Carnage: Train of Knock-Out

A Story by Abishai100

Cletus Kasady, American criminal/psycho, mutated into the symbiote-infused 'Carnage' of chaos, makes another train/vehicle 'jitters' for rails-of-kill.

Carnage (Marvel Comics) Summer season fanfiction.

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Cletus Kasady had become an American Homeland presence of psychosis, a criminal-consciousness bent man of bad color when he was infused with an alien-symbiote 'being' of energy/slime and mutated into the lethal flesh-morphing super-menace of chaos called Carnage. Cletus/Carnage had already made hell in multiple cities before initiating his own trains anarchy message for Western railways jitters for transit worry and now thought about another train for change/darkness (Selfie-like).

DETECTIVE: There's been so much Facebook-comment about Carnage's trains!

CONDUCTOR: We were carrying special passengers on this train to Washington.

DETECTIVE: Seattle is a popular destination for the music festival; this was IQ.

CONDUCTOR: There had been much Facebook faces/commentary about this.

DETECTIVE: Carnage knew there'd be stories about music and peace/citizenry.

CONDUCTOR: Facebook-like.

Friends, Carnage had become a real presence of weirdness on Earth and found special language(s) for hell in cities and then on trains for very bad-news thinking. Cletus Kasady was really no longer just the criminal-consciousness bent psycho that was infused with the alien-symbiote 'being' of energy/slime and felt like he was something of a hybrid 'specter' of Selfie-aware malice...or intelligence itself! Many talked about the strangeness of such Blue-Planet jitters (for leviathan/uncertainty).

Cletus got to Seattle (Washington) and decided to get a 'cool' rental auto and sped across the great Northwestern state of incomplete-arts of life-securities 'feelings' in a 21st-Century of terrorism bad-news across boards (e.g., 9/11). Cletus Kasady wondered how long and in what shape his manner of consciousness would create news for chemical/physical reaction (Facebook-like!). He even wondered if he'd give his special rental auto a 'bloody' alias/nickname (for American machinery-shade) like Christine or K.A.R.R. Who would stop such entropy? What do you think (for leviathan/uncertainty)?