<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdfsrkozjZ1qca26uo1_1280.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name: </strong> Cletus Kasady<br/>  <strong>Title: </strong>Carnage<br/>  <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Apocalypse<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong>New York City, Times Square<br/>  <strong>Tags: </strong>Spider-Man, Xavin<br/></span></span><hr/>It wasn't like the fire hurt. Nothing hurt him anymore but nothing felt good, either. What Cletus experienced was a rending sense of loss as the symbiote shied away from the flames and Carnage became two half entities rather than his united self. The split was just jarring enough to throw his aim off center, damn it all to hell. As his ol' web-headed friend skittered to the roof's edge, the thick tentacle slammed past Spider-man and locked onto a massive air conditioning unit, dragging the bulk of the symbiote along with it to land in a hissing, smoking pile a few yards away.<br/><br/>Before he could pull himself together, webbing wrapped around his thigh and Cletus was jerked towards the edge. He barely had time to morph his shiny new feet into grappling hooks and catch the concrete lip of the building to keep himself from being tossed into the street below. The momentum carried his body over the edge, bending his legs and spine in an ugly, unnatural angle as his head smacked into the brick wall. There was a dull splat of blood and meat, followed by silence, followed by a sickening gurgle that might have been laughter.<br/><br/>Like some CGI-induced nightmare, Cletus Kasady slithered back onto the roof, pulling himself up by his clawed feet. From the waist down, his body was gleaming liquid metal that rippled and reformed into the shape of normal human legs as his upper torso sank back into its rightful place. Above the waist he was covered in blood; most of it poured from the back of his crushed skull. His arms hung limp from dislocated shoulders and his head lolled awkwardly to one side but he was smiling for all he was worth.<br/><br/>“Thingsur diff'rent now, Bitsy,” Cletus slurred as his cranium began to rise back to its proper curve. “Y'can take th' man outta the suit butcha can't take th' machine outta th' man.” His left arm rolled and popped back into place. “Gettin' ripped in half ain't no fun. Apocalypse gave me an upgrade. I can take yer pussy lickin' even without my better half.” The right arm jerked and he straightened his head with a loud, wet crack.<br/><br/>“I see ya brought a date,” Cletus went on as his wounds sealed themselves. His gaze swung over to the girl who had freed herself from his now-lifeless tendrils. “Sturdy gal. Maybe I'll get me some of that after I smear your bug balls all over this goddamn city.”<br/><br/>This time he went low, crouched like a charging bull and tearing up chunks of concrete as he ran directly towards the symbiote. In the same instant the suit itself surged towards Cletus, eager to be reunited.<br/>