monster)
"What…" (Man)
"Mmpphh…" (Dylan)
The blond man turned around at the sound of Dylan gagging. Looking him in the eyes. And the muscular man immediately understood how terrified Dylan was…
He then slowly approached the hostage and got down to his level before saying in a calm and reassuring voice: "Listen little one... I'm sorry, ok. He forced me to capture you, you understand... I'm going to remove the tape but you don't scream, ok?"
"Mmpphh…" Dylan nodded, and the muscular man gently removed the gray tape and then removed the white cloth from the young man's mouth.
But no sooner could he speak again than Dylan started screaming, "Help! Help me!"
"Holy shit!" the man shouted in turn before shoving the cloth back into Dylan's mouth, who resisted pathetically, struggling in every direction despite the ropes. Unfortunately for him, his shrimp strength had no chance against the mountain of muscle of his kidnapper, who had no difficulty in putting the cloth back in place in a few seconds.
Then the black monster threw a roll of gray tape at him, and Dylan, who continued to wrestle, quickly found himself with the lower part of his face wrapped in eight turns of tape, making this new gag even stronger than the previous one. "Mmmpphh Mmmpphhh!" Dylan continued to shout.
The man then lifted the young man as if he weighed nothing, placed him on his shoulder and walked down the hall to the bathroom where he threw Dylan into the bathtub.
"Mmmpphh Mmmpphhh!" (Dylan)
"You're going to stay here until you're calm!" (Man)
"Mmmpphh Mmmpphhh!" (Dylan)
The muscular blond man slammed the door and returned to the living room to face the creature again.
"Fuck ! Venom... what's gotten into you?" (Eddie)
"I'm telling you... he's special... We have to keep him, watch him..." (Venom)
"Damn... I already know you're going to make me keep him here, don't you." (Eddie)
"Yes. It's for our own good, Eddie, trust me. He's just like us..." (Venom)
Eddy then took a beer out of the fridge and drank it quietly, just side tit the bathroom door where Dylan continued to moo and struggle against the ropes. Then, after about 10 minutes, the young man's muffled screams finally stopped.
"He must be exhausted..." Venom said to himself.
"That was the goal, moron…" Eddie replied dryly, surprised by the alien's henpecked behavior.
Slowly he opens the door to find Dylan still in the tub but this time completely silent. Eddie moved closer to the boy, began to speak, and said in a soothing and gentle tone of voice, "All right, kid? Aren't you going to scream anymore?"
"Mmpphh Mmpphh…" Dylan nodded.
The muscular man then tore the tape and removed it very delicately. It wasn't something he would normally do. But oddly enough, he felt the kid deserved a little gentleness.
"What… What do you want? Why did you kidnap me?" (Dylan)
"I'm sorry kid... it was the barbecue sauce in the hallway that force me..." (Eddie)
"HI HI HI… " (Venom)
"I...I don't understand." (Dylan)
"Let's start at the beginning. I'm Eddie, and the pile of tar looking at us is Venom, an alien who lives in my body. what's your name?" (Eddie)
"Dylan, I'm 19." (Dylan)
"19... Fuck... And what were you doing out on the street at this hour?" (Eddie)
"I... I was going to go home where I sleep..."(Dylan)
"In the old slaughterhouse?" (Eddie)
"Yeah... I got kicked out of boarding school and my dad told me to figure it out on my own, so..."(Dylan)
"I see... Well, listen, it's late, so I'm not going to throw you out, you're going to stay here tonight." (Eddie)
"Thanks..." Eddie untied Dylan and helped him out of the tub, then sat him down on a chair in front of the white plastic table.
"You must be starving, right?" (Eddie)
Eddie then took out some industrial lasagna from the fridge to heat in the microwave.
"Thank you…" Dylan said quietly.
"Huh... Did you say something?" (Eddie)
"No, nothing…" (Dylan)
Eddie watched a game quietly sitting on the old couch, while the 19-year-old ate him silently under Venom's gaze, his back against the wall with his arms crossed.
"Good… Eat all kiddo... I need than you to be in shape..." he said to himself, as Dylan joined Eddie on the couch just after he finish. Exhausted by this improbable day, it didn't take long for the boy to collapse from exhaustion. His head fell on Eddie's shoulder, who sighed before turning his gaze towards Venom.
"Hee hee...look at you, you've already adopting him..." (Venom)
"Shut your fuck up... this story is going to get us into even more shit, I'm sure of it." (Eddie)
"Yeah, probably... But it'll be worth it, trust me..." (Venom)
"Pfff…" (Eddie)
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To be continued.
Great beginning, I have a feeling that a new life and fantastic adventure is opening up for Dylan and that revenge will be sweet 
Poor Venom, I always feel sorry for Ink Blobs 
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Poor Venom, I always feel sorry for Ink Blobs 
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To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME 
Thanks for your comment, but I'm not sure Dylan is going to have a "beautiful story" with these two. bit probably more like a weird story.WhereAmI wrote: 2 days ago Great beginning, I have a feeling that a new life and fantastic adventure is opening up for Dylan and that revenge will be sweet