Snack Time.
@ubiytsar
The screams of fully grown men turned into shrieks of terror. They locked themselves in with a monster, unbeknownst at first, and now had the misfortune of becoming a meal.
Thirty minutes prior to the screaming, Eddie Brock had entered a small financial establishment in hopes of collecting some kind of currency to get buy on until he found a new job. It was just their luck that he entered the building just before men clad in black attire and face masks made a noisy entrance - pointing guns at civilians and yelling at the poor woman manning the desk.
Now, Venom was enjoying their shrieks as they bit the head off one of the bad guys. The guns that fired had no affect on their form, and they made sure that nothing touched their host. Dropping the headless body, they turned their attention to the gunmen, drool spilling through a toothy grin.
“Who shot at us? If you do not answer we will eat all of you. If you answer, we might let you live.” [Stop playing with your food.] Eddies voice was clear in their head, the comment causing a laugh to hiss through their teeth. Each man pointed at another, dropping their guns altogether. Once the guns were dropped the small number of civilians, including the teller, ran for the door - banging on it in an attempt to get out. Of course they were locked tight, triggered by the attempted robbery. They had no intention of harming the civilians, and thus ignored their panic.
“It seems to me that all of you pulled the trigger on us?” They grabbed the closest cowering man, ripping the mask off their face as they lifted him three feet from the ground. “Then we will have to eat you all.” Their tongue slipped passed their fangs, dragging over the face of the man shaking in their hand - crying, chatting no no, please no.