1 Symbiotic Start

When you die you either expect to see nothing or be taken away to Heaven or Hell. I on the other hand got neither of these, instead I was currently in a conversation with a surprisingly goofy, yet pretty cool old man which I found out earlier was God. "You know I usually don't have a chance to speak to my children and each time I do it's a fun experience." God said from across me having just finishing a conversation on my life from beginning to end. To be honest with you it wasn't a bad life, it was filled with ups and downs, but I'm happy to say it was filled with more ups than downs. "But, let's get down to the meat of why your actually here and yes its exactly like those reincarnation stories. The reason as to why you were given this chance was, because...you prayed and that's all there is to it. Ever since you were of the young age of ten, I could hear your payers of being somewhere more interesting than your past residence of Earth and that's what I'm going to give you. A chance to be somewhere interesting. It could be from anime to books, it's all up to you where you want to go and since I don't want to send you high and dry, I'll give you one wish, so you can have fun in your new adventure. So, what's it going to be my child." God finished off with a knowing smile.

I couldn't believe what I heard, but I had to, it came from God himself. I sit in silence letting all this new information settle in my head when I finally actually heard the last half of what he said. I had the chance to live an entirely different life anywhere with one wish of my choice. I stroke my chin in contemplation for a little bit thinking of my options when I stop and smile.

I stand up in excitement "I have it! I know exactly what I want, for where I want to live my next life and my one wish. For where I want to live it's a Marvel universe, but one where it's not an Apocalypse and for my wish I want a Symbiote like the one from the current comics, specifically one that's like an offspring from Venom, so I could have Spider-Man's power and if possible I want the Symbiote to be part of me in every way and to have none of the weaknesses either." I finished off quickly leaving me panting for breath.

"I can do that. So, have fun and I don't expect to see you again in a long-time mister." God said confirming my wish and destination could be granted when a light started to fill the edges of my vision "Goodbye Damion." was the last thing I heard before I knew no more.

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15 years later

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I rub my eyes open and then proceeded to rub the rest of the sleep out of my eyes. I roll out of bed falling on to the ground before I stopped my fall with a single finger. I bent the finger and shot up in the air doing a front flip landing on my feet. I smirked. "I'm never going to get tired of doing this." I said thinking aloud. It had been fifteen years since my reincarnation and I had to say the Marvel universe I was reborn in was all matters of fucked up, but not in the bad way though it was just that this world was scrambled up like shit, just like my Marvel knowledge. I had gained my Symbiote the moment I was born I could feel her. You heard right I said her. Symbiotes actually had to genders huh, who would have guessed. Ink or as I have affectionately nicknamed her, fluffy, because despite being acting as if she doesn't care we both knew that was quite the opposite. [Stop your stupid monologue already or you're going to be late for your stupid human field trip] A very melodic voice answered from inside my head. See told you she cares. [Shut up already and get ready already]. Oh, yeah, I need to get dressed so that I wasn't late the field trip to Osborn Industries.

I get to my dressers rummaging through them looking for some clothes that still fit my growing body. I currently stood at an even five-eight, pretty tall for a white kid my age. I got a white plain V-neck that contrasted my black wavy hair and black eyes. I put on some black socks, jeans, and shoes and rushed out the house holding three pieces of toast between my teeth not bothering to say goodbye to my mom who had made the toast for me.

I run down the sidewalk turning a corner seeing my bus about to leave its stop, but luckily with some extra umph from Ink I moved just fast enough for were that bus diver saw me and then stopped for me to enter. I reached the bus and acted as if I was out of breath. I didn't want anyone thinking I could run like that far and fast like it was nothing. The bus doors opened letting me enter. I walked down the ail finding my usual seat that was towards the end of the bus. I sat down laying my head against the padded back and relaxed. Or tried to. "Looks like dumb ass Dane is on time for once." I look over to see one of my banes of existence talking to me. Flash Thompson the number one jock in Midtown High and all-around asshole. "Don't you something better to do than bother than me Thompson oh, I don't know like sucking of the rest of your jock squad." I said while a couple of people tried to hold in their laughter.

Flash sends me a glare showing this wasn't over, but I didn't pay him any mind. I resumed my relaxing when Fluffy decided to bother me next. [Hey I know you know the future and all that stuff and I was wondering if you going to let that Parker child become Spider-Man or not?] hm, that was a good question what was I going to do about poor Peter Parker?

If I was being honest with you Ink, I would say no and for two reasons. Reason number one: This version of Peter Parker was a total asshole and how did I know this, because the moment I tried to talk with him he brushed me of. Now this Peter Parker was smart like almost all his counterpart, but what set him apart was he used him friendship with Harry Osborn to his benefit, but this slowly led to his morals being less than up to par with the most of counter parts. Reason number two: I just didn't want him to be Spider-Man. [Okay, solid reasoning for someone like you, so I'll let it slide, but who's going to get the spider bite than?] that's an easy question to answer. The answer of course is me. With the spider strength I get from you and then the spider bite I'll be far stronger than the Spider-Man Parker would have become. [Thank you for clarifying for me sometimes I don't know what's swimming in that head of yours and that worries me.] aww [Not for you. I'm worried you're going to do something really stupid.] bah, I know you love me.

The bus started to slow down until we finally stopped. A teacher slowly stood up "Alright students please exit the bus in an orderly fashion we don't want a repeat of the Waxon incident." that last comment got a it wasn't my fault spiel. Everyone did exit the bus, but not in a orderly fashion leading to another Waxon incident. You may be wondering what a Waxon incident is and how they happened, but I only have so much inner monologue, but I can tell you the end result twelve kids with concussion the good thing happened with was that flash was among the twelve leading to me not having to deal with his insistent bitching the entire field trip. The teacher shook his head in disappointment. I look at him and thought, dude were teenagers what do think was going to happen.

After everything settled down, we all headed inside Osborn Industries. The insides were very modern using lots of shades of whites and a lot of tech everywhere. We continued walk down the halls until we came to the place that was the reason of me being here. The genetics department. I look around the area looking for the display glass boxes holding the genetically engineered spiders. Ah, found it and just like with the comics/movies one the spiders were missing. I instantly felt my spider senses going and I looked up coming face to face with a red and blue spider. The spider looked at me for a second before dropping down and proceeding to bit me in the nose. I making a loud groaning noise purposely letting people see the spider which had bit me and with that shown I smacked it hard before it even hit the ground it was dead.

With all my acting complete I asked Ink for a favor. Hey Ink I need you to make me pass out. [Gladly.] and with that everything went black going exactly as planned and before I completely lost consciousness I gave myself a mental high-five celebrating my success.