Carnage by a Kite-Train of No License

Cletus Kasady ('Carnage') makes another train stop for the pits and invokes another 'expression' of fleshy-vertigo for things of Earthling (American) shadow.

Carnage (Marvel Comics) Summer season fanfiction. 

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Cletus Kasady knew he'd achieved what few criminals/psychos dared to dream or fantasize about concerning incomplete-arts of hellmouth(s)-creations on Earth, in the American Homeland, where he moved to and became an alien-symbiote 'being' energy infused specter-abomination called Carnage. As the Carnage of hell/fire, Mr. Kasady (Cletus) had striked against multiple cities in the West pre-decision to become a railways monster of terrorism jars language for journal-men and detectives (Facebook-like!).

CONDUCTOR: The Carnage was here!
JOURNALIST: He was there inside the train and on the roof, of your machine?

CONDUCTOR: He flesh-morphed his alien-demonic arms to make hammers/axes!

JOURNALIST: He ripped some of the train's roof-material and shattered things?

CONDUCTOR: This is not the 1st-train of Carnage-mouth...and we were rocked!

JOURNALIST: Your passenger-machine of America was darting to the Southwest?

CONDUCTOR: I've no doubt (whatsoever!) this "Carnage' is like Dracula or Satan.

JOURNALIST: Thanx...for the patience (Facebook-like).

WAITRESS: Here's your chili and garlic, Cletus Kasady.

CLETUS KASADY: You hear of the Southwestern train with Carnage on top?

WAITRESS: There's talk now on social media this Carnage is a bloody immortal!

CLETUS KASADY: Nothing shall stop this Carnage from bad-achievements (news).

WAITRESS: This is worse than 9/11...and we here fear he's like Dracula or Satan.

CLETUS KASADY: That's a good fear to talk chatter, lady...Carnage ain't Martian.

Cletus Kasady got himself some pretty beautiful ancient/classic vampire-investigation items/weapons for a trek to an American Homeland area in the South, where there'd been some loose-talk about a vampire-cult making a 'splash' for antisocial night-vision language. When Cletus got to the area, and transformed (again) into Carnage, he held in nihilistic sarcasm, one of the pretty-items from the vampire kit he procured...perhaps wondering if some wannabe-hero would make 'mark' of him as a specter of bloody immortal challenges. Would Carnage react to such a stand for mythos with a return-jest question, "Can't you see this Holy Water ancient arrow-gun is (all)...me?" What would shoo-away Carnage (Facebook-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)