(Dark) Carnage's Story

Kassidy opened his eyes groggily and sat up against a cold, brick layered wall. His head was spinning and his stomach was twisting even more. He looked up to the ceiling where there was a single low wattage bulb hanging from the middle of it and laughed nervously. He tried to remember how he got there but could not remember anything, his mind was blank up until he looked down at his clothes. All he could care to take notice about was the FBI raid jacket he was wearing. A shocked look sprawled across his face as several thoughts came to him at once, Okay maybe I worked for the FBI and someone wants me dead? Get the thoughts straight in your head man. Think. He desperately thought and checked the pockets of his jacket to find anything that could help him remember, remember anything. Then his hand came across something leathery and hard in texture. He pulled it out to find a badge with the letters FBI written on the top in a yellowish colour, he opened it and the first thing he saw was a hardened red splatter on the inside of the badge, covering the picture and writing. He tried desperately to scratch it off but to no avail. The thoughts were becoming louder in his head with every scratch. Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here? He stopped and slumped down into a sitting position again up against the wall, dropping the badge as he went. When it hit the floor it flipped open and revealed a word scratched onto the hard red splatter. The word was Carnage. He stared it down for a few seconds before thinking, Did I just do that? I don't think- No shut up you definitely didn't do that. He stood back up, left the badge on the floor and walked to the other side of the room. Surely if someone wanted me dead they would have killed me by now. He looked down to the floor and pondered calling for help. Yeah screw it. If they come, they come. then his voice was heard out loud for the first time he could remember, "Hey if anyone is there, does somebody wanna help me out of this box of a room already?"

"So many interesting things to play with and all the time in the universe at my disposal." The Dark Entity thought it the perfect time to begin the games, in the first set of games he would pluck three inmates from their cells and place them in an arena.

He would restore to one of them their power, but not their memory, nor the knowledge of how to utilize what they have been gifted. The others he would keep in their current state of confusion.

At that moment three Superheros were pulled from their cells to reappear in the center of partially destroyed arena. Captain America, Spider-woman and Venom now stand within the marble ruins. Parker finds herself near a rack, holding an assortment of brutish looking weapons.

Brock is left without any means of defense, while Captain America has had his belongings returned to him-Minus the knowledge of their significance.

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As the three warriors stood within the ancient arena Clark and Kassidy were transported from their cells to reappear at opposite ends of a small Ghost town somewhere in the Midwest United States.

More weapons were provided for this second set of test subjects-Strewn and hidden all around the town for each to discover and utilize. Those inmates still within their cells were provided with familiar surroundings to see how they might react to suddenly-Seemingly-Being freed from their chambers.

The Hulk remained in his cramped cell.

Suddenly Clarks world fell away from him and he found himself standing in the center of an abandoned town like something out of an old western. He didn't see anyone around but standing out in the noonday sunlight he started feeling instantly better. It was as if his body was just soaking up the warmth, it felt good on his skin and was a stark difference from the stale cool air of the cell he'd been in. Clark set out to see if he could find anyone in the rundown old town, and maybe find a way home, wherever home was.

Kassidy had come to conclusion he was alone from the point he called for help, nobody came and nobody replied. Still feeling the headache he was carrying he sat on the floor and leant up against the cold grey wall, that's when he heard it. "Why the long face Kassy?" he opened his eyes to find the owner of the insane sounding voice but found nobody.

"Who the fuck is there?" he shouted into the empty cell.

"Why it's only me buddy." then an unnervingly laugh echoed through his head. He reached for the badge still on the floor and finally saw the picture and info. Martin Kassidy the name was, instantly he knew that was him. He felt it but before he read any more he realised something, the red substance was gone from the inside of the badge.

"Yeah that's right Kassy. It's me" the irate voice grew louder in his head, "We need to kill and slaughter." the voice inhaled not naturally but more purposefully freaky. "But first you need to feel what it is like to be me again" as the voice finished that sentence it sounded horrifyingly real. Before Kassidy knew it a red, warm liquid like substance erupted from the back of his jacket and covered his face and was spreading rapidly.

"No what the fu-" Kassidy was cut off as the liquid consumed him. A second later the full blown Carnage was stood in the centre of the room.

"Ahh now to get out of this place. Hmm, people to kill, places to go." Carnage slithered to the wall and stopped at the silvery metal that was in his way. "Okay just a quick little-" then the floor fell from underneath his red, sharp clawed feet.

The slumping mass of red Symbiote got up off of the dusty road it was now laid on, the oozing tendrils curling and pulsing from himself had made themselves apparent. The sun was beating down on the crazed Symbiote as he lifted his head and opened his mouth, the pin like sharp teeth showing as he did. "This keeps getting crazier and crazier. I like it." his tongue was now hanging out of his mouth, being as impossibly long as it could be and dripping a slimy red saliva. "Okay Carnie boy lets go find us a few people to tear up" the creature laughed at his own seriousness and started to walk on all fours, using the tendrils as support so he could move quicker as he walked into the seemingly empty town.

Clark was slowly making his way through the town when he winced in discomfort as a noise filled his ears and made his head ring. The sound was like an animals snarl yet it was as if multiple creatures all let loose their demonic howl at once. Little did the last son of Krypton know that the noise that was filling his ears were coming from an inhuman creature on the other side of town. The incredible hearing of Superman was not something Clark was aware of nor in particular control of at the moment. The suns rays had made it that much more difficult for the other worldly powers that brought him here to inhibit his abilities. Now Clark was struggling just to focus on the sounds around him and avoid being overwhelmed. He gritted his teeth in pain and concentration as he forced himself to focus on nothing but the sounds around him until he managed to regain control. Clark took a few steps out of the house and looked down the street to the source of the hellish howls.

"Whatever that is it can't be good."

These beings were a constant source of entertainment for the Dark Entity, Superman was particuarly amusing, his ignorant assumption that the sunlight which was now beating down upon him was actually somehow beneficial.

It obviously had not dawned on him that the sun was not restoring his power-It was the influence of his captor. The Dark being felt it the right time to reveal some portion of himself-Though shadowed and distorted-Not wanting the reality of his true visage to restore the memories which he had stolen.

Superman was standing just outside a small ruined building with his face cast to the sunlit sky, as he tried to soak up the radiation from the burning yellow ball above him-Artificiality be damned.

Captain America, Brock and Parker stopped their in-fighting to witness the tremendous display of their captors form.

Stephen Strange was astonished by the sudden and unexpected disappearance of the building in which he stood, particularly since the shelves, furniture and books all remained within the now invisible inner walls of the structure.

The reveal had blotted out the artificial sun from the artificially created realms in which each had been cast. The massive form, which reached mind-boggling heights, now loomed over their realms.