The Debut..?

Later that day as the evening sky was painted with shades of deep red and orange William set out from the Xavier mansion fully equipped with his new suit making him look heroic to the students watching with mouths agape from below and soon the cacophony of cheers began to emanate from the manor grounds as they all waved William off with smiles and eyes beaming with joy.

Within the office of Charles Xavier.

"Are you sure we shouldn't have tried harder to recruit him, he has so much potential!" Storm says with furrowed brows.

Charles turns to face her.

"We had some time to come to an understanding as we walked and while he didn't join us he did offer us his aide in times of need, so that must be enough at least for now." Xavier said with a calm expression.

Storm's expression softened "Thats something at least, hopefully it doesn't come to that though."

As William was casually flying back to the city.

At the same time

The night in Central Park was eerily quiet, the usual hum of the city muffled by a thick blanket of clouds.

Beneath the canopy of trees, shadows danced as a cool wind whispered through the leaves.

Far above, something streaked across the sky, blazing brighter than a shooting star. It hurtled downward, splitting the night with a deafening crack as it crashed into the park's north meadow.

The impact sent dirt and debris flying, and for a moment, everything was still.

Then, movement.

From the smoking crater, a slick, black substance began to stir. The symbiote shifted and pulsed, as though tasting the air, searching for something.

Its fragmented consciousness was drawn by instinct, a need to bond, to survive.

It slithered out of the crater, weaving silently through the grass, heading toward the faint sound of footsteps.

Elsewhere in the Park

Peter Parker swung low over the trees, his web line snapping taut as he adjusted his trajectory. His patrol had been uneventful so far, and he was starting to feel the weariness of another long night.

"Just one peaceful evening," he muttered, flipping onto a lamppost and crouching to scan the area. "Is that too much to ask?"

His spider sense tingled faintly, like an itch at the back of his skull. Peter frowned, glancing around the dimly lit park. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but the feeling didn't go away.

He dropped to the ground, moving cautiously toward the source of the strange sensation. The grass beneath his feet was damp, the air thick with an unnatural stillness.

That's when he saw it—a shimmering black puddle, writhing and pulsating like a living thing.

"What in the…" Peter stepped closer, his curiosity overriding his better judgment.

The symbiote lunged.

Before Peter could react, the black mass shot toward him, enveloping his arm. He yelped, trying to shake it off, but the creature was relentless.

It spread rapidly across his body, wrapping him in a sleek, black shell.

"Get off me!" Peter shouted, his voice muffled as the symbiote covered his face.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Peter stood, his form completely transformed. His new black suit shimmered under the faint moonlight, the jagged white spider emblem across his chest almost glowing.

A voice echoed in his mind, cold and unfamiliar. "We are Venom."

Peter staggered back, his breaths shallow. The power coursing through him was intoxicating, but it came with an undercurrent of rage—raw, unfiltered, and overwhelming.

"No," he muttered, clutching his head. "I'm in control. This is my body."

The symbiote didn't respond.

It was already probing deeper, binding itself to Peter!

Peters vision went black and the symbiote effectively took over.

"We are Venom, and we are hungry..." Venom snarls, his tongue lashing out in disturbing length

Jonah Jameson's office was filled with the usual clutter, papers piled high, the faint smell of stale coffee, and a room bathed in the flickering light of a desk lamp. He was fuming, his hands gripping a fresh edition of the Daily Bugle, eyes scanning the headline: "Spider-Man: Hero or Menace?"

The thought of Spider-Man enraged Jonah, but what he saw on the screen of his tablet moments ago would be enough to make even him hesitate.

"Sir," Marla's voice broke through his thoughts, a tremor of anxiety creeping through her usual professionalism. "You need to see this."

Jonah didn't look up. "If it's another 'Spider-Man saves the day' fluff piece, I swear I'll—"

But his words caught in his throat as Marla dropped the tablet onto his desk. The footage on the screen was chaotic, it was Spider-Man, but not the Spider-Man Jonah knew.

The black suit, the twisted movements, the unnatural violence… it was wrong.

Jonah's eyes narrowed as he zoomed in on the footage. Spider-Man, or something that looked like him, swung through the streets with brutal precision.

His movements weren't the usual acrobatic style. There was no grace, just raw, destructive force.

"This is madness," Jonah muttered. "What is he doing?"

The video shifted to street-level shots. Spider-Man slammed a thug into the side of a building, leaving a crater in the wall.

His grip tightened around the criminal's throat, lifting him off the ground. But it wasn't the usual threat, Spider-Man wasn't talking, wasn't warning.

He was consuming.

The criminal struggled for breath, his face turning purple, but Spider-Man's black suit seemed to twitch, almost alive, as it began to open like a mouth.

The victim's scream was swallowed by the sound of squelching, and Jonah recoiled as the thug was devoured.

"Get the hell out of here! Now!" Jonah barked at Marla, who flinched and scrambled out of his office.

"Sir, the police have been trying to stop him," Marla said, voice tight with fear. "Reports are coming in... He's killing them, Jonah. The criminals. The gang members. He's… eating them."

Jonah's stomach twisted as he stared at the screen. The symbiote that had taken over Peter Parker's body wasn't just making a statement, it was feeding.

The very thing that was supposed to be a hero had turned into a monster, a predator, devouring those it deemed unworthy.

Meanwhile, in the Streets of New York

Spider-Man—Venom—moved through the streets like a shadow. The black suit clung to him, its form constantly shifting, responding to the rage and hunger that burned through his veins.

The city was his playground, and the criminals in it were nothing more than prey.

He dropped onto a street corner, landing with a thud that cracked the pavement beneath him. A group of gang members stood nearby, counting their cash, oblivious to the new threat.

They turned, startled by the sudden landing.

"Who the hell are you?" one of them sneered, drawing a weapon.

Venom's head tilted, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his face. "You're food." His voice was deep, distorted, and alien—a voice of hunger.

Before the criminals could react, Venom moved. With a blur of motion, he was on them, each swing of his limbs faster than a bullet.

The gang members tried to fight back, but their blows barely registered against the enhanced strength of the symbiote.

He grabbed one by the throat, lifting him into the air. The man gasped for breath as the black suit stretched open, like a mouth opening wide.

A grotesque, wet sound echoed as the symbiote's tendrils shot out, consuming him. Venom's form shifted and pulsated with the movement, savoring the essence of his prey.

"Not so tough now, are you?" Venom growled, his voice a guttural growl as he finished feeding.

The remaining criminals fled in terror, but the symbiote gave chase, moving faster than any normal man could. With one swift motion, Venom ensnared another, his tendrils latching around the man's torso, lifting him high.

There was no fight, no resistance. The symbiote's hunger was insatiable.

"I'll eat all of you," Venom whispered as he dragged his victim toward his gaping maw. With each gulp, the man's struggles became weaker, until he was nothing more than a limp, lifeless body.

In another part of the city.

Jonah Jameson sat at his desk, his fingers pounding the keys of his typewriter with a rhythm that was more frantic than focused.

The city outside his office window was alive with sirens, flashing lights, and the distant echoes of chaos that seemed to be following Spider-Man's black-suited rampage.

But Jameson wasn't concerned with the street-level chaos; he was focused on one thing: The truth.

With every word he typed, his anger bubbled to the surface. The truth about Spider-Man needed to be known. No more lies. No more "friendly neighborhood hero" nonsense.

This was the moment that would expose everything for what it was.

He could still hear the echoes of the footage that had been sent to him earlier—the screams of the criminals, their terror as Spider-Man, no, not Spider-Man anymore, Venom had consumed them.

It was like a dark dream that he couldn't shake.

As the words came spilling out, Jameson's fury was almost palpable.

Headline:

"SPIDER-MAN REVEALED AS A MONSTER—A PREDATOR IN OUR MIDST!"

The so-called "hero" of New York shows his true, terrifying colors—devouring criminals in the streets.

For years, the people of New York have been fooled into believing Spider-Man was a friendly neighborhood hero. But tonight, the mask comes off, and what we've learned is beyond horrifying.

Spider-Man, once seen as a protector, has revealed himself to be something far more sinister. Reports flooding in from across the city show Spider-Man, now in a new black suit, has gone rogue, turning against the very criminals he once sought to stop.

What we are witnessing is a full-on rampage as Spider-Man devours criminals, leaving only lifeless husks in his wake. Eyewitnesses report seeing Spider-Man, now in a dark, alien-like suit, engage in brutal violence and consuming his victims in a grotesque display of hunger.

This is no longer the web-slinger we once admired. This is a predator, a cold, merciless monster unleashed on our city.

It's time to face the truth: Spider-Man has been hiding in plain sight, playing the role of hero, while masking his true nature. The mask is off. Spider-Man is a danger to everyone in New York!

The city deserves to know the truth. It's time we stop calling him a hero and start recognizing Spider-Man for what he truly is.

Jonah finalized the page and sent it out to be printed.

It was late evening when William finally arrived in New York. He had spent the entire day training, pushing his Saiyan abilities to their limits under the guidance of the X-Men at the Xavier Institute. His body ached from the intense exercises, but his mind was clear.

It was a rare moment of peace for the young Saiyan, but as he neared the city, a deep unease settled over him, something he couldn't shake.

The skyline of New York stretched out before him, glistening in the evening lights, but there was something off in the air. The usual hum of the city, its bustling energy, its sirens and distant chatter felt wrong.

A palpable tension hung in the atmosphere.

Then he heard it: the distant rumble of explosions, followed by a series of rapid gunshots. His heart skipped a beat. The calm of the city had shattered.

Peter was struggling to take back control of his body, but nothing was working it was like he was trying to fight gravity.

"GIVE.. ME BACK.. MY BODY.." Peter roared internally

Venom laughs as he throws the emaciated corpse of a gang member at another group who were firing their weapons at him sending them sprawling to take cover! 

One of them managed to roll into a standing position and raise his gun, but as he looked up, he was met with the gaping black maw of the creature. He stood frozen in shock as the jaws clamped shut, spraying blood and bone in all directions.

One of the gangsters started sprinting towards safety, leaving behind his companion who stood paralyzed, a puddle forming beneath his trembling legs.

"Our..." Crunch! "Body!" Slurp! venom said between bites as he savored his latest victim, he tossed the corpse aside and began approaching the fear frozen man who was left behind!

"PPPPlleease... DDD.." the man stuttered as he begged.

Venom began to open his jaws but stopped before he got close, he could feel a sudden appearance of abundant life energy!

Venom began to swing away toward the source with a look of pure excitement and hunger on his face, he had never felt anything like this before, none of the symbiotes have!

It wasn't long before he started to see a soft glow in the distance approaching his previous location, saliva poured from venoms mouth as he started actually thinking about changing host's!

"This body is strong... But that one is Extraordinary!" venom ponders.

William finally arrives at the site of destruction and began to scan his surroundings with Suprise.

"It looks like a warzone, and the bodies!" William says sternly as he beheld the headless and desiccated corpses that littered the area.

William strains to detect the presence of the creature responsible, but all he perceives are the civilians clustered in their homes, which heightens his concern.

"This thing could be anywhere," William grumbles with frustration.

He was on the verge of abandoning the area when a sudden premonition made him adopt a defensive stance. However, he failed to notice the black tentacle stealthily winding around his left leg.

Suddenly, it constricted and seized William, swinging him through the air before hurling him to the ground, making the earth tremble. Amidst the rising dust cloud, William stood, gripping the writhing black tentacle firmly in his hand.

In the distance, Venom, inhabiting Peter's body, was having trouble retracting his tentacle. After several seconds of struggle, Venom, with a fierce snarl, severed the tentacle from his main body, and William threw the lifeless appendage aside and glared at the symbiote using his brother's body.

"I can't use too much power, or I might injure Peter. I'd better stick to open hand strikes and use about 10% of my effort," William thought as he observed his opponent across from him.

With a grunt, William began to activate his aura, causing a slight tremor in the surrounding air. This phenomenon caught the attention of some braver civilians peeking out of their windows, witnessing a man clad in an impressive suit that radiated a vibrant green glow with blue undertones, confronting a monster composed of dark biomass.

Those who were not as shocked began livestreaming and taking photos almost immediately, sparking a media frenzy. Soon after, news helicopters were dispatched to capture and report on the event.

The first helicopter to arrive was witness to the beginning of the fight as Venom charged at the new hero, with an audible boom Viridian is sent flying in the opposite direction for a block before he uses his energy to stop himself!

William's smirk broadened as he took in the negligible damage from the attack, a testament to his astonishing newfound power. He gazed at his hand in awe, the air rippling around it as he clenched his fist, a visible sign of the force he now wielded.

He formed a ball of energy in his hand that soon morphed into a hollow circle that after it fully charged began to float quickly over the twitching form of Venom!

William clapped his hands together which signaled the circle to begin closing around Venom!

"Warbling noises"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Venom struggled relentlessly against the energy that was attempting to wrap around him but it wasnt long before the orb closed fully encasing the symbiote in the cage of emerald energy.

William smirked as his gamble worked but the work wasn't finished just yet...

He reached into his system space and pulled out his Power Pole which he expanded to double its usual girth!

Venom, still furiously battling against his confinement, noticed the weapon in his adversary's grasp and intensified his efforts to break free. His jaws gaped in a silent bellow as he thrashed with increasing ferocity, to the extent that bits of biomass began to shred away in small fragments.

With a confident stride, William advanced, executing several mocking "practice swings." As he closed in to the perfect range, he assumed the stance of a batter, pulling his arms back in preparation to swing the staff he wielded with intent.

William swung!

"DONG!"

"DONG!"

"DONG!"

He repeatedly assaulted the cage of energy which began to ring like a bell causing the symbiote within to retch and scream in agony as if remembering some kind of generational trauma.

the symbiote began clawing at its own biomass sending chunks of black goo to cover every inch of the cage!

Believing he had triumphed, William began to open part of his cage, only to discover his brother laboring to rise, with a dark mass pooling ominously on the ground beneath him. Seeing Spiderman struggling to escape, William dashed over to lend his aid!

As he nears the cage to assist his brother the black goo under him lashes out and collapses around them both but under the black goo the sound of a clap was heard.

The cage closed back around the goo which seemed to surprise the mass.

William who was inside clutching his drained brother had managed to form a barrier of ki energy around him and peters body but the black mass seemed to be adapting to devour the energy, after he sees he supercharges the cage around them all and has it implode on the creature!

"Crunch!" 

The barrier disintegrated around the flailing symbiote, which was quickly condensed into a sphere amid a roar filled with rage.

William plucked it from the air and stowed it securely within his system space before it could cause any more trouble!

William, who was now alone with his unconscious little brother, began to think before he pulled a senzu bean from his suit and helped his brother swallow the thing!

Within a minute Spiderman shot up in fright remembering being used like a puppet and was visibly shook by the event.

He saw his brother standing there in an extremely impressive suit which drew his curiosity before he reorganized his thoughts and began to ask.

"What happened all that i remember is a void and voices in my head" spiderman said anxiously hoping he didn't get face hugged by an alien or something!

William started to recount his observations, and Spiderman was clearly shaken by the revelations, prompting him to swing away in anguish. William was torn between the urge to follow and the understanding that Peter needed time to accept that the actions were not truly his own.

William stuck around for a moment longer before he began to float away, he was unaware that there was a speck of black goo on his back that soon sank began to sink into his suit!

He began flying away from the scene while people finally began leaving their houses

William flew home and began to rest for the night!