The Wonder Years

All Spider-Man™ characters and their likenesses portrayed in this fan fiction are copyright owned by Marvel Comics........ And so is this sandwich.........

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Extreme Warning!!! The following presentation, has been rated FR21. Contains vulgar language, mild drug content, graphic violence and some sexual themes.

You have been warned!

Now that the warning is out of the way, I can get down to explaining this one and the long halt on my other story.. Been a bit busy, had a couple of days off of writing and enjoying both my mother's birthday and the fourth naturally, but I'll soon be picking it back up again. This one is indeed linked to "Radioactive Spider-Man", but is going to focus on a character that will appear later down the road of that story; Cletus Kasady, otherwise known as Carnage, the symbiotic creature of death and chaos. Now I know some of you are going "HOLY SMOKES! FREAKIN' AWESOME!" and others are going "Oh God! No, not him, he sucks!" but I must be clear that "Carnage" will not appear per se, only Kasady. This is set not too far ahead of the Spider-Man story and practically NO events will be mentioned in either story, so no spoilers on either side. Think "Mind Bomb/It's a Wonderful Life" sans symbiote costume. His mind is just as twisted, just as demented as in any other story and while he's going to get fleshed out deeply enough, he's still just one and only one thing... A psychotic killer, he'll never be anything BUT that, but I can have a lot of fun explaining why in a sense. (Take note, I said "In a sense".) So without wasting any more time, read, enjoy, and don't be surprised by the content... Except maybe the story that is....
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---Prologue---

A blonde haired woman in a white lab coat and glasses, high heels, with files and reports in her hands was walking briskly down the hallways of the Ravencroft Asylum, a scrawny man by her side with beads of sweat streaking down his forehead all on account of the blasted air conditioning unit having kicked the bucket once more. He rubbed his forehead with his hand and with sigh, said, "God %&*$, this heat is terrible." The woman looked at the man while maintaining a solid stride and added, "Don't forget the humidity, THAT'S what gets you." The man was Dr. Simon Resnick, Ph.D in human psychology, the woman was Dr. Darla Cornellia, the head of the psychology staff there and one of New York's finest at reforming criminals, but psychotics were a bit of a different story altogether. People with mental issues such as the people that gained the right to come here were tough eggs to crack, indeed, her most recent addition would prove to be the toughest of them all. "Read it to me one last time, Simon." She quickly asked her co-worker as they made a turn. Resnick pulled a folder he had tucked under his arm and flipped it open, going through the profile and listing everything off to her once more, this being the third time in the past ten minutes. He complained, "You've had me read it off multiple times already AND you've been over it with the court, the state judge and everybody else under the sun... Why me?" She groaned from his whining and said, "Because I want to get to know his bio and history by heart, so I can show him how much I care and how much I want to help him."

"Fine, I'll read it again... Cletus Kasady, age 27, born in Los Angeles in 1981, lived with his parents there for a good 8 years and then lost his mother to his own father. Father kidnapped him and took him nearly half-way across the country until he was finally caught by the authorities and sentenced to 25 years in prison, Kasady on the other hand landed from foster care to foster care and after a number of those, finally just landed and stayed in an orphanage for some time." Resnick took one moment to pause and added, "The man's father raped his own wife. Guess he couldn't get any from her any other way." He gave a slight chuckle in a heartless manner. Dr. Cornellia stopped for one moment and looked at her assistant, raising her eyebrow at how cold and callous he just sounded. He looked at the floor with his eyes and looked back up to her. "Sorry." He mumbled under his breath, just barely audible enough for her to hear it. "Listen, Resnick, I don't want cocky, heartless and sick jokes being said while we're in there, you got it!? You hear me okay?" Her voice was a pleasant and soothing one, but threatening when she was angry or wanted to get a point across. "Yes, sir, general, sir." He said in a dry and annoyed manner.

They resumed their walk down the cooridor and reached a door, it was then that he finished the last bit of Kasady's history and read off his list of crimes, "4 counts of arson, 2 counts of rape, 17 counts of pre-meditated murder and an attempted bombing that landed him in our little slice 'o hell." Opening the door for the lady, he rolled his eyes as she said, "The man's childhood was traumatic, watching his father do what he did to his mother was a terrible experience, not to mention the fact we don't even know if he himself was sexually abused by his own father. I know this case will be next to impossible, but I've always believed that no one is beyond redemption and" - "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Resnick interupted, "We get the whole story, how this man was merely an abused child and he really only wants to be understood and to have his pain eased. Truth is, this man is fucking nuts and he should be sent to the chair."

The conversation seemingly stopped for what felt like an hour, but soon enough Cornellia continued where she left off, "Listen, the only reason I requested your assistance was because I found your work to be very good, very professional, NOT because you had a mouth and couldn't leave your savagery at home. At any moment I can have you signed off, do you understand?" Resnick smiled slightly and said, "Of course, doctor. Understood completely." He waited for the good doctor to scoot far enough away so he could say under his breath, "Bitch." Having gotten away with that, he confidently shut the door behind him and approached the cells. Dr. Cornellia requested they be let in to see their patient, Cletus Kasady. "You guys are 30 minutes late, what kept ya?" Dr. Resnick answered for Cornellia, "We got sorta hung up back there, too many cockroaches to watch out for in this rundown place." The guard eyed Resnick, laughed slightly and said, "Yeah, I stare at them in their cells all day long." A slight snicker could be heard from the side as the guard unlocked another door that led to the maximum security cells. Resnick and Cornellia looked to see an elderly man sitting in a chair, gazing at them with a smile on his face. Yelling he told them, "The lord has called his children and has damned the sinners to hell! WE ARE ALL GOING TO BURN!!! DO YOU HEAR ME!!?!?! WE SHALL BURN!!!" Two guards ran up to the cell and charged in with medication for the old man, sticking him quickly, yet carefully and putting him into a calm, sleepy state. "See what I mean?" The guard said without even looking, focusing on unlocking the steel door for the two doctors. "Yeah, seen worse myself." Dr. Resnick quipped, sadly meaning it at the same time.

Having opened the door the guard said, "Okay, you two may go on through." The doctors were near the cell of Kasady by this point, but they wanted to make absolutely sure they were ready for the therapy treatments Dr. Darla Cornellia had planned, mainly hypnosis and deep memory probing if at all possible. If she could somehow calm Cletus enough, she could put him under and make him go back to when he was young, preferrably when he was about 8 so he can explain everything in detail. "So is this nut strapped down or something?" Simon asked, Darla replying, "He's in shackles, is slightly under due to drugs being administered here and there, keeping him calm like all of the rest. Why? You're not getting nervous now ARE you?" Resnick seemingly nodded at first, but then clearly shook his head and said, "No, not at all, I was just curious that's all." In the back of his mind he thought *We shouldn't even be trying this, it's a waste of time anyhow. Someone cries insanity and then half of the world cries boo-hoo. Half of the population is just going to use it as a way to get off easy from their crimes anymore.*

A guard stood near Kasady's cell door and motioned for the doctors to come forward. Once close enough he said fairly quietly, "If you have ANY trouble whatsoever, just call and we'll be in there in no time at all. K?" The doctors nodded with easy smiles and watched as the cell door opened up for them, the both of them leaning over to see into the room before actually entering, maybe out of fear, maybe out of curiousity before they could actually step in. The guard backed away from the door and motioned his hand for them to go on ahead, receiving a hesitated response and then... "Who be that knocking at my door?" A strange voice called out. The doctors stepped in and introduced themselves, "I am Dr." Kasady interjected, "No wait! Don't tell me, let me guess.... You're Dr. Fag and she is Dr. Bitch? Right?"

---To be continued---

---Part I: Buried---

There Kasady sat in a chair, in shackles that constrained both his leg and arm movements. His head full of red hair, his eyes as green grass. He was a bit small, standing at about five feet, eight inches, weighing only 150 pounds with a hint of a fit body at best, something that he only cared about moderately. He was the type that preferred weapons and psychological warfare over brute strength. His smile was something akin to the Joker, though not nearly as wide, but every last bit as demented as his. Looking up at them with a half deranged, half drugged smile he welcomed them, "Nice to have you two quacks here, regardless of whether you have faggot names or not. It's better than these half-dead security guards who whine about how much they hate their jobs, day in, day out." Kasady was one of the most talkative and most vulgar of people in this facility, it wasn't too hard to understand why the guards stationed in that sector would complain, especially if it annoyed Kasady in some small way. The chains around him extended out from his wrists, joined at the middle and then went downward towards his waist where another shackle was fastened. From there, it went straight down to his ankles and created a great means of restricting movement to a crawl, not to mention that he was shot up with some good medication to slow his thinking process.

"Uhm, I'm Dr. Simon Resnick, this is Dr. Darla Cornellia. We'll be working with you for the next few months, if not longer." Cletus nodded his head and replied, "Longer, bud, longer. Just go and ask the last fella that tried to 'cure' me of my sanity, he gave up on us loons here at Ravencroft a LONG time ago." Kasady looked up at Dr. Cornellia for one minute and examined those eyes and lips of hers. He smiled a bit and blew a kiss towards her, receiving nothing more than a hard glare from the doctor, her response less than annoyed, "Kasady, we've been reading about your past, about your list of crimes and your history with your parents, particularly your father. Why not make this first part easy on us all and talk about him. What do you say?" Cletus was just sitting there in his seat at the table, bringing his shackled hands to the top of the table and setting them down on it gently. "%*@$ me." Cornellia just stood there for a moment, not shocked, but more so annoyed by how unwilling he was to talk seriously. "I know you had a rough time back then and I understand that losing your mother must have caused you incredible pain, but the path to healing is" - "CHAOS!" Kasady strained to interrupt, getting the doctors' attention. Resnick jumped back a bit from the abrupt comment and asked, "I beg your pardon?" "Chaos." Kasady reiterated with a hint of annoyance. "Chaos is the only true path to freedom, to healing, to happiness. Look around you.. See all those people you label unstable, insane, freaks of nature!? They know the truth, there is no God, no law, no order and there certainly is none of that 'black and white' bull shit." His voice was a bit high pitched, not like a woman's at any rate, but somewhat unhinged and breaking, like he was going to get deep for a second but stop himself. He continued with a slightly dazed look in his eyes, probably the drugs taking their toll on him, "You guys... Wanna interview me or something?" The two looked at each and then back at Kasady. "Sure, I guess we could start it out like that." Darla said, happy that this might start moving along.

"Please, by all means have a seat." Kasady "offered" them. Taking their seats the woman began with simple questions to see how cooperative Cletus would be. "Do you have any hobbies? ASIDE from killing people, if you please." She threw that extra bit in there since she had received many smart aleck remarks from criminals and mentally deranged many times in the past, she learned to throw that extra part in to deter them. Kasady sat back in his chair a bit and obviously, without any effort to hide it readjusted his groin. "Weeeellllll, I like girls, but since I can't get any private time with them in here I" - "Besides that too." Cornellia injected. "I mean I see one now and again and I got favorites, but some of them don't seem to be the talking type... That's okay though, I'm good at talking." Simon Resnick chimed in with, "I'm certain you are, Kasady." "Call me Cletus, or Clete for short." Resnick smiled slightly and allowed the other doctor to proceed with the questions. "Cletus, what are your hobbies aside from the usual?" Kasady finally gave it some thought, even though the drugs were slowing his thinking ability and he finally came to a conclusion, "I like the NEWS channels." "TV?" Darla asked to make sure. "Yes, there's always something good going on on at least ONE of those stations. But that's it really, no other hobbies." Cornellia jotted down this info and then asked, "Favorite foods?" Kasady was looking extremely close at the table as he fiddled with his shackles, then looked up at Cornellia and asked, "They don't let you people out often, do they?" He raised an eyebrow, showing off his green eyes and those red eyebrows.

"Fine, I'll humor you. I like about anything as long as it was alive once. Good enough?" The doctors looked at him blankly for a moment and then Cornellia responded, "Sure, that's good enough. Meat." "What's your favorite color?" Kasady smiled broadly and snickered slowly. His response was an eerie whisper, high enough for the doctors to hear him, but low enough so no one else did.... "What color do you bllleeeeeeeeeeddd?" "Red." Darla said cold and plainly, turning her eyes back to the notepad and jotting down his favorite color. "Okay now, why don't we start talking about you and your family? Maybe chat a bit about your childhood?" She asked, receiving a quick, "Oh come on! That ain't no conversation, why not talk about some of my victims instead?" Resnick looked to the head of this session and shrugged. "I guess that would be a good place to start, maybe then after that we can talk about your childhood?" Kasady nodded slowly with a half smile and replied, "Maybe, maybe not. Dr. Pornellia, where should I begin?" "That's CORnellia." She corrected. "Oooh, I guess I made a boo boo, it's just you look more like some tramp out of a XXX flick than some crusty ol' hag that they'd normally send. Ever seen a XXX vid before?" Cornellia slightly rolled her eyes and thought, *Men, even when they're over the bend sex is on their mind sooner or later.* "Mr. Kasady, your first crime?" He gave a slight laugh at how he was probably annoying his psychiatrists with his constant convo switches, but was quick enough to at least return to what he was originally saying.

"My first victim.... Hmm.... Well, now wait a minute, you said my first 'crime', right? So I guess I have to go back a bit further first before I get to the real juicy stuff. It all started back in my orphanage where I was a bit teased for my 'odd' behavior and often got picked on. I knew even back then that life was chaos, was absolute carnage and that there is no 'true' control over anything, so, I BURNED THE JOINT DOWN! AAHAHAHAHA!" Resnick's eyes widened as the revelation of Kasady admitting to a crime that was once labeled an accident began to sink in. "YOU!? You caused the fire!?" Resnick asked out of disbelief. Kasady nodded with wide open eyes and answered, "Oh yes, you are quite right good sir, quite right." Cornellia remained calm, if not a bit surprised by this random plead of guilt for a crime he would have gotten away with. "Why would you admit to that now? You never mentioned anything about it before." Cletus shrugged and said, "Oops, guess that slipped my mind. No really, half of that 'record' on me is BS. Rape? I never raped anyone, all of the girls I've been with WANTED it."

The two doctors stood up and stepped to the side to trade opinions quietly. Whispering, Simon Resnick asked, "Do you really what this nut is saying?" Cornellia's response, "I don't believe so, more times than not, the person will make claims to make themselves looks more impressive. In his case, I think it's clear he likes to brag." Simon nodded in agreement and asked, "What about the rape charges?" Darla looked to the floor in deep thought and after a moment or two of silence finally answered, "I don't know. The charges were on shaky ground to begin with, not to mention Kasady had a long term girlfriend that resides here in the asylum to this very day. From all her stories, Kasady, while just as deranged as any of us can see, was a 'gentleman' of sorts. It's possible either way, but I wouldn't rule it out right away. Don't forget, we may not get everything out of him due to repressed memories and the drugs." Turning to face the aforementioned nut, the two professionals sat back down and resumed questioning the man. "Okay, can we talk about your first victim now?" The wacko rolled his eyes because he felt he was being rushed to get into detail.

"Well my 'first' victims ain't much to talk about. My cat, my pet bird, a chipmunk, all of them had their necks broken, their eyes gouged out and set on fire." He wiped the drool running from his mouth away and continued, "But my REAL first score was a man running a bed and breakfast out of his small home in North Carolina. Boy, the sheer THRILL of how I pulled it off alone is a joy to remember. I knocked on his door and he shortly answered it, greeting me with that typical 'Hello, sir' crap and asking if I was interested in a place to stay. I said, 'Sure, I'd loved to!' and told him I'd only be around for about a week or so tops. He showed me the place, we introduced each other, made some small talk and then, oh then.... When I showed him what I REALLY wanted you should have heard the guy scream like girl as I drove that knife straight into his chest, probably even pierced his heart. Of course, this was probably my least creative murder ever, but there were many more opportunities to express my artistic skills." Resnick shook his head slightly and asked, "Artistic skills?" "Yeah, everyone has their own way of expressing themselves, and if I think it's artistic to butcher and flay people then I can damn well think that, can't I? That's what freedom's all about, riiiiight?" Silence fell over the cell for the next few minutes, the sweet smell of insanity stewing throughout the facility.

---To be continued---