Bang bang bang bang bang!!!

Carson frowned as he repeatedly knocked on his sister's door without receiving a reply.

" Ruth!!! Hey Ruth!!!" He called from the other side of the wooden door. " You alive in there?!"

For several seconds he didn't receive an answer like before and at the brink of busting the door down until he heard a soft but pain-stricken groan.

" Ruth? You okay?"

The youngest sibling recognized the sound of someone standing up before the bathroom door opened and was greeted by his shorter but older sister who looked as if she had gotten hit by a train.

" Yo....you don't look so hot." Carson mumbled at the sight of his messy haired, sunken eyed sister. Ruth only nodded dumbly and brushed past him without saying a word.

" Something's seriously wrong." The younger teen whispered to himself as he watched his sister walk like a zombie to her room. " Ruth never passes up an opportunity to put down my good looks....." he said to himself. " I need to get mom.....or Emma!"

Rushing down the flight of stairs, Carson entered the living room and picked up the gray home phone and hurriedly entered a number. For several moments it rang before someone picked up.

" Hey Emma this is Carson." The blonde announced. "Yeah Ruth is acting weird.....you might want to come over.....ok....bye..."

Hanging up, Carson returned the phone to its place and quietly tip-toed up the stairs. Approaching Ruth's door he cautiously peered into the teenage girl's room. To his surprise, his sister wasn't in her bed but curled up in a corner, shivering and talking quietly to herself.

" Emma better get here quick." Carson whispered before fleeing into another room. The younger sibling pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat down on the couch when he entered the living room.

" Somethings is seriously wrong with Ruth...."

~

From the her room up-stairs the dark haired teen heard her brother's comment and couldn't agree more. She felt like something was trying to embed itself into her internal organs and she was pretty sure she was having several hallucinations. Still shivering, the small teen leaned over and yanked the comforter off her bed and cocooned herself inside and tried to sleep.....emphasis on tried, it mostly was her looking in the far mirror checking for the....the thing that was in the mirror.

" It wasn't real....." she whispered to herself over and over. " It wasn't real It wasn't re-"

" It was very real! Thank you very much!" The voice from before interrupted rudely.
" I am in your head and seriously getting tired of your nonsense Ruth."

The girl yelped and brought the coveres over her head, engulfing herself in the darkness.

" The blanket isn't going to do anything, I am still here."

" Who are you?!" Demanded the muffled voice of Ruth from under her fortress of blanket. She heard a low chuckle and against her will, the blanket started to peel away, giving the teen view of the black goo from the night before. Cringing, Ruth backed herself to the corner of the wall ( which wasn't very far because she was already there) and braced herself when a moving substance inched closer and started to take form.

" Ruth.....we are-"

It stopped before it could finish and in a weird way absorbed into her skin just as the door opened. Standing in the doorway was Emma and her brother, both had a concerned look on their face.

" Get in bed right now missy!" Emma demand when she felt her friend's forehead. " Your burning up!"

" I-I'm cold......" Ruth stated as she crawled onto her bed and laid on top of the sheets.

" I can fix that." The voice whispered in her head.

" Please stop talking" Ruth hissed at the voice, which was now getting on her nerves.

" Sheesh." Emma scoffed as she threw up her arms. " Someone's grumpy when their sick."

" Sorry that wasn't-never mind.." Ruth sighed. " You wouldn't understand."

" Yeah Probably." The blonde replied while picking up her friend's blanket. " I'll leave you to get some rest...."

Else where at a classified s.h.i.e.l.d. location....

Agent Hill frowned when she got the report about the mission that had taken place only nights ago, that now had gone hay-wire.

" Fury isn't going to be pleased." The dark haired officer whispered as she speed walked down the facility's empty hallway. With the file of the report in hand, Hill made her way to her commanding officer's well....uh office. Turning around a blind corner she paused when she was the door with Fury's name on it. After this report he wasn't going to be happy....not happy at all. Shaking her head, the agent knocked lightly and received an answer before she had even finished.

" Fill me on what happened Hill." The gruff voice of Nick Fury demanded. Entering the room Agent Hill pulled out the report and fulfilled his request.

" One of our agents want rouge and sabotaged the jet with the cargo sir. Luckily enough our men got him. Agent Serrel planned on selling "it" to a local armsdealer, but that didn't work out when the jet crazed while it flew through an unexpected hurricane."

" What about the cargo Hill?"

" We recovered most of it, but unfortunately we lost some."

Fury sighed and rubbed his temples in agitation.

" And I'm guessing the Symbiote wasn't recovered." The dark skinned man asked. Agent Hill said nothing and only nodded. Agent Fury frowned deeply and shook his head.

" That thing is dangerous......I think.....I think I'm going to have to make a call...Hill can you get me in touch with Stark or T'challa? If anyone might know something about this thing it would be them. Now Go! We haven't much time!"

Agent Hill nodded and left the room quickly. After she left Fury sighed again.

" I just hope it hasn't found a host.....if it has found someone corrupt......Lord help us all...."