B I G ☻ S M I L E S

The question brought a slow, sick grin to Cletus' face. The little jagged scars on his lips seemed more pronounced with the skin so chapped. His forehead rested against the glass of the cell.

"... what happened... to me..." He repeated those words slowly. A breathy laugh escaped the slightly slack-jawed mouth.

"They gave me a little... - heh - ....little shot..." he whispered against the pane.

notyourcoffeegirl-deactivated20

broken tag

#bigsmilesbigsmiles

M A X I M U M

C A R N A G E

#WHAT IS THIS FROM OH MY GOD

theamazingpeterbenjaminparker

Classic Carnage is Sorta Sexy

by~ judegallagher28

#its me!#sorta???

Peter was on edge; he had been since he’d arrived at the prison. Being here meant facing his split loyalties, every one of his mistakes since he and Cletus had started this twisted relationship. The guard wasn’t the only one wondering why Spider-Man hadn’t brought Carnage in sooner. There had been more then a few speculative articles and sideways glances. No one knew the truth, of course. No one could possibly know or begin to understand the depth of what they had. Even Peter had trouble navigating his way through the tangled maze of excuses and justifications. At the end of the day, Cletus Kasady belonged in a prison cell and by all rights, Spider-Man should have been the one to put him there.

But he hadn’t and standing in front of the cell now he could feel the knot of guilt growing larger in his stomach. Kasady looked so helpless and alone. Peter had steeled himself for this but his conviction fell away as it always did. The excuses started welling up again- He was getting better. I was helping him. He wasn’t killing people anymore, we had an agreement. This is my fault. He was going to stop. I let him down.

He swallowed, trying to force it all back down as he stepped towards the glass.

"Hey."

The small hey was enough to raise the symbiotic head up. White 'eyes' were staring both at Peter and around him, all the while red and black limbs uncurled. A sickening wet sound accompanied the layer of alien slop sliding off his skin and back inside, mixing with his blood.

His eyes were lifeless. Glassy. Not from tears. Never from tears - Cletus had forgotten how to do that a long time ago. This was from something else. Something different.

He stood up, slow and sluggish, and walked to the glass barrier between himself and the most tragic of his victims. His hand pressed to the glass, and he opened his mouth to respond.

The delay was... unsettling.

"....hey." Was that hoarse croaking, wet with phlegm and rough with disuse, really his voice?

#mymindsasunder #torture you want torture you get #huehuehue

mymindsasunder

'Scuse me, sir. Can ya help me out? I, uh.. dropped my keys in the alley. It's real dark, an' with my prosthetics--

[ He taps his leg, the metallic sound responding ]

--s'hard to crawl around.

thwipsandquips

The only one in this room, yes.

Door's that way, then.

#thwipsandquips

thwipsandquips

Calm my—? You’re still a killer.

Please. Like I'm the only person you know that's killed.

#thwipsandquips

techmosamson

bigsmilesbigsmiles started following you

techmosamson

Techmo stayed on high alert, inching himself closer to the window of the electronics store, and took out his sword, scanning the streets for any sign of Carnage, drawing out the katana on his back. He didn’t count on something from above attacking, and only had a moment to notice before he tried to move out of the way. It didn’t hit any skin, but it did hit the sleeve of his jacket. The elf’s cyborg eye scanned the strange goo, but could not identify it. He looked briefly, holding his sword in a defensive position, and this time started scanning the rooftops.

He stayed on the wall of the building, staying in the shadows to remain hidden. Oh, this was fun, and he was good. What fun! It certainly brought a smile to his face! And Cletus Kasady loved smiling!

He crawled closer, timed his attack, and leapt at Techmo from behind, determined to slash him with his talons.

#techmosamson

thwipsandquips

Your point being?

Point bein', calm yer tits. Save yer freakout for when I really cut loose.

#thwipsandquips

- the raft -

"He's right through here," the guard said, walking through the corridors of the maximum security prison. He glanced over his shoulder at the vigilante hero behind him. "I'm surprised you didn't bring him in, Spidey. But he's been asking for you."

He stopped in front of the cell and swiped his card to unlock the door. "There's a glass wall between you, but... heh, he won't be a problem."

Inside the room, there was indeed a wall between them, and true to the guard's word, there was Cletus, curled up and not even looking.

"I'm dying."

"….. No, yer not. Yer not.”

"Or what? You’ll kill me first?"

"... If I have to... I feel sick--"

"I'm dying."

"….. No, yer not. Yer not.”

Peter chuckles humorlessly and looks down at his feet. “You’re gonna laugh. …It’s radiation poisoning. Looks like the thing that’s kept me from dying all this time is also killing me. Funny huh?”

"SHUT UP!!"

"You listen to me, you son of a bitch, you are not allowed to die."

"I'm dying."

"….. No, yer not. Yer not.”

"I’m sorry. There’s nothing anyone can do." And he’s looked, he’s followed every possible lead.

"The fuck is killing you, huh??" He grabbed Peter by the shoulders and shook him. "Nothing kills you, damn it, you're too stubborn!!"