Drip! Drip!
The monster's drool kept dripping onto the ground, and a terrifying gleam shone in his eyes as he watched the guards running toward him.
The next day, the New York Daily News reported that an explosion during research at the Life Foundation had killed a number of people on the spot.
In Queens, at Peter's home, he still had not moved out despite receiving a large sum of money from Tony, because he did not know how to explain it to his aunt.
He had, however, replaced all the household furnishings and removed their brand labels, making them look no different from generic goods.
After the battle in Manhattan, he had pulled himself together again, abandoning his former life of drinking and debauchery.
His enemy had been right in front of him, yet he had been powerless against him. This finally forced Peter, who had always considered himself fairly strong, to take an honest look at himself. He had been training hard these past few days, and though the results were meager, it was better than doing nothing.
Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps coincidence, but while Peter was training in his room, something was happening in a house a few hundred meters away.
Eddie stood before a mirror, his face full of fear.
After the black liquid possessed him, he had been unable to control his body, but his mind had remained clear. He knew very well that a monster was now living inside him.
Moreover, that monster had a mind of his own, which terrified him even more.
"Get the hell out of me!"
Eddie shouted at his reflection.
Suddenly, a monstrous face emerged from his chest, saliva dripping from its long tongue as it spoke in a strange voice.
"Stop struggling. We're one now. I