Twilight: We Are Venom!

—-Author Note—

First I want to clarify something, this is a preview, something for you to know what I'm working on... on my Patreön, this will not get daily updates yet. This is... a sample.

I will start updating this here once I have a big enough stash of chapters. This chapter is simple to show what's next.

If you want to check the chapters I have ahead go check https://www.patreón.com/cornbringer

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Dying was something I expected from the moment I first decided to join the army, after all, if you are ready to kill, you should also be ready to die, but what I didn't expect was to be murdered by my own comrades, the men I called brothers, for that... I wasn't prepared.

I never expected that those I considered my family, those with whom I had lived the hardest moments of my life, those I had fought toe to toe out of the toughest moments, would cold bloodily shoot me for nothing more than money. And the worst part was that they didn't even have the decency to make it quick, no… they wanted me to suffer, five shots, one in each hand, one in each knee, and one in the stomach... Probably one of the most painful deaths I could have imagined.

I suffered for a long period of time, agonizing alone in an abandoned warehouse, unable to move, unable to do anything.... knowing that death was coming to me, slowly....

And the worst part was, that just now while I was laying in my blood, suffering, a realization had come over me, I didn't want to die, not yet, I wasn't ready.

But I knew this was something I couldn't escape from, no matter how much I wanted to.

In my heart, there was no regrets of any kind, apart from the fact that I was not going to be able to kill the sons of bitches who had betrayed me, but besides that, nothing… in the end, I had no one waiting for me, my mother had already died of cancer a few years prior to me joining the army, and my father… Well, I had never met the guy... so in short, I didn't have any living relatives who would mourn my loss.

Well, I guess I do have one other regret… besides not killing the bastards that left me to die, and that was dying completely alone… pathetic, but I think I am allowed to be… just for this time.

"I hope those bastards burn in hell," I would give everything to end them, but alas, I can't... my eyelids are now heavier than anything I had ever lifted, and my body is sleeping soundly, all pain and earthly attachments finally gone, death… what a beautifully terrifying event.

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I was sure I died, yet I felt very much alive but somewhat suspended, I tried opening my eyes to see what had happened, perhaps someone had saved me, but I couldn't. They wouldn't respond. Was perhaps all this just some post-death hallucination?

No, I was alive, that much I was sure of, I could feel my heartbeat, and something else I wasn't quite sure what.

As I tried desperately to open my eyes, I felt something at my side, something or someone was moving my body, and little by little I felt a cold air invade my body, making me shiver in the cold ever so slightly.

Once again, I tried to open my eyes, to no avail.

"Congratulations, Ms and Mr Brandon. You are the parents of a handsome and healthy baby boy," said a new voice, which by how close it sounded, it was the person moving me.

Baby boy?!… hold that thought for a minute… WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK!? I thought as a silent panic attack started to build inside me.

With confusion adding to the mix and my thoughts going haywire, I felt a strange need to cry, and without even giving that thought a second thought, I did… I cried, and no matter how much I tried to control it, the tears just kept flowing, and the fact that my cries sounded like a newborn baby didn't help my mental state. As I cried, I felt someone poking and checking things that I couldn't see. Soon enough, however, I felt something soft wrap itself around me, giving me some needed warmth. And while this was nice, I was still crying, god please end me… again.

But something magical happened, like a click, I stopped crying as soon as I felt someone else take hold of me, but unlike whoever was holding me before, I felt safe now, giving me even more warmth. Whoever was holding seemed tired, but focused on trying to soothe me with soft humming and small caresses.

I felt safe, happy… and with the little rationality I had left, I couldn't help but wonder what in the hell was going on. Was I really a baby now… what kind of afterlife is this.

After managing to calm down a bit, I once again attempted to open my eyes, getting considerably better results this time, but once again things started to add to the baby theory, for my eyes couldn't see well at all, struggling to adapt to light in the room.

Though it didn't take more than a few seconds for my eyes to adapt, once my eyes were finally working I took in my surroundings, trying to understand my situation better.

With the little visual information I had, I saw the person holding me, a woman, with brown hair and blue moon eyes…. Eyes that looked at me with obvious fondness and love.

With tears streaking her face, the unknown woman smiled as she spoke. "Hello there, my baby," she said softly. "I am so happy that you are finally here."

My baby…. I thought in realization, and fear. So I really got reincarnated...

I didn't get any time to accept this morbid fact, because as soon as she greeted me she brought me closer to her, and hugged me. I was fully expecting this to feel weird, considering my adult mind, and current state of mind, but instead, it was actually very comforting. It was as though all the fear I had been feeling before was gone, I knew this was illogical, but my body was screaming at me to trust her blindly, and without even noticing I was hugging her back or at least trying to, prompting her to give me a kiss on my forehead.

"I'll be in the office, I have stuff to do, remember tomorrow I leave for a business trip, I expect my clothes ready by that time," said a man in the back of the room with a tired tone, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of asshole orders a woman to do shit, after she recently gave birth, "What will you name him?"

"Jack… Jack Harrison Brandon,"

"Very well," A new voice piped in, "Date of birth, February 09, 1891 - Name, Jack Harrison Brandon,"

Fuck…

Oh, fuck indeed.  A voice whispered inside my head, as an image of said voice formed inside my confused brain, an image too realistic to ignore.

Double fuck.