Let Carnage See

A Story by Abishai100

A journal-writer in the Homeland makes for adjective-view for the general charge-procession of an alien-mutated 'specter' named Kletus.

Carnage (Marvel Comics) adaptation.

DISCLAIMER: This work of comics fanfiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., Marvel Comics) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' interpretations).

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Mr. Amlan Satan had moved into his Homeland-Jersey suburbia-area of writing (Echelon) and found a new target for superstitious inspiration in the form of a blogging ex-convict named Cletus Kasady who'd hoped (in communications!) to make some 'religious' splash for Earthling (American Homeland) Selfie-IQ for residence/transit based network 'intelligence' of securities for everyday-life (wow).

KLETUS: I'm sharing my tomato soup for Xmas this year, me thinks.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That's good news for leviathan/uncertainty, good-man.

KLETUS: Me thinks for all this Earthling football, there's some 'IQ' of brains.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That's a special adjective for the works of the man!

KLETUS: This tomato soup shall help me forget (or transcend) brain-wire(s).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Good for the books, good-man (thanx).

Sadly, Kletus newfound 'religious' life was short-lived, for a horrific symbiote alien 'substance' of organic consciousness called the Symbiote crash-landed onto Earth, near Mr. Amlan Satan's Homeland-Jersey area (on a meteor!) and found its way, crawling, into Kletus' isolated hostel-bedroom where it infused with his flesh-and-bones, forever rendering him (simply) unforgettable to all those who knew him (Facebook-like!).

CARNAGE: Let me rule, dummy cops of the East (Coast!).

POLICEMEN: Lay down and subside in your fury, alien-man.

CARNAGE: I used to be some idiot named Kletus...now I am the Carnage, fools.

POLICEMEN: We've got authority to wield our liquid-nitrogen guns for theater.

CARNAGE: Ha, that's the adjective for the fury of manmade reactions to aliens!

POLICEMEN: We don't doubt you're the Boogeyman, alien-man...but we're good.
CARNAGE: Selfie-like?

WAITRESS: Did you hear (the chatter)...on social media, gent?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: They froze that "Carnage' alien and took Kletus to Oscorp (study!).

WAITRESS: Weird tidings for our Earth woes, Mister Writer.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You have my usual, darling-lady?

WAITRESS: You always get the same-thing, babe!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Sometimes change ain't good (ok).

WAITRESS: Good.

So, the story of 'Carnage' (Kletus Casady) takes form/shape/inception in the West/Earth (American Homeland) of 'troubles' (e.g., 9/11, Coronavirus, etc.). Mr. Amlan Satan was busy/furiously typing-away about the odd-tale of Kletus' stranger mutation into becoming this 'alien-man' (Carnage!); and now folks wondered if Satan's words/adjectives would invoke some true-miracle that would spell some streets-gossip relief (of the mind/soul) for a place of humanity made complex (or 'fickle') by Carnage and Kletus (damn).