We've been living in the motel for five months now, going to different bars every time we need more money.

Unfortunately, this is one of the times I chose to go solo.

My lungs burn a bit a I run.

"Do you need me to-"

"Nope I got it!"

I knock a bunch of crates over as I round a corner, putting an obstacle in their way.

A pair of players figured out what I was doing and decided they didn't like it too much.

I round another corner and come to a dead end.

"Shit," I turn back around to run the other way but they are already there, "fuck."

I back up, keeping a good distance between them and me.

"Alright you little bitch," the one on the left points at me, "you're gonna make up for all the money you took."

These guys are actually built , unlike most of the guys I hustle from.

"Have it back," I reach into my pocket.

"Nah we don't want the money," the one on the right says as they get closer, "you're gonna work that mouth of yours on something other than lies."

"So can I now?" Venom ask as they get closer still.

"Yeah," I sigh.

Someone drops from the roof, landing behind the men.

"You know, as cute as she is," the man says, "I don't think rape is a good thing."

He's in all red and black with guns at his hips and swords on his back.

"Mind your own business," one of my pursuers snaps.

"Yeah I don't think so, Casanova," the man says as he pulls one of his guns out at the men.

One of the men runs at him trying to knock the gun away and attack him. The other grabs me and pulls me to him while pressing a knife to my throat.

"No that's not nice man," the man in red says as he beats the shit out of he other guy. He shoots the asshole then turns to us.

"Okay man, let the girl go," he points the gun at the man behind me, then looks at me, "you okay Beautiful?"

"Yep," I say with a grin, "now V."

I feel Venom take control, encasing me in himself.

I can see through his eyes as he turns to the man.

"Holy shit!"

The man backs away and tries to get away from us but Venom grabs him.

"You should be more careful about who you follow into alleys."

The man screams as Venom bites off his head.

"Wait, I've wanted to do this for a long time," Venom goes to the other guy and bites off his head too.

He carries the head and body over to the other and makes two piles.

"Pile of head, pile of bodies," he says before going back into me.

I fall over.

"Leg," I grunt.

"Sorry," he says as he pops his head out of my back and remakes the pale appendage so I can get up.

"That was fucking awesome!!"

We turn around and find the man in red jumping up and down excitedly.

"Holy shit that was cool!" He runs up to us and holds out his hand, "the name's Wade Wilson, but the people that hire me call me Deadpool."

"Marley Brock," I shake his hand, "and this is Venom."

"So question, is he what makes you a mutant or...."

"No he's an alien that can't survive without a host," I explain, "my mutation just let's me see in the dark."

"Oh, sweet!"

I laugh a bit.

"Wait, you said Marley Brock?"

"Yeah."

"As is the girl that saved 37 people from a burning building and lost her leg, Marley Brock?"

"Yeah.... Wait how did you know that?"

I take a step back from him.

"Dude a lot of people know about it, especially other mutants," he says, "it pissed everyone off when it was in the new, 'mutant girl loses leg due to the poor infrastructure of the burning building', it didn't give you any credit for it. But the other aids went on social media and told everyone the truth."

"Oh."

I didn't know that anyone outside of Atlanta knew about the nursing home, but I guess a lot of people do.

I go to the bodies and pull out their wallets.

"Wait, what are you doing in Manhattan? Shouldn't you be in Atlanta?"

"Dad and I kind of booked it once the Registration Act became a thing," I stand back up.

"So what I'm hearing is you're a couple of outlaws that need some money," he says with excitement lacing his words.

"I guess you could say that," I chuckle, "but we got it handled."

"I can see that," he gestures to the dead bodies, "but I'm talking real money. For doing stuff like that."

"You mean a mercenary?" My brows furrow.

"Yep," he pops the 'p', "or they just hire you to scare the shit out of someone."

"I don't know," killing people that were trying to hurt me is one thing, being hired to kill people I have no quarrel with is another thing.

"Well here," he hands me a card, "if ya change your mind, gimme a call."

I look at the card. It just had a phone number in the center of it.

"See ya kid I gotta get back to work!" He shouts as he runs off. A gun goes off. "RIGHT IN THE ASS!" He shouts in pain before shooting at whoever shot him.

I look at the card again before stuffing it in my pocket heading home.

"What took so long? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Dad asks as I walk through the door.

I toss the wallets and money on the bed.

"Why is there blood on these?"

"Cuz it didn't go as planned," I huff as I sit on the couch.

"What happened?" He asks looking at the wallets.

"The figured out what I was doing and weren't to happy. They chased me for a while and I lead them to an alley. Some guy named Deadpool popped outta nowhere. He helped me out. He shot one guy and V bit the other's head off."

I leave out the part about what the guys wanted, knowing it will make dad blow a fuse.

"You're okay though right?" He looks at me.

"Yeah I'm fine," I nod.

"Okay," he gets up and goes to the bathroom.

I pull out the card Wade gave me and stare at the number.

Real money.

VENOMOUS