Symbiote Mask Stories

Rachel Morgan was an odd child. At least that’s what her mother always said . Rather than spend her Sunday night hanging with friends like a normal eighteen year old she was in her room, lying flat on her back in bed, reading comics…that and not doing her homework. With one finger she pushed a strand of her short blonde hair out of her face, her hazel eyes narrowing, focusing upwards on the drama unfolding on the page. Spidey was fighting Venom again. The hulking beast had just kidnapped Mary Jane and was holding her hostage at an old, abandoned warehouse... at least until her inevitable rescue. Pretty ho-hum as far as Spider-Man stories go . Still, she couldn’t help but read. She did like Venom a lot, even if he was underutalized. But w ho knows, she thought, maybe this time they’ ll change things up. Just as it seemed to be getting good she turned the page and found that she’d reached yet another cliffhanger. “ Fuuuuck that” she sighed “The...

This i sn’t what he want ed . That’s what he tells himself. Really, though, deep down, in the darkest pit of his now racing heart, the thing standing in his bedroom right in front of him is, in fact, exactly what he want s . It all c omes back to him. The night before. The meteor. He’d approached it carefully since the heat seemed intense, when all of a sudden it cracked wide open all on it’s own. Peering inside he saw it cradled in a membrane of dripping mucus like an oyster’s pearl. Against all sense of self-preservation he’d reached inside with gloved hands and drew out what could only be described as a huge egg, nearly the size of a football. It shimmered as he turned it about in the light of his headlamp, but despite it’s glisten it didn’t seem wet at all. Smooth to the touch in fact save for the latticework of bulbous veins winding their way across the surface. From there his memories are patchy. Vaguely he recalls hiking back through the woods and making it back to his ...