Ok, so I'm giving writing a try. I've had this idea for awhile. Yes, it's a Doc Ock fan fic (movie Doc Ock). Erm, most of the characters are loosly based off my friends…and yes, I wrote myself in there (hey, I haven't been lucky in the relationship realm and I'm thinking this helps somehow...yay for self gratification). Sorry if it's kinda' bad….I haven't written in ages.

Oh, and I relate a lot of the chapters to songs (I usually find a song to listen to while typing a chapter….so yeah, I will periodically be quoting songs).

Chloe, Sam, Tami © me

Doctor Octopus, Harry Osbourne, Peter Parker, Spiderman © Marvel comics (gods at work!)

Chapter 1.

Army of Me.

"And if you complain once more

you'll meet an army of me"Bjork

Nightfall in the city. As the sun goes down the streets light up. Buildings become illuminated with dozens of lights like one gigantic Christmas tree. Night also has an uncanny knack for bringing out the stranger creatures of the city. Men clad in purple Mohawks and enough jewelry to send the metal industry out of business, woman with white make up caked on beneath pitch eyeliner looking like odd porcelain dolls.

A crisp breeze fell upon Doctor Otto Octavious as he stood atop a large building looking down on the rest of New York. He gazed awhile as he finished a cigar, eventually grunting in disapproval at the streets below. He drew up his collar, briefly pausing to feel the back of his neck. Cold metal; a constant reminder of his past, present and future.

It's time a small voice hissed at him.

"I realize that" he growled before flicking his cigar over the building and without hesitation began to climb down the building.

The building was a large apartment complex. He was on a mission for money. Unfortunately a life of crime had driven Otto into hiding, only to occasionally emerge for money and at times an attempt at normality.

He was once the most feared villain in New York. He was waiting. Waiting for the most opportune moment to come back. Part of him wanted back that life of crime, of destruction and anarchy. Another part wanted nothing more that to lead a relatively normal life. Close to the life he led before the accident.

These were the thoughts plaguing the mind of Otto Octavious as he scaled the building briefly pausing to look in upon the various apartments in the complex. These were the thoughts that constantly plagued his mind.

Finally he stopped at one. He made sure to keep out of sight as he peered through the partially opened window.

Inside was a young woman. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. She was covered in paint. She worked frantically on the canvas sitting in front of her

"Oh brilliant…I'm robbing an artist" Otto thought to himself.

After a few minutes the young woman sighed rather disapprovingly, set down her brush and pallet and walked out the door to her apartment.

"Perfect" Octavious said under his breath and with one quick motion he opened the window fully and swung inside. He looked about the apartment once he was inside.

It was decently sized with its own loft. There were various painting supplies strewn about the living room on a small table. Various paintings hung about the walls. Paintings of the city, of people. Out of curiosity he glanced at the most recent work. Spiderman.

"Of course" Otto sneered "Everyone loves the bug…"

He carried on rummaging through the apartment, when the door opened.

There stood the girl.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!?" She exclaimed.

She dropped her mug at the sight she saw in her kitchen.

There standing in front of her was a man. He was tall and decently built with thick brown hair that fell in front of his face. He wore an olive green trench coat and sunglasses. He turned to look at her along with the four mechanical arms protruding from his back which were now all fixated on the young woman, mechanically hissing and screeching at the rude surprise.

Without warning one tentacle reached out to grab her. She nimbly dodged and sent a side kick straight into Otto. He gasped as he lost his breath. He hadn't anticipated that. As he fell backwards one of the tentacles reached out grabbing a kitchen drawer for support only to rip it off of its hinges sending the drawer and various dishware crashing to the floor.

"You asshole! Those were my only dishes!" She yelled.

Octavious regained himself and again swung at her with one long tentacle, she tried dodging only to be tripped by the tip of a large claw. She rolled to her feet and immediately spun around to kick again, this time catching Otto in the shoulder. He reached to grab her, she quickly ducked and rolled between his legs. Before he could turn to face her and before she could react in time a tentacle with one swift move grabbed her and pushed her against a wall. Otto moved in close to her. She was now face to face with Doctor Otto Octavious.

"Well, my dear it appears you've had some training" He said coolly.

"Yeah. Black belt. Thanks for asking..." She managed to spit out as she tried to struggle free from the grip of the claw.

"I'm sorry to say, that won't be enough when dealing with the likes of Doc Ock" He growled as a rather large blade protruded from another tentacle.

She struggled more

"I wouldn't struggle, I'll only be more tempted to crush you" he calmly explained with a smirk.

As he said this there was a sudden, strange change.

"Something's not right" He thought as the tentacle holding the girl retracted and she fell to the ground gasping for air. Otto stumbled back a few steps, bewildered. He wasted no time, made his way to the window and quickly disappeared.

The girl regained herself and ran to the window screaming obscenities to the stranger who disappeared into the night.

"Chloe," A male's voice interrupted from the door "What the hell happened?"

"Sam, you are not going to believe this…"Chloe sighed