Night 39: M21-M30 HALLWAY
As soon as the doors unlocked and night fell, Kira was up out of his bed and feeling around underneath it to take hold of his sword. When he stood, he paused and looked at the pillow; he recalled the night before when he'd failed to bring the pillowcase, and as such had caused difficulty for himself. He set down the blade and removed the pillowcase
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On one hand, he still felt like Spider to him: Brock could still taste that specific presence that the symbiote was keyed into, that sang Spider, ours, mine, love in their bones. That hate, too, they felt was also there, even if all their genetic memories probably didn't match. For the first time in months, he realized he really didn't know anything about Parker. It wasn't as simple as opening up that flip book of stolen memories. Brock wasn't sure if he liked that or not. What he did know was there was a good chance this new Parker had the same abilities as theirs did - otherwise his Other wouldn't be wasting its time with a mere human.
...But he also looked like he was highly illegal, too.
Brock already had "cannibal", "murderer", and "general fuck-up" on his rap sheet. He wasn't sure if he wanted to add "gay pedophile" to it.
By that logic, all of the human species are children, the symbiote would shrug if it had shoulders. Couldn't exactly argue with that logic when his Other was an alien with a few thousand years under its belt. Certainly put things in perspective.
The symbiote's filmy third eyelid slid into place, casting the world into grainy night vision. Brock stepped outside, sniffing the air. Parker was very faint. But if he wanted to get close to the kid, stalking him in the dark wasn't gonna win him any points. They turned away from the smell.
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