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|Freyja's POV|

9 years. It has been nine years since my parents died. And it has been nine years since I've changed.

In the past, I remembered being a good girl. Always smiling. Playing with friends, happily letting my days pass by. Like any other girl out in this god forsaken world.

Yet, I wasn't luckily enough to get a normal life. There was something that I was afraid to remember. And I never want to. But I knew that I needed to, however, my heart becomes so painful whenever I try to.

Doctors say it's PTSD, and I agree with them. They also say that I can get over it, sadly, it wasn't easy. Because every time I would, I would get seizures, and that's obviously something I don't like.

That's why I don't like remembering it, but I didn't want it to stay like that. So, for the past two years, my mentor helped me to slowly get past it, which didn't help much, but it still did, even for only a bit.

But, leaving that behind, after my parents funeral, I just found out that Fury, my parents' boss, was my real father. I obviously didn't get it back then, but I was fast to understand.

However, going over past that, when I found out that Fury was my father, he didn't adopt me, rather, he had his past lover adopt me. Kinda...rude, right? Anyways, Samantha, Fury's past lover that he dumped so that S.H.I.E.L.D's enemies wouldn't use her as leverage slash now my mother, was very kind to me.

She taught me manners, elegance, and helped me with my education, something my late parents couldn't give me. God I miss them.

Then there was my half-sister, Michelle. She is a year older than me, and was close to being a young, female version of Fury, to be honest. She isn't as cunning as him, but she acts like him.

When we were kids, she was a bit odd. Different from normal kids, but who am I to say that? Michelle was just really, really chill.

Even though we didn't get along well at first, me basically just appearing in her life with her father then him suddenly disappearing again and all, but since we live in the same household, and was still a kid, she learned to warm up to me. When you would ask what they think about Michelle, they would say something like, "She's cool.", "Weird.", "A bitch", "Emo." and "Chill.", but they don't really know who she is.

It's true that she's all that, but inside that badass wall she built around herself, is a similarly badass girl, just with more emotions showing. When it comes to me, she'd openly show everything.

She won't have to act like she usually does with others, always looking cold and calculating when we were alone, because we've known each other for most our lives. And other than Fury, Natasha, and mom, she's the only one to get me to take my mask of.

Let me tell you, I always where a mask. Not face masks, but metaphorical ones. Ones to hide my true feelings.

To keep myself from breaking completely.

In school, I was all smiles no frowns. Always the happy-go-lucky girl. The "Princess".

But in reality, I was just broken, but somehow, still intact. Weird, but that's how Fury described me.

Obviously, I was taken to psychiatrists, but it only helped a bit.

Going back to the topic, I talked a bit about my past, my parents, Fury, my family, and a bit of myself. And now, more about the past.

After getting saved from my abduction, I was sent to the hospital to recuperate. I was malnourished, lacked blood, had too many scars for any normal person to have, and PTSD. It wasn't the best condition for a person, especially a child, but I suffered through it.

For nearly a month, I stayed cooped up in a hospital room. Doctors and nurses would come and go, sometimes I would get sent out for some check ups, occasionally have flashbacks, and always have nightmares. But then. I met her.

Gwen Stacy. A girl that got lost and somehow found herself in the hospital wing where my room was. Heard a sound come from the room beside her and *bam*, found my nearly hyperventilating after another nightmare.

That's where our relationship start. After finding out about me, Gwen, with her father, frequenting the hospital for a case of his, and her following along, she would come to my room. At first, it was due to curiosity.

I still couldn't understand how her father would just let a 5 year old roam around a hospital, but I let it be. With Gwen's frequent visits, the company she brought helped maintain my sanity. I was still practically a doll back then, but at least I didn't yearn for death, even though I did meet Death.

With Gwen's helped, I gained a somewhat stable mind. Gwen's father found out what she was doing while he was working on his case, so he was glad that she was actually taking care of someone at such a young age.

Then, I was finally able to leave. When I was told that, Gwen was there.

During our time together, we formed a connection. We were best friends, and because of that, we became inseparable. With me out of the hospital, I became less depressed, but, as Gwen told me, I was "emotionless".

I didn't smile, I didn't frown, I didn't show any kind of expression. The only way Gwen didn't leave me was because of how I treated her from the rest. I basically clung to her while maintaining the same look.

Years passed by, Gwen was always beside me. She helped me with all my problems, and I did the same.

Slowly, I "changed". I "went back" to being the happy-go-lucky girl that I was, never showing any signs of pain. But, nevertheless, it was just a mask.

Though I didn't want to lie to Gwen, I did not want her to be burdened by my depression, or worse, leave me. I have grown to rely on her, the girl was my life line. She put a smile on my face, a small yet genuine one.

I made memories with Gwen, many of them, and all of them were happy ones. Yet, even with all of them creating a space for joy in my mind, it would always get corrupted with any kind of negative thoughts I can think off.

I always somehow ruin anything good that comes to mind. A simple memory of Gwen smiling at me would suddenly turn into one filled with disgust as the "What if"s come rolling in.

Because of this, I never was happy, always questioning everything, making everything join my gloomy world while lying at every time I can.

And now, one of my most feared "What if" question came true. 'What if Gwen would cheat on me, a useless waste of space that didn't deserve to live?'

I was always paranoid, even though I didn't show it. Because of that, the first thing I had my mentor teach me was how to hide my emotions, so that no one would know what I was truly feeling. That's why I was "never" sad.

Then, because I wanted to celebrate our one year anniversary, because I wanted to show how much I loved Gwen, how much I cherished her, I worked as a temporary S.H.I.E.L.D -a secret one after the original S.H.I.E.L.D was shut down- agent thanks to my "father" to get her a $8,900 necklace that used to be her grandmother's, which she had to begrudgingly sell when they were financially unstable.

Since I wasn't an official member of S.H.I.E.L.D, I wasn't given any big missions, but instead, small ones that had a minimum amount of violence in it. It was the deal "father" had made with the council for a future potential like me, since I have yet to permanently become a member.

Tracking down the necklace was tough, but with the latest tech S.H.I.E.L.D has to offer, it didn't take more than a day to find it. Gwen luckily had a photo of it, and even if it was the old type of photo, where it was mostly brown, I was still able to find it.

Then, with the money I earned from multiple missions that barely gave me time to even get a wink of rest, I was able to but the necklace from a snobby rich bitch that I had to threaten to even be able to get close to it.

With my objective complete, thanks to Michelle helping me out with the really easy missions, which was hacking into gangs and the like, I immediately went to Gwen's apartment/parents' apartment.

But what I saw broke- no, crushed nearly all of my already tattered heart that barely held on thanks to her support, which was ironically now in this state because of her. I've had tons of heartbreak before, but Gwen was just the most painful one.

Not just because she was cheating on my with our best friend, but also because she thought that °I° was cheating on °her°. With my own step-sister, though we kept it a secret for the sake of protection.

And now? After all the problems, the pains, the sufferings, the attempted suicides, the self-harm that I've done, I just...gave up once more. But it looks like I won't be dying anytime soon with this gal in me.

Carnage/Na-Na: "_It's fine, Freyja. Just open your eyes and let your problems fly away._"

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The moment I ran away from Gwen, Carnage, an alien called a Klyntar, but more commonly called a Symbiote, a creature that acts like a parasite that looks for a host, just to make its life easier, which used to be paired with a man, a serial killer, and now paired with me after the man was defeated was defeated by Venom, Carnage's mother and her host.

I was watching the epic fight between two Symbiotes and Ghost Spider at the time, hiding with the civilians. I saw how Venom pulled the man out of Carnage's mouth after multiple attempts of getting close to it, when Carnage suddenly turned into a goop.

The man, refusing to lose, fought hopelessly against the Venom pair, giving Carnage some time to somehow find its way to where the civilians hid stealthily and somehow latched onto me without me noticing.

I only found out about its existence after I arrived home. I was obviously afraid that it would eat me, but after silencing me and explaining about things about its race and about itself and something like the Symbiote receiving a part of its host's personality and some promises of not hurting me as long as I help it, did I reluctantly calm down.

After that, a weird bond formed between us two. I was naturally irked by what it ate, but with a broken mind, I already learned to accept it as it is. Like I'd refuse something that can help me out in turn.

Sometimes though, Carnage, which I dubbed as "Na-Na" by repeating a syllable of its name two times, would want to go on a rampage to cause carnage because of its race's instinct, which I tried my best to avoid it happening with promises of more "food" instead.

However, when Carnage suddenly sounded concerned when I started to think about suicide once more, something just made me feel that I should just let Carnage be. And that's why we were at the tallest building we could find.

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Following Carnage's request, something different from the usual her, I opened my eyes, which I could easily tell from the tears. Though, I didn't expect the scene in front of me.

I remember the sun setting when I arrived in Gwen's apartment, so, since half of the sun was still visible, it meant that what felt like hours of sadness for me, was only minutes in reality. But, I have to admit, I was glad Carnage brought me here.

The view was simply...majestic. The sun setting over the sea was something I never thought I would like, but here I was, entranced by something so simple yet so wonderful at the same time.

"Na-Na...it's beautiful..." I unconsciously let out, causing Carnage, who went back inside my body after being let out, come out once more, only, her head materialized with bunch of tendril-like things connecting itself to my back.

Carnage: "Grrrr. Don't really know what's so great about this, but humans get weird when they see the sun set. Still think ripping someone's leg off is better." She growled as she positioned herself right beside me.

Hugging my legs, I rested my chin on my knees, afraid that the moment I look down, I'd have the urge to jump, only to be saved by Carnage.

"*Giggles* Me too, Na-Na... *sighs* me too. The sunset, I mean. And no ripping of legs. Or any kind of limb in general." I reprimand my partner, not accepting the way she treats her "food".

Carnage: "_Come on, Frey... I'm still insane! So you must have some insanity hidden inside of you! Just imagine...how a human scream for its worthless life as you slowly rip off its arm. The hopelessness it shows as it would know it couldn't do anything, yet it still tries to escape! Hahaha! Frey! Let it out! Let out your ins-_"

"STOP!" I didn't want to hear what Carnage had to say. I knew of her brutal personality, and I've seen how she mercilessly killed. The carnage she caused.

Seeing my knuckles pale from how strong I clenched, the mood that began to take my mind off of everything came back. I banged my forehead to my knees and began to cry once more.

But, it didn't look like Carnage would let up, even with my current condition. Actually, she began her brainwashing me with more vigor.

Carnage: "_Frey~... When we bonded, I've received parts of your memory. I know what you want~. Do you know what you want~?_" She asked me, her voice still demonic as usual but it somehow came out to be tempting.

Wiping my tears away, I looked at the now dark sky, contemplating on what to answer.

"O-of course I do." I reply with a bit of hesitance in my voice, even managing to stutter.

Carnage: "_What is it then~?_" The psychopathic Symbiote asked me once again.

Not knowing her reason for asking me this, I decided to play her game, anything that could get me off of my heartbreak is better than having me question my existence once more.

"*Sniffles* I-I want to bring down HYDRA. To make them pay for what they did to my mothers!" Was all I could say to Carnage, to hopefully stop this psychopath from doing anything insane.

Then, Carnage's head went in front of my, making me see a less scarier version of her form. I don't know how to describe it. Despite her shark like teeth, irregularly large mouth, and big, scary eyes, she somehow looked feminine. She even has hair! Though it was red like herself with some black and white strands.

All in all, though as crazy as it is, Carnage looked kind off beautiful, in a way. She somehow resembles a mature mother, but her way of talking destroys that image.

Carnage: "_That's right~. B~ut~, is that all~? You just want to bring down HYDRA? Bring them to justice~?_"

Still not knowing where she's getting at, I reluctantly nodded, fearing why the ever so manic parasite would act like this.

Carnage: "_Seriously? But...do they deserve it? Justice? Remember, Frey. You weren't the only victim of that shitty cult! Hehehe~, I'm sure there are thousands more that went the same you did, but I could tell, hahaha! I could tell they did something much, much worse to even more! I could just feel it! A cult like that is similar to me, Frey. They want blood! Do you think HYDRA deserves justice~?_"

-She's trying to brainwash me again.- is what I thought to myself as I tightened my embrace on my legs. Even though I now knew what she was trying to do, I was afraid. Afraid that I was agreeing with her. That I was being swayed by a maniac.

Still, Carnage just wouldn't give up on turning me into something like her. Because, now she was in front of me, materialized in her human form. Although she resembled a human, she still retained her traits as "Carnage".

Reaching 5'7 in height, her skin was bloody red, riddled in black and white veins, her figure was considerably curvy, with D-cup breasts, a tight waistline, a six pack on her stomach, wide-ish hips, roundish buttocks, and long legs paired with amazing thighs, her figure could easily make her a model. However, her face was rather mysterious. Mysterious because, though having scary features, they somehow made her beautiful.

She still had a °wide° grin, but was mellowed down quite a bit, eerily white small shark teeth, elf-like ears, and eyes that was obviously different from a human's. It was still big and sharp, but it was so unique that it looked bewitching, even if it was only white. However, what entranced me about her was her hair.

It resembled Medusa's snake hair, but less snake-y and more round-ish, with more black and white mixed in her original red.

Seeing her like this, I was shocked to the core. Not because she had a humanoid form, rather, it was because it closely resembled myself. I was going to ask her something, but she cut me off.

Grabbing my shoulders into a tight grip, Carnage "grinned" as her long tongue licked her teeth.

Carnage: "_Come on Frey~! Let's cause CarnAGE TOGETHER!!!_"

Without any kind of hesitation, Carnage opened her mouth before lunging at me. And after that, all I saw was darkness.

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