Difficult Times Always Come To An End. Pt.3
Warnings; This last part will have a lot of gore, methods of torture, etc, etc, etc.
Part 2 can be read here
Enjoy!
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The first thing Y/n heard when she woke up was her own breathing, but even that sounded so far away from her. Then she felt the coldness of the basement, a cool draft that made her shiver. The the stench of blood made her feel sick. Who's blood?
Her eyes opened a crack, her hearing started to clear. One bright light shone into her eyes amongst the darkness. Though a pole casted a shadow, piercing through it's light. Following the pole down, a figure almost parallel to the floor beneath them. Her vision grew more clear, she immediately recognised the figure.
"Marc!" She cried.
Marc was already looking at her but then his gaze lifted to something else. She went to stand only to be grabbed by her hair from behind. "Don't!" Marc yelled.
The hand yanked her head back and a deep voice chuckled close to her left ear. "Good morning, Princess. I happy to see you can at least survive a sleeping draft. Let's see what else you can handle, hm?" Bushman said in a mockingly soft voice. That same voice got her here in the first place. What had he done to Marc? Couldn't Khonshu help him?
Y/n struggled to get him off her but he eventually pinned her to the floor.
He grabbed a hold of her neck, bringing the knife closing to her face. She struggled and kicked, but he stayed out of her line of fire, the blade shining in the moonlight.
He brought it up to her cheek as the last second, slowly dragging the sharp weapon along her soft and delicate skin. She let out cries of helplessness as he laughed. Marc could do nothing but watch. And the though of having to do that brought a few tears down his cheeks.
"Help her, Marc!" Steven cried, he was in distraught watching his love go through even the slightest state of agony. Marc grunted and yelled as he tried to move himself on the pole. If he could get out of this position he was trapped in, Khonshu's healing powers would finally kick in. His throat grew raw with his yells of agony yet Bushman just watched him until he gave up. The crazy murderer smirked then looked down at Y/n.
After dragging his blade back over her skin to collect the spilt blood, he raised the knife to his lips and slowly dragged his tongue along it. He closed his mouth and hummed in approval. "You have good taste, Spector."
Marc shot daggers at him. Bushman smiled, jokingly offering him the knife. "You want a taste?"
Y/n glared at him before kicking him the face while he wasn't looking, grabbing one of the many weapons he had laid beside her. She swung the dagger, catching him in the cheek, giving him the same scare he had given her, only much deeper.
He turned his face sideways, now leaning away from her. He wiped the blood from his cheek before going to slap her. Y/n quickly swiped his hand with the dagger. He was lucky all of his fingers didn't come off then and there.
He screamed manically, grabbing her and quickly disarming her. He lifted up a thicker knife and, while keeping her in the air with a choke hold, he lifted the knife high before it connected with her side. Blood splattered everywhere as both Marc's and her own cries faded away. Y/n quickly lost consciousness with the amount of blood loss.
She couldn't feel anything, her legs, the gaping slice to her side. He had hacked into her, destroyed her enough that she had become a distant name to add to his list of killings. Bushman dropped her body again like she was the leftovers to a main course meal.
Marc's jaw was clenched so hard, he thought it would crack at any second. But he couldn't do anything....only watch.
Bushman strode closer to Marc, grabbing him by the neck and raising him high, making him cry out in agony as the pole moved even more through him.
The mad man then let go of Marc, his body falling down again, causing even more torture. Marc accepted this torture, though. He saw it as payback for getting in the mix with Y/n, for endangering her, for k....he couldn't admit it. He couldn't admit to himself that she was now dead. She hadn't moved at all, maybe she was unconscious...maybe she was...the other thing.
Bushman took out a Crescent dart, one he had stolen from Marc the last time they had fought. He should've killed him back then...
Bushman glanced at the dart, which shone brightly against the light of the moon, before looking at Marc with an evil smirk. "The last time we spoke you said you'd cut my face off if I tried to kill you again. Well, how the tables have turned. I'm gonna cut your face off and wear it as a mask!" He brought the blade closer...and closer.
But as the blade began press into his skin, thunder sounded. No..not thunder. The stomp of a large creature. What creature?
Bushman halted in his movements, frowning. He didn't have time to say anything before the familiar growl of Venom was heard from behind him.
He spun around, eyes widening at the sight of the creature before him. Unlike anything he had ever seen.
Venom had already spotted Y/n, lying unresponsive on the floor. Immediately enraged by that picture alone, Venom charged at Bushman. Bushman didn't even have time to grab a bigger weapon when Venom grabbed him, lifting him into the air.
"Eyes...Lungs...Pancreas. So many snacks, so little time." He growled before opening his mouth, only to stop and think. Bushman had given Y/n and Marc the worst torture he could in so little time. Venom would make him pay, not give him an easy way out...just yet.
Venom gripped Bushman's arm, before ripping it off, chucking the body part into the darkness at the other end of the room. He then did the same to the other arm, then his lower legs, upper legs. He then slowly screwed Bushman's head off.
He threw it away with the rest of the remains. He definitely wasn't going to eat that.
"Disgusting" Venom spat before walking over to Y/n and gently lifting her head. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. I'm an asshole." He began to go back inside her, starting the healing process straight away. The host who brought him here, Eddie Brock (Y/n's brother), panted in shock as he watched Venom slowly healing Y/n, seeing her check start to rise and fall more strongly.
"Oh, thank God" Eddie breathed before spotting Marc. "Oh, fuck" He got up, rushing over to Marc. "Are you still alive? How are you still alive?"
Marc only heaved, spitting out more blood. Y/n gasped as she sprang back to life, shooting up into a sitting position. "Fuck!" She muttered. "That was painful"
"It'll be even more painful getting him out of there..." Venom shyly muttered. He was still scared that Y/n might tell him to get lost and leave her.
"V?" She sighed in relief. "Don't ever leave me again, please"
"Never again." Venom sounded much happier.
While they talked, Eddie went to the basement door, seeing a large number of switches. He flicked them on one-by-one, expecting traps to go off. But one actually made the pole Marc was impaled with retract into the ground, Marc collapsing.
He groaned again before Khonshu's healing powers quickly started to take effect. Soon, he was breathing properly. Y/n quickly crouched before him and hugged him.
"Y/n..." Marc breathed.
"Marc" She smiled before adding. "And Steven"
Marc smiled at her for a moment before replying. "He says ''ello, love!'" He tried to do an English accent and failed.
Y/n laughed before kissing him. "I promise I won't make the same mistake as I did last time, checking the door before checking your text. I learned that the hard way" She said.
"Yeah, I'm always more important than the person behind that door" He joked.
"You are" She grinned, though fully serious.
After arriving back at the apartment, Marc's apartment, Y/n hugged her brother. "Thank you, Eddie. You're a real hero"
Eddie shrugged. "Well, you needed help. That's what I'm here for. Always" He whispered to her.
"Difficult times always come to an end" Venom said, making Y/n smile as she turned to him.
"I'm still not happy about my TV." She said but before Venom could apologise again, she added; "But I'll get over it"
Venom smiled big. "I will make you dinner to make up for it!" He said.
Y/n started shaking her head, knowing Venom was terribly messy when he cooked. "Oh no, Venom. We're good-"
Venom's tendrils had already headed for the kitchen as Y/n sighed, giving up.
Finally...a happy ending for this story. Their story. Y/n was happy she met Marc, Steven, and Venom. Yet, she felt like there was one more secret Marc kept from everyone, even Steven didn't know. And that...is a story for another day.
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You're gonna laugh at this but I was listening to Tide Is High when writing the second half of this part. Bit upbeat for something so gorie...oh well. Hope you all enjoyed this mini series as much as I did! Thanks for reading!
I'll put the song here if anyone wants to have a listen....
