Peter was in a panic. The Black suit felt like it was fighting against him as he swung somewhere, anywhere to try and get this thing off! Peter was no longer going to sit on the sidelines and let these voices choose his decisions. After being wit this stuff for so long, he couldn't blame Harry, or Rick Archer. This stuff knew exactly how to get inside your head, and focus on your weaknesses. Peter was mad at himself for letting this get the best of him for so long, and in the process he probably hurt Aunt May, Lexi, and god knows what will happen to Flash after their little moment today at school. Then he was hit from the side. He was so focused on the black suit that he didn't even feel Lexi come in and tackle him to a rooftop, but this time, Peter had control to cover her with his body, and let himself cushion her fall. Like old times. But that time was short lived as she backed away from him, and Peter stumbled up as well.

As she talked, the voices in Peter's head started to dim at the mention of Uncle Ben. Peter felt sick, weak kneed, just wanting to to leave before he left anyone else hurt. He never meant to hurt anyone. But the black suit took out the most evil part of him. He hated that so much. Tears were streaming from Peter's eyes behind the mask, but When she mentioned that he had to overcome and take off the suit, and voices started to not whisper, but yell in his head, calling her things Peter would have never imagined. He fell to his knees, holding his head in pain, and in a desperate attempt tried to rip off the black ooze once again. Peter's face showed behind the tentacles for only a second or two before the mask formed again.

"D-Doctor Octavius won't kno-Know what to do..." Peter stammered. He got onto his feet again, and shook his head. "If I have to overcome this, I can't have you, or anyone here. This stuff is desperate, a parasite. It's been on me too long. Its just as powerful as me when its on me." Peter said out of breath, the voices still ringing in his head. "I can't rip this stuff off... Its too strong..." Peter trailed off, because he thought of something, and as he did, the ooze really didn't like it. "[i]NOOOOOOOO[/i]!" The mask itself made a mouth, and howled out the scratchy voice. "that's it..." Peter muttered, then looked up at Lexi.

"I... I'm sorry. For everything." Peter said desperately, not knowing if she would accept it after everything he's done to not only the people of this city, but her specifically. Peter Parker would never take a second look at a girl when he had Lexi, but the ooze made him everything that he didn't want to be. "I have a plan, but I need you to stay away from me... I can't let this stuff hurt anyone else... And thank you." The last part referenced to the story she told of Uncle Ben. That gave him hope. He was watching. He won't let him down.

Peter then shot a web, going as fast as he could, looking for a place that was loud. and in no time, he found a construction lot. The workers were hard at work, and he could tell instantly that the suit did not like this one bit. The sound of the powertools going off, the cranes screeching, hammers hitting metal, the suit felt... weaker. Peter looked at his hands, and then started to pull at the suit, the tentacles took weak to instantly form back. It was working! He threw the black ooze off his hands, and before long, his hands and forearms were bare, the ooze on the ground, vibrating due to the noise. The voices yelled again, making Peter fall in pain, but he soon stood up. 

He was not going to be controlled by this anymore. He was not going to hurt Aunt May, or Flash, or the love of his life ever again! He thought of the voices he cared so much about. [i]"My hero, Peter Parker"[/i] [i]"you're so much like your Uncle... He would be so proud of you."[/i] [i]"We're leaving for a while, son... Your Aunt and Uncle will take good care of you, I promise."[/i] The voices were from Lexi, from his Aunt, and a voice he was surprised he remembered: his father. But the one that meant the most was his Uncle's. 

[i]"Come Home Peter, I love you."[/i] It was a collection of everyone's voice saying that at once. Peter started ripping at his legs, his thighs bare, and he tried to walk towards a large metal pipe, and with a heavy swing, struck a large metal beam, leaving a large BING!	The suit hissed in agony, and Peter ripped at his legs once more. The ooze was angry. It started to jump back on him, but Peter's senses didn't tell him where. He was so used to the suit, his senses thought it was him. He would have to use his own reflexes. Great.

He swatted away patches of ooze that jumped, and this time he started to rip off the part of his chest, screaming behind the mask. It was taking everything from him to do this. He kept fighting, Swinging at things, crashing metal objects to the ground, running in to stuff just to get Venom off him. He tore at his face, yelling in rage for this stuff controlling him, and still trying to stay on, but he could feel that it wouldn't be long before this stuff was defeated. Peter had something worth fighting for other than power.

Peter finally did it. The last of the stuff was off him. The bad part? He was naked. He fell to his knees panting, exhausted. He felt weaker, the voices in his head gone... He was back to himself. He saw the ooze start to form together, and Peter grabbed two metal pipes and banged them together, the ooze hissing in anger, but also becoming smaller, and weaker. Peter looked around to try and find something to contain this ooze. He found a small pipe, some cloth, and rubber bands, and made a very bad container. But it would work for now.

The ooze had little resistance as it was forced in to the pipe, and Peter thought that if he needed to, He could just hit the pipe with something to calm it down if it felt courageous. Peter gave a weak laugh, looking at it. "You've caused a lot of harm to a lot of people... Not anymore. You're venDONE... eh, baby steps, Peter. You'll get your humor back sooner or later." He muttered. Now the next stop was to sneak around this building and try to find some sort of clothes so he could make it home. He needed a nap.