Chapter 400: Suspicious...
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Tom's muscles tightened as he got back on his feet, his eyes locked on Sandman. The towering figure loomed over him, his sandy form shifting and swirling in the air. Tom took a deep breath, his mind focused on finding a way to convince his opponent to surrender.
"Look, I know you're angry and scared, but let's just talk, okay? We can figure this out together," Tom called out, his voice steady but filled with empathy.
Sandman growled, his sandy fists clenched. "We can talk after I beat you into the ground! After all, I still owe you a few hits from last time..." He says, thinking Tom was his Spider-Man.
Tom's eyes flickered with determination. He knew he had to do something to gain the upper hand. With a swift motion, he shot a web towards a nearby lamppost and swung himself around, launching a kick at Sandman's midsection.
Sandman's sandy form absorbed the impact, dispersing into grains of sand before reforming. He retaliated with a powerful punch, forcing Tom to dodge and weave to avoid the blow. The fight escalated quickly as blows were exchanged between the two of them.
Tom focused on his agility, using his acrobatic skills to dodge and counter Sandman's attacks. He spun through the air, his web-shooters releasing a barrage of webs to ensnare Sandman's limbs, temporarily restraining him. Taking advantage of the moment, Tom launched a series of quick punches and kicks, but Sandman quickly broke free, his sandy body shifting and reforming.
Sandman's attacks intensified, his sandy fists becoming more ferocious and unpredictable. Tom struggled to keep up, his Spider-Sense tingling with warning signals, guiding his reflexes. He managed to dodge most of the blows, but a few connected, sending him crashing into nearby cars and concrete pillars.
Peter watched from a distance, munching in a bag of Doritos. He wanted to step in and assist, but he knew this was an important lesson for Tom. He had to learn to settle things Naruto style. It was a test of both his physical and mental skills.
Tom, battered but not broken, slowly rose to his feet. He swallowed some blood that appeared in his mouth, his eyes locking with Sandman's. "Please, just listen to me. There's a way we can find a solution that doesn't involve hurting anyone."
Sandman sneered, not bothering to grace Tom's words with a response. He just wanted to capture him after a nice beating, and force Tom to send him home. Although he had no proof, he knew deep down that this was all Spider-Man's fault.
Undeterred, Tom pressed on. He scanned his surroundings, searching for a strategy, a weakness he could exploit. Then it hit him. The nearby fire hydrant, still intact despite the chaos. With a flick of his wrist, he shot a web, wrapping it around the hydrant.
The hidden figure watched with intense interest as Tom approached Sandman, extending a hand to help him up. As Sandman struggled to his feet, the figure's form shifted and contorted, transforming into the familiar shape of Flash Thompson. Venom, having taken over Flash's body, had been observing the fight from the shadows.
Seeing an opportunity, 'Flash' rushed past the police barricade, bypassing their attempts to stop him, and called out to Tom, feigning familiarity. "Hey, buddy! You did great out there! Man, watching you fight that sand guys was crazy! I thought you were about to get squished like ten different times."
Tom narrowed his eyes, his skepticism evident. "Flash? What are you doing here?"
'Flash' put on a wide grin, trying to hide his ulterior motives. "I saw you in action. Dude, you were amazing! I just couldn't look away." He complimented, his tone turning awkward and hesitant. "Look, Uhh... I want to make it up to you for all those years I treated you like crap. I want to help. You know, I was such a big fan of Spider-Man and such a d*ck to Peter Parker. And I want to make up for that."
Tom scoffed, crossing his arms. "You think a few sappy words are going to make up for everything, Flash? I don't need your help. I've got it under control."
The disguised Symbiotes expression faltered for a moment, desperation flickering in his eyes. "I know I messed up, but I've changed, I swear. I want to be there for you, to support you like Ned and MJ. Please, just give me a chance?" He spoke on a sad, self deprecating tone.
Peter eyed 'Flash' suspiciously. 'What's this little f*cker up to?'
Tom hesitated, the sincerity in his former bully's voice tugging at his heartstrings. He remembered the years of torment and ridicule, but he also believed in redemption and second chances. Reluctantly, he sighed and nodded. "Fine, but this doesn't mean we're friends, Flash. Just... try not to get in the way."
'Flash' beamed with gratitude, his relief palpable. "Deal! You won't regret this, I promise."
As they prepared to leave, the disguised Venom slithered beneath Flash's skin, concealed from view. The symbiote listened intently, waiting for the right moment to strike. It hungered for power and hoped to find his captured host, knowing that patience would be its greatest asset in achieving its sinister goals.
While keeping a mistrusting eye on their newest group member, Peter waved his hand and opened a golden portal, shocking many of the onlookers, including Venom. "Alright, lets go see if Doctor Strange has found a way to fix all this."
Although he was extremely suspicious of Flash, he decided to just wait and see what the little douchebag was up to. Of course, he'll have to put some safety measures in place. 'Maybe I should put a reversed protection spell on him?'
One by one, everyone stepped into the portal and appeared in the Undercroft, unaware of the danger lurking beneath Flash's friendly facade.
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