Carnage: New York Theater Continuous

The psycho-wanderer Cletus becomes Carnage through alien-symbiosis and continues his Earth-trek from New England to New York, for phobia-shining.

Carnage (Marvel Comics) Summer season fanfiction. 

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Mr. Cletus Kasady was now a full-developed American 'super' villain for things of incomplete-arts of Hell's resolution reach and continued his bad-march from Boston-town, where he made Marathon-terrorism jitters for leviathan/uncertainty, to the Big Apple (NYC), where post-9/11 era Western world (American Homeland) globalism-rhetoric for Selfie 'culture' pillows was disoriented (completely!) by thoughts/words of commerce and traffic horrors of institutional deterioration cast by modern human council(s) negotiation failures of capitalism...and social media too (Facebook-like!).

Cletus was not even just Mr. Kasady (anymore!). Mutated and transformed by the alien-symbiote 'substance' crashed into Earth on a meteor, Cletus was now ('officially') the super-villain named Carnage (damn). Carnage already made bad waves in New England and now set-eyes of malice/angst to the Big Apple, where 9/11 'jitters' made for everyday-life pillows explosions (hmmm). Who'd stop such a Devil of Earth-realm jagged-edge shade (for the Ego)? Carnage wanted nothing less than Big Apple madness for 9/11 memory (Facebook-like!).

COP: The devastation of the World Trade Center in New York was bad-enough!

JOURNALIST: Any news of ties between Boston-town and the Big Apple now, sir?

COP: What we do know without-doubt is that this alien invader (Carnage) cans.

JOURNALIST: Cans, officer?

COP: Well, he wants to lace our great city of Earth with heavy paint-cans (Hell)!

JOURNALIST: Well, is there any good-sign he's to depart from our city (soon)?

COP: Apparently, Carnage has sent-word to varied pedestrians about Chicago.

JOURNALIST: The Windy City of Bulls/Bears fanfare meds for 9/11, sir?

COP: Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell).

WAITRESS: Chicken pie for ya, brooding angel?
CLETUS: Thanx, dear sweetheart (hahaha).
WAITRESS: You sound stranger, angel (why?).

CLETUS: Maybe I'm a religion-convict (hahaha).

WAITRESS: Hey, you hear of this 'Carnage' making 9/11 fear with Molotovs?

CLETUS: I don't watch (any) news, dear sweetheart (ok).

WAITRESS: Hey, your neck, the flesh, it looks bubbling, man!

CLETUS: Maybe I'm Carnage...for a Big Apple chandelier, dear.

WAITRESS: Dear me (Selfie-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)