[Chapter 5]

5 days later

My eyes flutter open. The first thing I see is a fly right next to my face. I shout in surprise and swipe my left hand in front of my face. But then I realise, as my eyes go out of focus, the fly is in fact a few hundred meters above me in the sky.

“What the hell?” My eyes open as I listen to my voice.

“I sound a lot… deeper?” I say to myself.

I train my mind back and remember when the snake bit off my… arm! Almost instantly, I bring my right arm in front of my eyes.

‘What. The. Fuck’

My right arm is black? Like pitch Black. It’s roughly the same size as my old arm but slightly bigger. Upon my forearm, there is layers upon layers of entwining scales, each one serrated with a slight red outline. As I rotate my hand I see my fingers have sharp and pointed edges; my nails are like those of a lion or a wolf. On my knuckles, are small horns that point upwards? They are about 2 inches tall. On my elbow is a bone like spike that is at least a foot long that protrudes outwards. My shoulder, is covered by a shoulder-pad with the same structure as the elbow spike.

I’m panting right now. What the hell is up with my arm?

To my shock, something speaks in my head.

‘Your Body is weak, but has potential. Train yourself! Train to join the Hero Academy next year! With strength comes the ability to dictate who lives and who receives your rage. This power is yours and yours to control. With this I leave you with one last message: If you succumb yourself to hatred: then be prepared to face the consequences.’

“Wait! What? What do you mean be prepared for the consequences? And how am I supposed to train?” I shouted out. But no response. To be honest, I didn’t expect one. I slowly stood up; whilst my eyes peered down at the state of my detonated clothes.

‘How long have I been here?’ I thought to myself.

I brought my right arm to look at my watch but I realised it had disappeared along with the whole of my right hand. I looked around on the floor for it. Then I realised how retarded that idea was and decided the first place to go back to was my apartment.

I concealed my right arm as best I could, but it was difficult. After 30 minutes of walking, I reached the front door of my apartment. I reached out to turn the handle, but as soon as I grabbed the handle, my land lord turned the corner. As soon as he saw me I knew I was fucked so I burst in and slammed the door behind me.

‘Best not to use my right arm until I realize what the fuck’s up with it.’ I thought.

As I walked to my mattress I passed the window, and had to do a double take. I was still the same height and such but I was no longer hunched. The circles had also disappeared from under my eyes. Eyes!

As I stared into the mirror I saw that two eyes that stared back to me were pure red. Redder than the bitch’s Amber! And her fucking name meant red!

This was Rosso corsa red! And my hair! It’s showing signs of unkemptness but its pure white! Why?

My heart began to beat faster and faster and I gained a cold sweat- In order to calm myself down, I threw myself on the bed. Alright, let me try googling it. First I searched for red eyes. The only thing that came up was vampires and eye rash.

‘Well recently I haven’t felt a fucking lust for blood and I ain’t crying out blood. So it can’t be either!’

The only thing that came up was that the legendary rank 10, otherwise known as unranked, symbiote had red eyes. I googled pictures of this “unranked” but the only thing that came up was badly photoshopped pictures. I kissed my teeth, and then searched up my white hair. After 30 minutes of researching I came to a plausible reason to my hair colouration.

Marie Antoinette syndrome

Was the headline of the website. I scrolled down on my phone and I saw the reasons.

“Due to extreme amounts of stress, pain, anguish, depression or fear, the discolouration of hair shall occur. The whitening of the hair also results in the discolouration of…

“PUBIC HAIR!” I accidently screamed out too loud.

I looked into my pants.

‘Oh my fucking God. My hair…’

I fell back onto my mattress and looked at my arm. Then it hit me.

I begin to speak out loud,

“So if that snake thing, was an extremely powerful symbiote. Doesn’t that mean he spread his ‘legacy’ onto me? I mean he did say I was applicable for his powers? Doesn’t that mean…” I stopped to gasp, “I’m part symbiote?!”

1 Day Later…

Through hours of extensive research, I’d figured out the several abilities of Symbiotes. I searched up cases of half-human half-symbiotes but nothing came up. The closest to that was infected, however they had their minds taken over by the symbiote. From my encounter with the fly and research I’ve realised I have heightened senses as well as invulnerability on my right hand, which I later tested by ramming a knife into it. The knife shattered.

“I still have no ideas on why my eyes are red, and the strength of my arm.” I thought aloud.

Upon thinking about the word “strength” I remember the voice stating that I have to train. From my calendar I have 8 months till the Test to figure out whether I can go to the Academy. Why I want to go to the Academy? I have no idea. But with my status as a half symbiote, I can’t find an ordinary job; however If this arm grants me powers I could possibly find a livable job from the HA. Or even better became a mercenary and hunt down those so called “heroes”.

The heroes of today were the ones who bullied and picked on ordinary people or people with low powers. As I was thinking of this I came to a conclusion.

“After these 8 months: I’m gonna see those punks again.” I was tightly holding onto my kitchen desk. Out of anger, I clenched tighter, and the solid stone, snapped.

Authors Note:

Since most of the population is rank F, they do not have enough power to defend against high class villains, therefore relying on higher power heroes to defend them.

*For Christmas day*

*Merry Christmas!*