Carnage vs The Silver Surfer

The Silver Surfer vs Carnage

Quick note: Be prepared for a sudden roster change.

There's a slight amount of bloodshed during this match

Carnage stayed poised on the top of the George Washington bridge in New York city, watching Magneto and Toad put back together a machine destroyed by Octavius many years ago. He had become bored of the normal citizens that he had been killing as of late, and craved a challenge. Of course, he knew better than to directly attack Magneto with that much metal around, so he was content with simply waiting for his opportunity to strike the weaker one. After about 30 minutes of waiting, they seemed to have noticed him watching. Carnage crouched down, preparing to flee if Magneto attacked, but a wondrous thing occurred when Toad came alone and Magneto turned his back to continue his work. Carnage grinned wide as the low level mutant leaped at him confidently, clearly confused about who he was facing.

Toad took one last huge leap to meet his opponent on the top of the bridge. He landed and flashed his tongue dramatically. “You’re little peep show is over spiderman! Leave now or prepare yourself for a fight you cannot possibly win!” Carnage cocked his head, confused, until he realized that there was no moon on this particular night, and the lights on the bridge below them did nothing but drench him in shadow. He thought he was about to face Spiderman!

Carnage stood up and unfurled his tentacles, screeching as he did to make sure Toad knew exactly how severe his mistake was. Toad saw this and nearly threw up from how hard his stomach dropped. “You’re… Kassidy… Carnage” Toad couldn’t formulate sentences at this point, he knew his chance of survival here was nearly non-existent as he slowly backed away from the murderous symbiote, who walked towards him at the same rate of his retreat with an insidious grin stretched across his red face. Toad leaped as hard as he could away from his foe, but Carnage saw this coming and immediately caught him with his webbing, dragging him back to the platform he was on. Toad landed right at Carnage’s feet, where he used his tentacles to pick him up and hold him at eye-level. He then spoke at him with his twisted, screeching voice, “Come on, fight me! Your meat will be so much more tender after a good struggle!” Carnage flashed his own elongated tongue, just as Toad had done previously, and laughed as Toad escaped his grasp with a drop kick to the chest. Toad rolled to his feet into a crouching position and immediately leaped at Carnage, who stood there as he punched him as hard as he could in the face. Carnage still stood, unmoved, and when Toad landed behind him he cackled and asked sarcastically, “How’s your hand doing after that?” Toad didn’t answer that, as his hand was throbbing with pain after that attempted blow. Carnage’s bones were unbelievable hard for someone able to distort his body the way he could. He tried to flex his hand but it wouldn’t move. Clearly this method of attack wouldn’t cut it.

Toad quickly turned around shot his tongue at Carnage, who had still not bothered to turn around. The Tongue wrapped around Carnage’s neck tightly and Toad leaped high into the air with the intent to land on Carnage and crush him with his legs. Carnage still stood there unmoving, all he did was grab a hold of Toad’s tongue and pull sharply just as Toad was at the height of his jump, messing up him trajectory and causing him to fall headfirst into Kassidy, who grabbed him before he hit the ground. “Pity,” the monster said as he once again lifted him to eye level, this time with his arm. “I thought you would provide me with more of a challenge than this.” He said no more as his tentacles engulfed Toad and began devouring him.

Carnage left Toad’s body hung by his own tongue off of the bridge. He was proud of the position he had left him in, as he manipulated him until rigor mortis set in and left him hanging there with two thumbs up, a hideous smile cut into his cheeks, and the words “Carnage Rules” etched into the skin on his back. He figured it might give Magneto a bit of a chuckle.

For now, he was using the extra energy from devouring Toad to wreak havoc on local gangs who had the balls to be out on the streets this late at night. As he shoved his fist down one of their throats and had his tentacles extend down to rearrange his insides, he got to wondering how people were still stupid enough to live out on the street like this despite the existence of TONS of superheroes and villains who call New York their home. If these guys were smart, they’d start and organized crime syndicate in Nebraska somewhere. He couldn’t recall any heroes or villains who were based there.

When he was finished switching the criminal’s heart with his appendix and analyzing the results, he turned to the last gang member in the alleyway, who was hiding in a corner after witnessing his 20 friends get killed, each in a way more creative than the last. Carnage tossed aside the dumpster that was separating them and walked over to him. The mass murderer sat down calmly next to his victim and spoke to him. “You know, after killing all of your mates in the most creative ways I could think of, I’m a bit stumped as to what I should do to you. Have you any interesting suggestions?” The (former) gang member struggled through his fear to shakily respond, “What… are you?”

Carnage had been asked this question before, in fact this entire situation was quite familiar to him, almost like a sort of déjà vu was taking place because of how many people he had killed. The many impulsive killing sprees he had gone on through his life had all run together, as if he was on one, constant, unending killing spree. Maybe that’s what he was. He was a representation of the end of life, shown through a murderous man enhanced by a symbiote with similar intentions.

The gang member next to him only got more fearful as the monster next to him sat there pondering his existence. For all he knew, he was coming up with an all new way to kill someone that he was about to become the unwilling test subject for. He couldn’t escape though; some of his friends tried that earlier and ended up impaled by each other’s limbs. He would just sit and try to accept the fact that he was about to die, probably in some fantastical way that only a sadistic bastard like this would think of.

Carnage’s thought processes were interrupted by the dumpster he had thrown earlier getting whipped back at him. He didn’t move, nor did the man next to him- in fact he saw it as his quickest option to go at this point, so he welcomed the sight. Unfortunately for him, Carnage put him foot out and stopped the dumpster dead before it reached either of them. He was having a really bad day today.

Carnage saw that Eddie Brock had been the one who threw the dumpster because of his ESP, but there was something different about him today. No matter, even if he did challenge him, Carnage was superior to his father (or mother, he never could figure out that part) in every way. For once though, Carnage wasn’t in the mood for a fight. He stayed seated and spoke at Brock, “I’m kinda having a personal epiphany with my dinner right now Brock, so if you go away and let me finish figuring out an answer to this question, you might have enough of a head start to escape and survive.” There was a laughing from the other side of the dumpster in front of Carnage that made him nervous. It was definitely Brock, but it was definitely not Venom. The dumpster then flew into the air, landing on the roof of the building they were sitting against. Carnage sat there in front of his own creation, which had apparently found its way onto his nemesis. He looked up at his spawn, the menacing ultra-symbiote Toxin, who was currently bonded to his mortal enemy and said laconically, “Figures.”

Meanwhile, the Silver Surfer was enjoying a peaceful flight above the city of New York. Generally people didn’t like seeing him around such populated areas due to his stigma of being the former herald of Galactus, but because of the lack of moonlight his glazed body was all but invisible as he rode along the tallest rooftops New York has to offer. He was able to be alone, away from the treachery and violence of all of the other super powered groups and individuals… or at least he thought he was, as Carnage flew up from an alleyway and landed on the rooftop in front of him. The Surfer sighed as he slowed to a stop and realized that his one night of peace was as good as dead at this point.

Carnage got up and prepared for Toxin to arrive to the rooftop, when he noticed the Surfer floating a few meters away from him on the same rooftop. Carnage smiled at him, “Well, long time no see Radd! What have you been up to?” The surfer may not have liked Carnage, but his weakness for conversation was strong, and he hadn’t indulged in any for quite some time. He decided that if this symbiote didn’t want to fight, he might as well speak with him. “Well, Doom tried to take my powers away from me last Friday, and Hulk just tried to kill me earlier today. So I guess nothing unusual. How did you get tossed up here?” Carnage was about to respond when Toxin leaped above them both and landed on Carnage. He then grabbed Carnage out from under his foot and picked him up by his neck. Carnage looked over at the Surfer from this position and said sarcastically, “You know, I can’t really remember how I got up HEEEERE!” His last word was punctuated by Toxin whipping him off the rooftop and into a Coca Cola advertisement a quarter-mile away. Toxin didn’t seem to notice the surfer sitting there as he leaped along the rooftops to continue tossing his creator around like a ragdoll.

Carnage leaped out of the wrecked advertisement unfazed. He then looked down to see that he was right in the middle of Times Square! He jumped down from the building and growled at a group of tourists, one of whom took a picture. Carnage extended his tentacles and used them to trap a large group of people, which he wrapped up into a large ball that he held in his tentacles. He then waited for Toxin to come for him, during which time he got tired of the people writhing around in his tentacles, so he crushed them all with a quick flex and whipped the mob at Toxin, who had just appeared above him. The corpses did nothing to slow down Toxin; Carnage was just having some fun with them. Toxin grabbed one of the people flying at him and tore her spine out so perfectly that her skull was still connected to the end of it. He used this as a flail as he landed next to Carnage and broke the skull across his face, once again causing no real damage.

Carnage screeched as he jumped at Toxin and grabbed one of his arms. He swung around to his back and grabbed the other arm, getting him into a full nelson. Toxin struggled to get free as Carnage attempted to pull Brock out of the Symbiote from behind with his tentacles. A quick flex of all of his tentacles at once created a layer of spikes on top of Toxin that force Carnage to let go, allowing Toxin to backhand him to the other side of the street. Once again Carnage not only received the attack easily, but he actually landed on his feet and laughed. “You’ll have to do better than that if you wish to finish me off for good!” Toxin leaped at Carnage, who uprooted a street lamp and bashed him like into the air like a pop fly at a baseball game. He wasted no time in shooting his tentacle-web at Toxin and using it to pull him back to earth hard. The second he hit the ground, Toxin was immediately bashed by the street lamp again, which was beginning to daze him. He decided to take care of it by grabbing Carnage’s feet with his tentacles and tripping him. He got up and kept a hold of Carnage’s feet, which were tied up at this point. He then bashed Carnage head-first into the ground repeatedly while gathering up victims for him to devour and replenish his energy with after he was finished.

The Silver Surfer was watching all of this unfold from the sky. He didn’t like to get involved into scuffles such as this since it only brought more negative attention towards him (regardless of how noble his intentions were), but this one was getting out of hand. Carnage’s little opening stunt already killed a good 30 people, and now Toxin was rounding up more while Carnage was getting bashed into oblivion. Just as Surfer decided it was time to help, he saw a wonderful sight that not only solved the problem of the Symbiote below, but didn’t include his involvement in the slightest. He nodded at Johnny Storm, who waved hello to the alien as he flew past the surfer and down into Times Square, where his pyrokinesis would be used to decimate the two Symbiotes.

Carnage was beginning to wonder if things were turning sour for him around the 30^th time he was smashed into the ground like a ragdoll, when his vision became blurry. The speed at which Toxin was swinging him prevented any upper body movement on his part, and the constant bashing was definitely getting to him. He already had his tentacles wrapped around Toxin’s neck choking him, but he wasn’t letting up. It looked like Carnage would lose this battle of attrition. Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, the Human Torch showed up to ruin everyone’s fun.

“You bastards aren’t killing anymore people today.” The human torch was in no mood to play around as he saw that there were already dozens of corpses littering Times Square. He blasted away at the two Symbiotes as Toxin used Carnage as a human shield against the flames. Carnage writhed and tried to change his form to escape from the flames but it was no use. Toxin’s strength was too great and the Torches flames too hot. The Symbiote began boiling away as Carnage finally accepted his death just as so many others had done at his hands.

Without Carnage to block the flames, Toxin quickly grabbed a taxi and used that as a shield instead. The Human Torch shot a blast at the car’s gas tank, but he missed as Toxin tossed his shield at him. The human torch dodged left- just as Toxin had planned, and he grabbed Johnny Storm around his flaming neck with both hands and began choking him to death. As Storm torched the symbiote with flames it spoke in a low, grumbling voice, completely opposite of Carnage’s screeches. “Your fire hurts, but I have evolved past the weaknesses that have plagued my race for generations. You are going to die at the hands of the most powerful symbiote your, or anyone’s world has ever seen!” The human torch was realizing that this was true, as Toxin only grew stronger and stronger the hotter he got. He even began growing larger as his rage grew. Eventually, Toxin simply crushed the windpipe of Storm and broke his neck, extinguishing his flame for good.

The Silver Surfer was understandably surprised by this, as even Carnage, who had been long regarded as one of the most powerful symbiotes on Earth, was extremely vulnerable to fire. He had experienced this first hand during the short period of time that he had the Carnage symbiote bonded to him, becoming the Carnage Cosmic. The symbiote had to be burned off of him, during which time he felt the immense amount of pain a symbiote experiences when dealing with extreme heat. This symbiote just killed a man made of fire with his bare hands, and he was about to devour the people he had rounded up earlier. He couldn’t let more people die because of this conflict.

Toxin grabbed a hold of his first victim; a child no more than 8 years of age. As he plucked the child from his mother’s arms with his tentacles he held it up in front of him like a prize and stated to the crowd, “I think this will make for a nice appetizer. It’ll make me hungrier for the main course.” He flashed his teeth at the crowd of people, some of whom tried to run, only to get tossed back into the pile by Toxin’s tentacles, which were elongated to the point that they were nearly covering the Times Square area. He took the child into his body just as the Silver Surfer swept down and pounded Toxin’s head with his surfboard, causing him to lose his grip on the child. The surfer grabbed the child and set him on the back of his board as he hovered above the group of people. As Toxin recovered from the dazing blow, the Silver Surfer spoke at him, “Stop this now Brock! You’ve already killed Kassidy and the Human Torch, there will be no more blood spilled on your account today.” Toxin roared loud enough to break the windows surrounding them and launched himself at the surfer, who didn’t move an inch.

Toxin was caught by his arms by the silver surfer, who gave him one last chance to submit. Toxin did no such thing as he used his tentacles to try to pull himself into the surfer so he could devour him. The surfer had already had that happen once and was ready for it this time. He shot a blast of the power cosmic from his mouth at the same moment of ripping the monster’s arms off simultaneously. He then threw the monster’s arms in with the rest of his body, and to his surprise it actually began reforming. Before it could finish however, the Surfer unleashed a full powered blast from his hands at the symbiote, completely annihilating any and all particles that formed the symbiote. The most powerful symbiote in the world was still no match to the power cosmic that the surfer held in his hands.

After destroying his opponent the surfer hovered down and set the child back on the ground, where he was promptly picked up by his mother. He then braced himself for boos and hatred from the crowd, but he was instead greeted by hugs and cheers in his name. The Surfer didn’t say anything; he didn’t know what to say. This was the first time he was accepted by a crowd he just saved from their deaths, and he was enjoying it. He got down off his surfboard and enjoyed being an object of admiration for the first time as he signed autographs (Which was just a stylized version of “SS”) and took pictures for people. After a few minutes of this he got on his board and left, feeling loved for the first time in years. He soared over the city with a new-found confidence in himself and others. He even allowed himself to partake in one more act of heroics- by picking up a young man sitting in an alley full of corpses and taking him to a hospital. He’d need months of therapy after what he had just been through.