Chapter 20
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This story deserves to be available to readers to read, apologies for format if there is problem with the lines and sentences as it was pulled from a PDF.
20. Mutation
- Summary - 10 years after the bite, and he was reunited with the symbiote. He was separated from MJ, but he'd found another woman to lean on. With his newfound strength, he was ruthless; unstoppable even. It was too perfect to last when an old foe crept back, back and better than ever. All was not as it seemed with our hero. He was back in black, but not for long. -SpiderCat/SpiderSable-MA*
OoOoO Symkarian Speech OoOoO*
"Example…" - Normal, Speech said in English with or without a Symkarian accent
" Example… " - Italics, Speech is said in Symkarian
Mutation*
- Walter Hardy\Mutated - Underground Lair - Containment Cell - 12:02AM -
The transformation was complete. Every drop of the Goblin-Cat serum had been injected into his body, and his DNA was overwritten. He was currently barely conscious, though Walter Hardy had probably just become the ugliest, but deadliest feline to exist on earth. That too, infused with Goblin DNA. The beast awoke, it's green eyes roaring without a voice in itself. It was impressive, its eyes were. But it certainly wasn't the only feature, as scientists screamed while its right clawed paw began to tear itself from its locks. The metal strained underneath the pressure, with a slight, screechy noise, as the paw seemed to enlarge in a ball of fur and claw behind the security. Out of the bottom of its spine, the creature had developed a long, thick, black tail, with hairs almost wire-thick. Behind its hair, the molecular structure of his skin had been modified, the transformed DNA causing the durability and density of the skin to harden, each Goblin-Felidae infused strand of DNA in the cell relentless with its changes. The skin was more like armour now, but not nearly as tough. Its natural colouration had
changed, with Hardy's previously human-white skin having become a light, sage-green. Each thick spine of wiry hair popped out from Hardy's skin with its own sense of expression, the hairs creating tufts of fur jutting in erratic directions over the body of the beast. Its hairs were jet-black, and protruded especially from where a human would naturally grow hair; around its head and neck, around the arms, the torso, and the back. The way its unorganised hair grew around its neck and from his head made it seem like an over-grown, crazy mullet. His nose scrunched up as his mouth snarled, showing off its white, lethal, stake-like teeth in its rounded jaw. Its nose took on the colour variant of a sacramento-green. Its ears became triangular-shaped, not much different from a regular feline, and whiskers sprouted from the softly-freckled snout of the cat. Its build seemed to be humanoid, with an enlarged muscular frame, though not too muscular or humanoid that it seemed somewhat like a green-black werewolf; it was still noticeably a bipedal cat. The hot sweat that the human side of the mutated cat-goblin-creature had shed, prior to the complete transformation, had matted within the furs and skin of the cat, leaving the colours of the feline mutation tinted in wet white. The sage-green claws on its paws shone in the lighting, and they were huge and looked about as tough as nail, though as piercing and as dangerous as an arrowhead.
Luckily though, the mutated being was semi-conscious, and did not have enough concentrated strength to completely break through, and on top of that, a scientist with common sense took initiative to deal with the current problem at hand.
"Sedate it! Sedate the subject!" one shouted out, another following his commands.
Task arms seemed to come up out of the ground within the containment cell, syringes tipped on the end. The three arms struck themselves into the mutated Walter Hardy, plunging and burying themselves into his flesh as the creature winced. As the syringes began to excrete the tranquiliser, Hardy faded into a sleep.
The scientists were obviously relieved, with a few sighs and gulps here and there.
"Proceed with the precautions," the lead scientist spoke, his heart still pumping heavily due to the experience.
- Norman Osborn/Symbiote - Underground Lair - 12:07AM -
Osborn had a hand on his chest covering his heart, and for seemingly no reason other than to embrace his true persona, was strapped up in his goblin gear sub the mask, as he painfully and hurriedly came bursting through to the symbiote's laboratory, as sweat rimmed his brows and blood curdled in his throat. His heart pounded with heat, his sickness become more vigorous than it's ever been, with Osborn's veins visible beneath the skin of his face, glowing in a lime-ish colour. His knuckles were still dripping blood within the bandages behind his gauntlets, from his recent mirror-punching, and he kept his hands tight-fisted, though his joints and organs felt weak behind his suit. He screamed in agony, the one scientist working the night shift looking up from his clip-board, halting his work on monitoring Venom.
The symbiote now was in fine health, after eating a farm full of rabbits and a few goats, though the only problem with it was the weaknesses it naturally had; fire and sound. Well, it would be a problem, in a few seconds. It currently sat against the glass, possibly mocking it's captor, taking the form of a hand flipping him the bird as Osborn approached.
"Boss, are you-" the scientist asked, only to be cut-off by the super-villain.
"The cure! Now! The new one!" Osborn yelled aggressively, with a deathly expression on his face, and paining language from his body, giving a slight nod towards the glass.
"I'm sorry, sir!" the terrified scientist replied, dropping his board as he quivered away from Osborn slightly, eyeing up and down the Goblin suit. "It's unstable, Mr. Osborn! We haven't cleansed the DNA from it, yet! There's no guarantee that it will ever stay on, or want to join you in the first place!"
Osborn yelled in fury and pain, his body sweating flames, though it sounded like lunacy: "You're not the only genius around here, doctor! And need I remind you, OSBORN IS DEAD!?"
The scientist stepped back in fear, as Osborn slammed down on his gauntlet with one fist, the result seemingly only shocking the symbiote, nothing seemingly happening to the scientist. They both looked at the glass, for completely different reasons; the scientist in fear and curiosity, but Osborn for success and excitement.
Within seconds, the symbiote began to shriek and scream, its tendrils flailing along with its body, as the alien itself began to randomly expand and split, then reform in cycles.
"Soundwaves too high a frequency for us to hear," Goblin spoke, "Makes this alien cure a nice pet!" he screamed, blood beginning to replace his saliva as he uncontrollably dropped to one knee.
"It won't have any protection!" the scientist yelled in protest, "Mr. Osborn, isn't-"
"It's GOBLIN! THE GREEN GOBLIN!" he yelled, sending his fist into skull of the scientist, completely puncturing his bone. He removed his hand, letting the man crumple to the ground. "AND I AM THE PROTECTION! THAT'S THE POINT OF THE FILTER!" he yelled, blood freely spitting out of his mouth as he spoke.
The sound still activated, Goblin let out a maniac laugh, as the dying villain punched through the glass like a titanium piston, the symbiote instantly attaching onto the gauntlet of Norman's fist and sinking into his pores. The symbiote hated having to temporarily bond with another, but at least he wouldn't die; else there'd be no point in trying to make it back to his host. Plus, Venom can just use him to get close, at best. It could still feel the soundwaves ripping it apart on the outside, though Norman's suit contained a type of soundproof material in which it found a semblance of comfort.
Osborn's laugh continued, as his sickness pulled through, and the man leant over and fell to the ground, conscious but dying. His body was blown up in sweat, and his organs deteriorated. He was going to die, in about two minutes. Venom knew this, and if he died, he'd be of no use to him. He'd have to shed his corpse, and as much as he'd like to, the sound was still activated. He could try to deactivate it himself, but that'd just be a death-
wish. Osborn's laughing halted, and he lay on the ground with uneven breathing patterns, as the alarms began to blare due to broken property. In an attempt to keep its new, temporal host alive, the black slime-like creature began to sink into Osborn's systems and began to paint his body black.
A/N: This is probably the shortest chapter I've written, and I know some of you are probably disappointed. I'd be too - it doesn't seem worth the wait. So, sorry about that. School's out in three weeks for me, so expect more frequent updates in a month or so.*
End of Chapter 20.