VENOM'S POV

I sat in my room I have been living in for the past two months. I layed on the bed, staring up at the white ceiling as my eyes would land on the clock from time to time, waiting impatiently. It's normally easy for me to wait for time, the exact moment I needed. But now, I found it slightly difficult which is something I'm not used to. Staying up, watching the sky change colors everyday from dark to light taught me to sit there and watch it slowly, softly fade into its new skin, it's next alteration.

Looking up at the sky is one of my favorite things nature blesses us with in this cursed world. No matter how fucked up it is down here, how many people suffer with their own conditions, their own illness. It's Always lit up there, holding each dream a living being wished for. Waiting for us to reach it, to work hard enough to touch that dream and recognize it after a lot of pain, a lot of agony.

You watch the sky simply change through a couple of hours. You would look up to see light then hours later it's shut down, it's dark. It resembled humans. You would be having a glorious day, seeing it's light as it light up the darkness that's been living inside of you for years. But when the dark hits, all the hopes and beliefs you built up goes down with it, disappearing along with the light. Leaving you hopeless, back to the feeling you've been trying to run away from. The one you're trying to recap. It caught you, pulled you harder down with it.

You have to play smart, if you want to defeat that feeling. The effect it had on you till the point it can reach up where you stood and grab you tightly, making you unable to let go nor try to fight it. It's afflicted, defeatist and mostly mournful. Being attached, pulled by your worst nightmare was a feeling of disgruntlement. Each time you attain your dreams, archive your aim, it climbs up your level and tears you down.

Darkness could be an inspiration for some people, they wait until it appears to pull them into it to make them a part of it. Others feared it, causing terror in their peaceful world. They run from the dark to the further they could reach but in the end it catches them, dragging them back to their demon. It takes out all your energy, all your achievement. No matter how much you fight, hold on. You'll find yourself standing in the middle of the dark and if it doesn't pull you, you will be stepping in yourself. 

That's why I'm always in the dark, hidden from the outside world. We're all meant to experience a period of time through our lives in the dark, to teach us how sinful and vicious the world could be no matter how good of a person you are. It will drag you down, it will disappoint you, it will ascend as it hit you to fall down and watch you fail. It will stand there observing, satisfied by the destruction it caused.

No matter how strong you are or how much you're capable of, it will always remain next to you. You will look through the day next to you, it will be there either through success or failure. You might be patient, but the dark is immeasurably more patient than you could ever be. It's powerful, effective. You either learn to grow with it, steal its power and create a light that brightens your darkness or you lower down and watch it slowly, painfully destroy you.

I couldn't let myself lay on the cold floor cry in pain, screaming for help. It was aching my heart, telling me I didn't deserve any of this. That it was time to finally fight back, to stop the ache that's been living inside of me for discursiveness. I couldn't take it anymore. I saw through my own eyes my weak, feeble self and I couldn't stand another minute being the same person I was. The person I feared to become one day and there I was, the person I most hated.

The person I ran from my whole life and in the end I was becoming that person gradually. It built up this repulsive person I couldn't recognize. I would look in the mirror, lower my head at the sight of the soul I became. That's when I knew it was time for change, to make up for all these years.

I got up standing up in front of my repellent, horrifying life with faith burning down my shattered heart. I was raising, healed after being defeated my whole life. I let the fire inside of me heal my broken bones, my beaten figure.

When the dark tried to drag me and pull me into it, I switched the game upside down. I tightened my grip around it and sedulously shifted into it, becoming the Stygian. Building up force to create the image I wished for, the image I waited and took every beating for. It was time to rebel. And here I am.

I laid my eyes on the clock hanging on the wall, next to the dresser. It's four in the morning, perfect. I gathered the strength in my body and pushed myself up. I walked towards my closet, ready to pick out an outfit for this beautiful journey. I sure never gave Alessandro an answer, but I sure never gave a rejection either.

I grabbed a black turtleneck, tugging it in my short dark beige skirt which showed my lower thigh tattoo. I slid my arms in a short blazer, matching the color of the skirt. I sat on the white furniture pouf chair as I opened one of the dresser's drawers, picking out a pair of basic no show black socks. I got myself up, heading to my long shoe rack. I took out my Prada leather and nylon boots and wore them with an amiable smile forming on my face. I walked back to the dresser, letting the sound of my heels clicking on the floor fill the room which only made my smile grow harder. Smiling is far away from what I usually do. I never smile, show emotions nor reactions. I like to keep these things to myself. I enjoy smiling, but only for myself to see. My smile could be small and simple that doesn't involve much movement of my lips, however it still contains the telltale facial shifts that indicate genuine happiness or care. And that little smile caused a dent on both of my cheeks. I highly believe and stand by that dimples are attractive. They are very prominent and catch your eye whenever you look at them. It makes the person look innocent, yet somehow seductive.

I finished off getting ready by wearing a pair of black fingerless gloves. And for the first time, I let my hair fall down to my lower waist. My hair could be really curly and sometimes turn into these soft curls, almost wavy which is it's condition right now.

I marched around the room, reaching a specific part of the floor. I clicked on it twice with the end of my heel making a small square door push in, revealing stairs. Alessandro really thought I didn't know about this. I chuckled, walking down the stairs.

I reached the floor, grabbing the door knob. I got in the room full of weapons, my room. I smirked before walking towards the guns hanging on the wall. I picked up a huge black bag behind the door and started packing my own personal AK-74, Beretta AR-70 along with a Colt AR-15. Not forgetting, my favorite pistol, sig sauer P320. I placed it slowly in my black leg holster on my upper thigh, covering it with my skirt.

All these guns are my own. I went back to my house yesterday and got them. I know Alessandro saw me. He was sitting on top of the roof lost deeply in his thoughts, the ones who never leave his mind. The ones he can't escape from. I feel him. I shook my head, pushing away these useless thoughts. I need to focus on what I was doing.

I finished my work in this delicate room and walked out, reaching my bedroom again. I stood in front of the vanity table set, spraying on perfume along with putting on my watch. I gave it a quick glance, it's almost six. I rushed to my window before I watched Alessandro in his Supra leave the house, guess we're both taking our first cars. I smiled softly through the glass window before grabbing my keys of the gorgeous black GTR and heading out of the room.

The road was empty, clear and quiet. It's entertaining. I enjoyed the silence. It's so relaxing and comforting. I took a deep breath, allowing the pure air to travel through my lungs along with filling the car. I saw the light of the sun soften at the arrival of some clouds, covering the ultraviolet light. I hate mornings, the sun, the light, I hate it all. The feeling of the heat rushing through your body is bullshit. I will never get how people enjoy sitting out in the sun, it's absolutely irritating.

I am more inclined to windy, cold weather. They bring out something in me, giving me this feeling of euphoria. Euphoria is an overwhelming feeling of happiness, joy and well-being, it is a feeling of elation. The feeling of that excitement, rushing through your body when you get a perfect score on a test. It feels carefree, safe and free of the stress built inside of you. Sometimes it can come from a roller coaster ride or as the rush from a physical activity like downhill skiing, especially the first time. For my condition, I feel it through the cold air. The one that leaves goosebumps and chills all over my body. I let my thoughts fly away with the barely noticeable wind. It's time to give Alessandro an answer.

I grabbed the stick shift of the car, pushed my foot harder on the gas break. People think driving a manual car is old, believing an automatic car is better, dumb fuckers. I chuckled at my thought before closing the window of the car, to keep the car steady for what's about to go down. I felt a smirk form on my lips as I pushed harder on the gas brake. I kept speeding, going past the speed limit but who cares. I slowed down for a second when I saw Alessandro's car in front of me. I took my time, admiring what's about to happen. The smirk on my face never left, growing harder and harder.

I was right next to him for a split second then passed him like lightning striking it's sky. I looked through the rear view mirror, watching him getting closer to me. I was about to go faster but why not give him a moment right.

I saw his car getting closer from the left wing mirror. He was on my left side, for the first time he's the one on the left. I never planned to always be on his left side, yet somehow I always end up there. I rolled down my window, allowing myself to have a clear version of his face. It wasn't half bad, I wouldn't mind having a look any day. I watched from a small distance his full lips turn into a genuine smile. It was so wholesome. I could feel his pure elation from here, his own euphoria.

I found myself smiling back at him, a smile full of excitement and delight. A feeling I have never felt, at all. We might have stayed like this for two seconds, but it felt way longer and I'm sure he felt it too. It's like both of our worlds stop and unify. It felt strange, a feeling I'm nowhere familiar with. A feeling that stood out from the couple emotions left in me. It felt eccentric.

We arrived at the airport, alive. I chuckled at the thought before getting out of my car. I saw Alessandro reach his trunk getting out his suitcase along with two black bags, weapons. I pulled myself out of his sight and opened the back seat door. Grabbing my own bags. We both walked side by side into the airport. It was empty, peaceful. I looked to my left through the glass wall, when I noticed Alessandro's private jet. I looked back at him, he was looking at me 'how did she spot my jet'. I could see it through his eyes. I let my head fall to the ground, hiding any smirk that could possibly show on my face. I enjoyed the effect I had on him, the way he's amazed each time I make the slightest move, take the slightest step.

We walked up the airstair. The jet was absolutely glorious, he did good on this one. I took a seat in front of him. I looked out of the window, watching the clouds under us. It's crazy how one minute you would be at the bottom of the world and another on top of it all. I remember taking my first flight when I was thirteen years old. I sighed loudly, making Alessandro look at me. We held eye contact for a moment, his eyes held so much appreciation. It made me feel, feel something that makes all your worries vanish away. I saw him yesterday in full disappointment. I watched his eyes fill in with defeat. Defeated by himself, by the thoughts running through his head, killing off each hope he had. But now, they're lightened again. They're filled with power, pure joy. They're much better now.

An hour later, we were in Verona. We took off from the airport, heading to one of Alessandro's houses. We kept walking through the garage until I saw Alessandro take a turn, leading both of us to his car. I sat in the passenger seat and he drove to his house. The weather was horrible, it was a bright sunny day. The sun bore a hole in your head and heat became overly irritating. Cold weather was always more preferable, especially the autumn type of cold.
I watched from the corner of my eyes Alessandro reach out the radio, putting on some melodic music.
I shut my eyes, letting the music push away all my thoughts and fill in the silence.

It didn't take long for Alessandro to arrive at his house. He parked the car in the entrance. I didn't wait another second and got out of the car. Already heading inside, with Alessandro following. I waited by the main doors. It's his house in the end. I turned my body toward where he was and waited for him to reach where I was. When he finally stood next to me, he gave me a simple look. Glancing at me then at the door in front of us. Without hesitation, I grabbed the door knob and let both of us walk in the house.

The place was beautiful, it had a fountain at the front of the house. It was a medium sized two floored house and well designed. It had a light grey/black theme with multiple bedrooms, kitchen, bathrooms and personal ones as well in each room. We both walked into our own rooms separately, getting ready.

I put my suitcases down, placing them on the bed.
I grabbed the dark blue one and opened it. I took out my clothes and went to the bathroom. I walked out a couple minutes later with a black turtleneck along with a black reflective one shoulder top. I tugged my turtleneck into my black High waisted cargo pants. I walked back to my suitcases and pulled out a pair of black high heeled half boots, yes I take out lives in heels.

I placed daggers onto my thighs, got a colt AR-15 and placed a Sig Sauer P320 on my side. I took extra bullets for my pistol and gun, all of them in my many pockets. I barged outside the room, heading my way back to the car. I waited by the car, leaning my body against the passenger seat's door. I better explore this city, I haven't been here in so long. Alessandro didn't take long, thank god he came in a few seconds after me. We both got in and he drove away.

The car ride was silent, I don't like noise anyways. I was too caught up thinking of today's mission, was ready to fight, ready to take down anyone who crosses my path. I loved fighting, I was raised doing that, I grew into it and eventually made it a part of me. It's who I am. Sometimes the best thing in life is finding that one person who knows all your mistakes and weaknesses and still thinks you're completely amazing. For me, that person is myself, obviously. I would accept myself no matter what, because if I don't do that for myself then nobody else will. And I don't need anyone else to. I got all I needed. Me.

We arrived at Armando's place, I got out of the car first with Alessandro following right behind me. I looked behind me, catching Alessandro's gaze for a second. The moment he stood close to me, I opened the front door and took a glance inside the house. It was crashed all over, broken furniture, glass shattered and broken pieces of glass windows. Everything was flipped either sideways or upside down. We started walking slowly, eyes wide open trying to spot anyone. We checked around the first floor, Alessandro went on the kitchen side along with two hallways, and I took the living room with a few hallways.

Shortly after our check around the place, we ran to each other. "All clear" I nodded and turned around, making my way towards the stairs and climbing up to the second floor. We didn't split apart this time, one checked behind from time to time while the other one kept their eyes in the front. We reached a room, the only one with a closed door. I tighten my grip around my pistol, ready to go in. I turned my body, giving Alessandro a quick look before grabbing the knob and getting in. I walked in, taking care of each step I'm taking. The room isn't too big, it's medium size with a bed in the middle along with long glass windows. I kept getting closer to the flipped couch, I lifted my pistol at the noise. I kept both my hands on the pistol before reaching my head and that's when I saw the famous Armando DeVille.

He doesn't look bad under lightning. His hands were fully covered in blood. Bottom lip was slightly drawing blood, his hair was messy and falling down his forehead. He had a cut on his right side of his forehead dripping blood down while holding an angry look, which somewhat calmed at the sight of Alessandro. Their eyes locked in a matter of seconds and before any of them could utter a word, men came out of everywhere. and I mean, Everywhere.

Some came from downstairs, these fuckers did not wait outside and thought they could catch us off guard. Some barged from different rooms, running out like bitches. We quickly hid apart from each other, fighting and keeping an eye on everything that's currently happening. It didn't take me long to process things, it never did. My mind always has been trained to take things in quickly and carefully, no time for shock or bullshit like that. I have my ways you know.

I pulled my colt AR-15 and took down five men while walking, one tried to sneak up behind me. You're not that slick fucker. I turned around and grabbed his wrist, twisted it around and made him spin while leaning down. Kicked his ribs hard, elbowed him with my right arm and punched his nose with my left hand making him fall down. Alessandro was holding a lovely AK-47 while shooting as much as he could, taking multiple men down. Men kept barging in like hungry dogs, that's right, walk into your grave pussies. I reloaded my gun and shot at least ten of them at the entrance, watching their lifeless bodies fall down. I lowered my gun and sneaked on the other side, being sneaky wasn't something I struggled with. I saw from the corner of my eye some guy pointed a gun at me. I backed off rapidly while sneaking my hand on the side and grabbing out my pistol, and shot him in between his eyes before he was able to process any of this. I put my Sig Sauer P320 back in place and continued shooting these peasants with my gun. While going downstairs to check how things are going.

Not too long after taking a few bastards down, we were separated into different parts in the house. Alessandro was on the first floor for the second time. Mainly the living room, Armando was supposedly somewhere in the house and I was about to make my way on the second floor. I put my gun in place and decided to take a few of these fuckers with my bare hands. I noticed a few men on the stairs, probably waiting for someone that is not one of theirs to climb up. Bitch do I look that dumb. I jumped off the window that remained on the side and climbed up to the one above it, it was open. I pulled out a dagger and dug it into one of the men's ears who was standing beside the window, making him fall down with blood dripping down his ear. I got inside and pulled out another dagger, holding two in my hands. Walked downstairs quietly, but confidently. I didn't need to hide, you hide from general fear or fear of failure. I don't have any of those, very fortunate I know, that's just who I am and how I always have been. I sneaked my hands in the front of their neck and slit their throats at the same time while walking down. Leaving their bodies drop behind me, I checked half of the place downstairs and it was clear. So I decided to walk back upstairs and take the remaining men down. Both of my daggers were still under my grip. I walked to four men running towards my direction, showtime. I said with a smirk on my face before throwing one of my daggers into the opposite direction, leading their attention there, fucking idiots, got fooled so easily. Then I pulled out my gun again and shot all four of them, smirking to myself, quite satisfying.

I checked every room and made sure it was all clear, obviously there were some remaining men who took less than a second to kill. Which was nothing hard for me, then I made my way downstairs to check if it's fully clear since my floor was. I walked into the sight of Alessandro surrounded by men, he had his head down. I quickly pulled up my gun to help him kill those assholes. But his next action held me in place, he shot his head up holding his AK-47 and shot them all at lightning speed, except for one.

I ran to him, put my hand in the front of his neck and pressed the dagger into his throat. Making it cut open, Alessandro turned around quickly at the sight of me standing behind the man that just dropped onto the floor. He looked me straight into my eyes. Alessandro's eyes were a beautiful shade of green. They represented that dark forest green, they held something I couldn't quite put my finger on. His eyes flashed light and darkness at the same time together. Like lightning into a dark sky.

Armando was right behind him, faking a cough to get Alessandro's attention. He turned around and rapidly pulled him into a hug without a second thought, it was such a brotherly hug. He held him in his arms. Armando probably didn't see that coming.

He probably didn't expect that one coming, but that didn't mean he couldn't recognize a good thing when he felt it. It looked meaningful, It was meaningful. They both clearly valued their friendship with all they had, the sight of two best friends comforting each other slightly lit something up inside me. It felt warm, It was a nice view not gonna LIE.

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