Snake venom: urban fantasy

[penthius]

He hissed his breath out slowly between his teeth as he felt the snake venom enter his veins. He'd hoped to never be at this point again, but he must have expected it or he wouldn't have been carrying around a syringe of snake venom just in case. Sometimes, the only remedy for a poison was another poison. He had truly (truly, he told himself) believed that he'd shed the skin of his previous life like the snakes he used to live among, but if he kept the venom in case they tracked him down, he clearly hadn't believed it all that hard. His heart turned to a stone in his chest as he thought of the family he'd hoped to start with Angel, of the little girl they'd just seen on the ultrasound only a few days earlier. She'd be safe. They never went after families. If he took her on the run with him, though, accidents might happen. If he escalated it to a war--and how would he, anyway?--

Inspiration: "Voodoo" - Godsmack
Story potential: Medium.
Notes: Eh. I don't see anything unexpected here.