The last dart almost hit the small hole in the center. You muttered a few curses before heading back to your table at the bar and sipping your cold beer over a big swig while you analyzed what your next shot at the target would look like. You almost choked on surprise when you saw the only failure in your life who had been avoiding you for the past few months. As soon as he saw you, you turned around trying to hide depending on just lowering your gaze but he was already lying down the leather sleeves of his jacket on the table.
- Brock! what a joy to see you. - You said tilting the glass bottle - How did you find me?
- Time to go home (M/r), we have to talk.
You weren't quite drunk so you were aware of the seriousness in Eddie's tone. But you were too proud to play at being the easy person so in the most mature way you refused, taking one last sip of the glass, leaving a bill on the bar, leaving the place.
- Fuck Eddie, stop following me. I can smell your failure from meters away.
You could swear Eddie had whispered a "we're not going to eat him!" But you weren't sure so you kept walking until Brock got ahead of you, stopping your steps.
- Let me explain it and you will understand why I stayed away for a couple of days ...
- MONTHS, BROCK! MONTHS! - You said raising your tone. - We had it all, we could have it all, But you chose to push me out of your apartment and leave my ass dumped.
- That wasn't me I swear!
- Anyway, why don't you go back to your garbage-place and leave me alone? You may be used to failure but I am not.
- Could you stop insulting me and give me a fucking chance to explain things? Then you can drown all your sorrows and miseries in alcohol and I promise i will not stop you (M/r). But let me speak.
For the first time Eddie had left you speechless. You looked sideways looking for his motorcycle until you found it.
- Fine. But I'll drive that beauty.
- Like old times.
After a considered period of time you went back to Eddie's apartment, it was messier than usual, pizza boxes, bags of chocolate on the floor. You sat on the side of the sofa where there was no spring coming out putting a cushion on your lap.
- And well? Speak.
- A lot of things happened these months, but the short story is that a strange alien that turned out to be a symbiote or something like that has merge into my body and now I live with it inside of me. I know it sounds crazy but..---
You started laughing, throwing the cushion on your lap at Eddie's chest. He looked at you with the face of few friends, you got up shrugging your arms.
- That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, now you conspire with aliens to make your career as a reporter valid and popular? Damn it, Eddie.
- I can prove it. -Eddie took a few steps back stretching his arms, you raised both eyebrows waiting for a result but it only ended with Eddie muttering curses. - Mask!
- Hey, if you wanted to impress me, you don't need to make a fool of yourself. You know I'm that kind of person who can reconcile with just one thing ... - you said mischievously approaching taking Eddie's arms and lowering them. - And that's se..
Before you could finish the word, something emerged from Eddie's back, grabbing you by the waist, throwing you out the window overlooking the alley of the building. Your head was about to hit the ground but the tentacle held you again making the fall just a scare resting your body on the ground.
Eddie leaned out the window finding you in a state of shock. You weren't listening to what seemed to be an argument with himself, you still had the keys of his motorcycle, you run towards it escaping as quickly as possible.
- What the hell did you do? You threw him out the window, you idiot alien! Now you want to show your face -Eddie said annoyed when Venom occupied his body.
