Agent Venom Flash Thompson Novels & Stories

signature: cold, precise, and fundamentally transactional. Avery Vane-Thorne was in the A****n Deep-Node when the stutter hit. She felt it as a violent "System-Shock." The silver-violet veins in her arms flared a harsh, neon blue—the color of the old Thorne-Ares logos. "Tommy, report," Avery projected, her neural-link straining against a new, artificial layer of encryption that was blooming within the Sombra’s code like a digital weed.

Flash! The sound of camera flashes answered one another breaking the silence of the studio along with whispers of concern that began to spread among the journalists entirely this morning. Alistair Vance stepped forward, placing his palm on Vivienne's plump shoulder with a protective movement that was far too dramatic in front of the media lenses' spotlight. "We from the Vance clan will not remain silent seeing how the daughter of our alliance was mentally and financially tortured by Thorne Enterprises!" Alistair barked with an old, loud, authoritative baritone voice full of legal pressure entirely this morning. "The tax evasion documents and logistics paralysis that happened to Dominic's com

I lifted her upright slightly, cradling her against myself, but her body sagged limply, another cough sending crimson down the front of her underclothes. And then I saw it. Around the faint red punctures, her skin had begun to discolor-a purplish hue spreading slowly outward like ink bleeding through paper. The tips of her fingers, too, had already darkened, her hand twitching faintly in his grasp. It all came together in a sickening flash of realization. The Purple Venom Viper. My blood ran cold. I had only heard stories-the serpent said to live deep in forbidden groves, its bite so venomous it could turn flesh to ash within hours. Victims rarely survived unless treated immediately.

"Call the Judge. In the meantime, I am the proxy. And I am authorizing the treatment." She turned to the Chief of Medicine, who was standing nervously by the ICU doors. "Dr. Aris, take this vial. It was formulated by Arthur Thorne. It is an enzymatic stabilizer specifically designed to counter the synthetic toxin Beatrice Thorne has been using. If you don't use it now, he will be brain dead in an hour." "But the risks, Miss Vance..." the doctor stuttered. "If it fails..." "If it fails, I take the blame," she said. "But if you don't try, you’re an accomplice to a murder."

And then, with a feral roar, she surged upright, tackled him into the wall again, and brought a silver dagger hilt-deep into his thigh. Agony. The world flared white. He collapsed, panting, limbs heavy. The silver pulsed in his blood. He tried to move—couldn’t. The venom of it was spreading fast. She didn’t wait. As his body writhed in agony, as his limbs spasmed and his vision darkened, she stepped forward and swung again—brutal, efficient. Her clawed hand slammed into the side of his skull. The world exploded in light and static.

Blood sprayed, soaking his shirt. "Chris!" I screamed. Vanessa pointed at us, yelling, "Shut them up! Cut them into pieces! My husband is Clarence Thompson! Whatever happens, I've got this!" The goons closed in, their blades glinting. Chris stood firm, his voice shaking with fury. "The Thompsons, huh? Now this is war!" Another knife struck, slicing into his abdomen. He grunted, blood spilling onto me, hot and metallic. A goon swung a chair, smashing it over his head.

He threw up a vast amount of blood and alcohol and fell to his knees on the floor. “Wh…wha…what di…did you d…do?” Thompson stammered asking the obvious. Chase had poisoned his drink. “Ugh stop whining, Thompson. It’s nothing much. Just a little bit of cyanide in your whisky, doctor,” Chase said, leaning towards him on the floor.” “Please! Please…don’t…kill…me. I have kids,” Thompson begged. Chase blasted into laughter. “Oh, sure! I will not kill you Thompson. Yet, if you fail to comply, you might still die,” Chase warned.

“What happened? What's going on with him?’’ Regal kept asking as he ignited the engines. Thompson bolted out that moment, joining us in the car with just a towel around his waist and another hanging on his neck. “Thompson please. We can't afford to waste anymore time and you're not even dressed.’’ I wept. “Move.’’ He commanded Regal who started the car immediately. Even the noise of the revving car engines as we sped along the road wasn't enough to block the pulsating beats of my bleeding heart against my ears. There was only one answer. Adrian had taken poison, and Annalise fed him with it. “We are here.’’ Regal announced, turning down the engines. I slipped out of the car immediately, spri

He took down a few more, but the others were relentless. One of them landed a lucky blow, slicing Venom's leg with a dagger. He growled low in his chest and gritted his teeth, the pain fueling his anger. Another intruder struck, but Venom countered with a swift bite, knocking the man crashing to the ground where his throat was ripped out. As the fight raged on, Venom noticed that the intruders were unusually strong. They seemed to be enhanced, their movements almost supernatural. He narrowly avoided a dagger thrust, his eyes widening in surprise.

He couldn't even imagine how brutal it would be to inject so many vials at once! "Yes, sir," he said with a sharp nod. In no time, over a hundred vials of Adrenaline were injected into Kelvin's body. Kelvin was in unbearable pain, and he screamed, "Argh! Frederick Lester! I'll never forgive you! And you, Byron Morrison! I'll curse your whole family! I'm a noble! How dare you do this to me?! The Thompsons will hunt you down and kill everyone!" The pain drove him to madness, his eyes bloodshot and twitching uncontrollably like he was being electrocuted. Eventually, he passed out from the agony.