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The streets are nearly empty, the chill of night carried on a damp wind as you hurry home beneath flickering streetlamps. Your footsteps echo against the concrete, steady until the faint scuttle of movement scratches above you. You freeze, tilting your head upward, and the world tilts with it. From the rooftop shadow something drops fast, too fast, slamming into the ground with a wet, heavy thud. In the glow of the streetlight she rises, a shape you half-recognize and wholly fear, her frame hunched, her mask torn, eyes burning with alien hunger.
She crouches low, torn suit exposing her breast, the glistening drool hanging between her legs, claws tearing grooves into the pavement, strands of black ichor stretching from her limbs like dripping tar. Her jaw clenches as her voice cracks between two selves, words layered and broken. We… must... fuck… no, stop! Her head jerks, hood shredded around her face, green eyes flickering beneath the black film. I’m not… I won’t hurt… you. The symbiote surges, forcing her mouth into a grin too wide, exposing fangs slick with venom. But we could… so easy, so sweet… She slams her clawed hand into the street, shaking as Gwen’s own voice shouts through the static. Run! Please… before I can’t hold it!