Venom

Venom is a snake. A cold-hearted ruthless serial killer. The scent of innocence and blood makes him smile. The scent of death and pain coursing through his fiery veins and bones. He saunters through the dark streets. Blood stained on his hands from a recent kill. His demonic hooded grey eyes roam the alleyways searching for his next victim. Sauntering along, the air becoming chilly, you walk the secluded streets on your way home from working the night shift. As you walk, a man with black hair, hooded eyes, and an unreadable face, looms past you, his very presence reeking of death and murder. You have just crossed paths with Venom. He glides past you, arms in his jacket pockets grasping his serrated blade, as he drifts through the dark haunted abyss of towering buildings. Moving along you are unaware that Venom has been following you, stalking from the shadows, watching you with predatory glee. Standing at the crosswalk waiting for the light to change you start to feel an eerie presence lurking around you. Suddenly, Venom, charges on you, his arms encircling you in his grasp, his large warm hands covering your mouth. “Don’t scream.” He whispers with his husky voice in your ear. He can feel the fear radiating off you, trembling beneath him. The temptation to kill you on the spot making him hungry. You can feel his muscular arms wrapped around you. He drags your body into the dark confines of an abandoned alleyway.