The Price of Invention: The Danger of Being Royalty
(Chapter 3:Upcoming Surprise)
DBR Kyle Suivatco: May Parker, Doc Ock, Spiderman © Marvel
May Parker wasn't normally awoken be the coffee's mild aroma, but woke immediately as the strange smell invades her nostrils. Realizing that today was the last day of 'Spider-girl' punishment, she leaped out of her bed. She raced to her computer and started chatting with her friend. She rubbed her bed head. She smiles excessively at her friend's responses. She giggles as she types.
So does he really like me?
Apparently, Kyle hasn't shut up about you. Seriously, you should get together
Well, I've been on here for 5 minutes. I got to go.
Peter Parker sips the coffee in front of the TV as May comes down a bit later. She back flips down the stairs. MJ gives pursed lips at May's behavior.
"This isn't the circus, so please don't back flip down stairs, or front-flip. Stairs are for walking. What if someone saw you?"
She smiles, then she apologizes, "Sorry, mom. I'm excited! Today's my last day at the no red-and-blue suit punishment."
She plops herself down into the gray plushy couch next to her dad. MJ walks to the couch with her hands on her hip, "You have only a half an hour to get to school. Your breakfast is ready. It is on the counter," she implies, "so there are no 'couch-hops' that will serve it to you."
"Finally," Parker mutters as the news caster's camera man zooms in on the Queen's announcement. The 'new' Queen of England adjusts her coat and white gloves about to speak. The death of the long-lived Queen was hard on England, and making her appearance to the world was the major issue that she had to deal with. She had to follow her example, and in doing so it meant dressing effectively.
Doc Ock decided to take notice of this broadcast, on his early morning rounds, for any opportunity to get 'free' food. He stood next to a red canopy food stand of mouth-watering articles. The man slept away in a chair watching his food cart. The newspaper covered his lap. A small TV now is displaying the breaking news. The bad reception of the small Tv set irks Ock.
She smiles gracefully, "Attention New Yorkers. This announcement has so much to do with England and New York. It as if we are a connected global family. Like a fairy tale, I will say that a long, long, long time ago in a land of kings and knights, the vary lands of England were named, birthed and conquered. Well, it seems that one of the local places of England has a mystery to be solved. Orpington, a region of London has its historical oddities to figure out. Solving this puzzle requires a blood test. I will inform you that more of this riddle with be revealed. The tale of the two battling kingdoms of Meadowll and Buherter can only be solved by testing blood. The one person who's blood matches will be made prince of that providence. I know this might sound strange, the authoritative position can be changed for adjustment to the 21st Century, but for the most part, England has to know the rightful prince and finish this mystery once and for all."
Peter sets his coffee down in shock, as May moves in her seat.
Ock's tentacle's fix the reception with a screw driver.Ock finally hears it better huffing, "At last."
She continues on, "We have pin pointed through possible ancestors that New York is the place too look. However, since nothing is 100 correct, we will test all 50 states of the United States for the finding. Another piece to this puzzle is a missing artifact. For years, like the Holy Grail, the missing texts on inventions the Meadowll kingdom is of concern. Just as, for example a diary of Da Vinci stating he could have painted another painting, and a descried painting was not in his possession, the thought of theft might come to mind. UK too, thinks that the missing medieval artifacts and texts might be missing. The massive search has already taken place. We will need everyone's help. This means everyone should check out their closets for any old paintings, old medieval items you might think originated from the 1400-1500 area. Thank you all!
"Artifacts, who needs them? Scoffs Ock, "What I care about is present technology."
He grabs some bagels, eating them cold. He rips it with his teeth roughly. He leaves a play dollar bill as the snoring man wakes up. He notices the miniature TV is fixed and scratches his head.
He then sees four bagels missing and screams, "Thief!"
Ock careless walks off into the distance to his dark corner of the world-the docks.
The Queen leaves the spotlight, while many reporters flail questions at her. She nods politely and takes off into her decorative car. By that time, May is eating her cold eggs and milk. She hurries upstairs to get dressed.
"What do you think of that Peter?" She caresses his arm.
"That's really, I don't know what to say. Does this mean that England will have to get rid of it's monarchy? Does this mean that London will have to re-access its land? I'm curious," He turns to MJ, "I'm more worried about how May is acting. She's been too happy for punishment. Is she avoiding it? I hope it's not the Tom Sawyer method? What if she's hiring someone else?"
MJ laughs, "No, I know May. She has to be in love. She's only doing the stuff we tell her because she doesn't want us finding out. It's all in her expressions. She hurries to her computer and talks with her friend. They giggle so much, and when I mention did you see a boy you like, she her face turns into a strawberry."
Peter sighs loudly, "Boys are trouble, especially if she's got something that could put her at risk. If she does fall in love she might blurt out who she is, or who I am."
MJ rolls her eyes, "It took you how long to tell me, and I haven't told anyone."
Peter get's up quickly defending his position, "All it takes is a bit of truth-serum and even the codes to some nuclear bomb aren't safe. So what makes me think anyone can really keep it?"
Peter picks up his coffee. He steps into the kitchen as she hold his shoulder," Don't underestimate the power of love," she whispers into his ear softly, "there is always danger, but love is a strong force. If he's one to be trusted, then she will let him know who she is."
MJ herself sighs, "I do agree though, anyone can yank the truth out. But, maybe spiders have resistance against certain drugs. You never know," she pokes him playfully in the arm.
Peter snaps out of his daze, "Oh! Well, that's great. I forgot I had to develop the film for J. J before this afternoon. The place isn't open until ten. It takes three hours for it to be fully processed. J. J wanted it on noon sharp! This is horrible. I should buy a newer camera!"
MJ put her hand over her mouth, "I'm so sorry Peter.What was it from?"
"It was from the Major's-that street gang that attacked J. J's son. I'm in deep water now. I could take a spin around to another place. It might be more expensive than the usual place I got to, but it's better than J. J's insults."
He charges upstairs into the small closet and grabs his outfit. He quickly changes and swings off, without saying goodbye to MJ-one thing he never does.
MJ walks up stairs to see if Peter would come down. She walks up and sees he's already gone. Her face is glum. She turns about and heads back down the white stairs.
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Dressing in his best green shirt, and black pants is Kyle Suivacto. He combs his hair upwards and back. He smiles widely while looking into his mirror.
He heads to his bed, grabbing his book bag and heaves it onto his shoulder. He glances out the window seeing that the sky is looking cloudy. He shrugs. As he walks away in a slightly, now dismal mood, he hears small thumping noises.
He turns the knob on his mahogany door just shirking off the odd noise. He soon leaves his apartment.
Ten minutes later, at school, he skates into the parking lot. The school's atmosphere seems to emit a high concentration of excitement. He looks left and right seeing a crowd of students hurrying into school. He glances immediately at his watch. He shakes his head. He wrinkles his brows perplexingly.
"Hey, Kyle," he turns to the familiar voice to his right as car's seem to pull up like a gas station to school.
His smile grows, then drops like a rock. He see's a rather tall, yet round gentleman, having Beatle imitation cedar color hair, in green, wearing a green tie, matching cargo pants and an overall coat. He messes with his dark eye glasses. He wiggles his finger at Kyle to approach.
His lip curls in a half smile. He shakes off this man's request. He shakes his head and ignores this man. He hurries into school.
Inside the class is May. She smiles and laughs at the slightest thing. A fly zooms in and out of the class and she laughs. Everyone gives her a look. They then get ready their school supplies. Kyle heads into school with a walk. He acts like a flirting peacock. He enters the room wearing blue-tinted sun glasses.
"Kyle is here! No need to fear!" he blurts out jokingly.
She waves sheepishly at him. Her face is pinker than it should be. Snorting and giggling echo through the class
He sails into his seat. He turns to look at her. He lowers his shades and winks at May.
A Paper lands on his desk as he looks at it puzzled. The teacher only raises her eyes then heads to the front to teach. A small amount of vapor rises from under the door. She pays no attention to it.
Emotion of happiness swells within May. She day dreams of them together in the Park holding hands…
"Let's go May!" screams her teacher her. The room now is in a thick mist!
May is jerked back to reality. She flies out of her seat along with Klye down the hall. They crawl on the ground through the thick smoke to find an exist. The fumes disorient May as she tries to follow her class mates out. She soon is touching walls to the exist but forgets which way to go.
Kyle calls for May, but it is futile as she went around in a circle to the cafeteria.
Somehow, the sprinklers didn't register any flames, and this only feeds the blaze spreading though out the school.
She slows, feeling her way out, as the smoke seems to not only to make her cough, but suck away and oxygen she needs from the clouded air. She's soon feeing a door, only to be so confused, mistaken it for the cook's entrance.
She collapses.
Her senses are impaled. What is real and isn't get's mixed into the very situation she is trying desperately to get out.
She feels herself being dragged backwards through the smoke. She slides along ground not trying to reach any further. In her mental state, locations such as up and down have equal standing.
Dragged outside, she feels her sides; something cold was around her leg. It soon delicately let go. She coughs and inhales deeply the fresh air. She pushes herself up. Faint screaming comes to her right. She turns seeing her teacher.
She wipes her soot covered face and looks dazed at them.
She coughs hoarsely, "Did…did you get….me out?"
They look as confused as she is.
"We thought you crawled out."
Klye comes up to her and drops to his knees. He helps her up to her feet, "May!"
"Klye!" She looks into his eyes, "My hero."
He looks at her. Fear stands out from his eyes. His grip on her arm is tight.
"No, we all thought you crawled out."
She wonders, "If I did, then I would know it. I couldn't find the exist. I fell to the ground and stopped. Something grabbed my legs and dragged me out. Are their any fire men on the scene?"
"No, but there was someone here earlier, someone said they saw a man in expensive clothing in green and some kids on skate boards."
"Green…"
"Green," repeated Kyle, "I think I know…..what could have happen," he stopped himself.
May noticed his odd sentence as fire trucks blare their horns. They pull in drastically fast to the school.
"What could have?" The teacher demanded to know.
Kyle stops holding May's arm, "Um….what if the teens caused it…." He said stuttering.
She holds his hand. He has his behind his back she holds it tightly.
"Either way, you need to go to the—"
The medics soon arrive to May's side. They point to the bright orange stretcher.
"I'm fine," she says coughing.
She compiles anyway, sitting down with an oxygen mask over her mouth.
"You were in there longer than anyone else," Kyle speaks. His eyes ooze worry.
Kyle looks back into the distance, the man he knows is walking into a dark alleyway. His coat swirls at the end.
May starts to cry. They all look at her in fear. Kyle holds her arm, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
She sniffles, "Now…now… I might be punished again….for..for…not paying attention in school…or something like that… I'm finally off detention…..I-I-I"
They all shake their heads dismissingly. One of the medic's replies, "This could be part of trauma, on a lesser scale just her coping with the situation, so we'll have to see how much damage was done."
May looks with her clouded eyes at Kyle and thinks, "Just want I wanted. What if they think I caused this?"
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That day, school was cancelled due to the fire. The fire remained only in the science lab. It had been put out by the fire fighters, but the smell lingered through-out the school. What caused it was now determined. Too many Bunsen burners were left on. Some homework papers had blown from desk to the hot areas by the wind. Once the table was on fire, it spread to the ceiling and upwards. A few safety features had kept it from spreading-specialized insulation and ani-flamitory parts. The sprinkler's not coming one-was the worst during the fire.
Back at home, May sat up in bed in a rather sad mood. She held the pillow to her hand.
"Why didn't my sense go off? It's not like it didn't alert me before with the gang's starting fires down in Manhattan's tire lot. What caused this?"
She hugs her pink pillow closely as she sits on her pale purple bed in her socks.
Tink!
Tink!
She furrow's her brow at the strange sound and heads to the window. Standing below it is Kyle. He's kicking his skateboard with his head down.
She raises a corner of her mouth reviewing the odd scene and then opens the window.
"Kyle! Hey, nice to see you!"
He's jolted from his menial task and looks up at her sheepishly smiling.
"May! How are you?" He waves.
The neighbor's dog starts barking unusually as it seems that Klye is the main reason as to it's repetitive barking.
"I'll be right," she coughs, "down!"
Peter looks out the window at him curiously as May descends the stairs. She waves to her dad to open the door.
Smiling from ear-to-ear she says, "Dad, it's my friend Kyle! Um…could be boyfriend."
He jerks his brows upwards, "Boy-friend? Shouldn't you inform your parents of this?"
"Well, that's if he feels the same way. Remember, Jack and how I as into him? I guess he never felt the same way. I think we might have a connection. I hope you can chill and let me get to know him, Ok?"
Peters snorts and folds his arms, "Chill? Young lady there is a boy in my front lawn and you want to just hang out with out even asking if it was ok?"
"I just want to talk, not hang out. If I do I'll tell you, either way," she rolls her eyes, "you could find out anyway. When we are on a date-hoping he likes me--please can I have some distance from any red-suited supervision?"
He shuffles his feet, "Well, May, you can talk to him, but no sneaking off. If you want to go some where you need both of your approvals."
"Sure, dad" she smiles and heads up.
Kyle leaps at her and hugs her. May asks happily, "So, we are more than friends?"
He turns red and rubs the back of his hair sloppily, "Well, I do hug people, but I really like you. I do like you-like you. I like you as a girlfriend. Do you like me in that way?"
He takes her hand and holds it, "Yes I do! This is cool! So, what do we do next?"
He laughs, "I never been on a date before. I'm a lonely dude. We…..could see my house."
Her smiles shrinks to a small curl to her left of her lip. Her eyes lower, "I hope you're not thinking about--"
"—No, heck no! I meant see the pole table I got! I want to challenge you to it! If you want we can ask your parents to come, if they are not like into you going alone."
She turns back to look at her dad staring from the window, "I know he won't like me going alone. We could all go, I hope the care-taker—if you call him or her that—will allow."
He shakes his head back and forth, "He shouldn't mind at all. He's usually away on business stuff. It's hard to explain him to you. It's like he's a single-father, but not really. He's like an Uncle. We have nothing in common by blood, but he's a close family friend. He's the one who has the last name of Suivacto. My real last name is Jones. I kept this one only because he adopted me."
The dogs bark on and off again. They soon settle down and go into their doghouses.
"So, what business does he do?" She queries as they walk to May's house.
He laughs, "That's the thing. He has odd jobs. It pays well, but most of the money I'm living on is from our own family inheritance. My parents worked in two great money making jobs. My dad sold suits. My mom could convince you to buy houses, her it was a skill she learned as a realtor. We don't live like Donald Trump, but we aren't that too far off."
May pushes the white front door open, the new's is turned down, but faint chattering of princes and princes fade in and out of their ears. Peter has seated himself in a chair near the window. He helps himself up to meet the youngsters.
"Kyle has invited me and mom and you, dad, to his place."
"You want MJ and I to come along? We'd love to, but don't get any idea that you too will be alone in a house, hotel or any place without parental supervision."
Kyle smiles, "Sir, I won't let any harm to May. I'd put up a fight to stop anyone from hurting her. I also would like to go on a date with her. It seems we are more than friends."
Peter starts to chuckle, "Any other breaking news that I should know about?"
"That's it."
"All I have to do is go home and get the place ready. I know I should have before you asked, but I wanted to know what time would be ok and all that."
May holds his hand, " Is 4:00 a good time to come over Kyle?"
"Well, I'll ask if that time is ok."
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Upon arriving a tan note was left on the sink's countertop. Kyle read it out loud:
Dear Kyle,
Seems business has wrapped it's arms around me again. You can invite whomever you want to the house. If you have a mess, you must clean it up. I'm sorry I can not be there from 1-7. You may invite them over today.
Sincerely,
Oscar
Kyle rips up the letter and throws it into the trash, "You are more absent than the parents that have left me. Fine, I'll have fun. It seems you never want to meet my friends…..why?"
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At the docks, Otto tinkers with the head of A, his top right tentacle. He paints on a clear coating from a large bottle in his left hand.
"Now, let's see how this works. If my calculations are correct, I won't need Oscorp's help improve the arms to better eradicate that swinging city nuisance," he then screws the cap of the bottle shut and the left bottom tentacle grabs hold of it puts it on the metal shelf.
"Nano-technology is just another invention that will fall into the wrong hands. I'll make sure I'm the first wrong hands," he jokes wickedly.
He leans back into the rusty and broken rolling chair and folds his hands into a temple.
"To defeat the my enemy, mere wit and technology must merge."
(tentacle C) So, daddy, what will you do to improve us? You have already installed a dagger, mini claws, a welding tool, metallic rope. What else will help us stop this man who hurts you?
He answers the bottom left tentacle named C, "C, what I will do is something not even Spider-man will be able to predict," Ock grabs a black hour glass, "Natural selection was always a biological theme I admired in college. I did receive dual degrees, though I should have become a doctor in that field. I'm sure with my excellent cranium that it would have been a piece of the periodic table to attain this secondary degree. The time is coming when survival of the fittest will show that machine is superior to any mutant freak's advantages. It is only a matter of time my friend. Tick! Tick! Enjoy your fame while you can, before you understate the great Dr. Octavius the last time," he chuckles wickedly as the arms sway hissing in increments similar to his laughing.
His laughter reaches the roof as pigeons flutter in and out. A few droppings land on his laboratory table.
The bottom right tentacle D takes notice.
(D replies) What is that white stuff on the table?
Ock stops his evil chuckling to take notice of the bird droppings.
"Filthy birds! Why must a scientist of my genius put up with such disgusting living quarters—"
He then stops and rubs his chin, "Money does come easy to me know. It is time for a change. Owning a one-piece wardrobe is hardly suitable. I think I shall get the desired funds. Drawing attention shouldn't be a problem, after all I don't have to sneak into a bank anymore,"
The tentacles gather near his face, "I understand completely what to do now. Maybe that invention the Lady of England discussed isn't something to dismiss. It could be of use to me. If it's a rare piece of weaponry, then it should be studied by someone who will give it proper honor—that someone is me. This blood issue is intriguing. I wonder if Spider-Nat will be there? Why yes, he could try to look out for the well being of those willing to deliver the crimson-gold into the hands of the blood bank operators. Aha! What if……nah…that's incongruous to think that he might be?"
He looks at the arms, "What do you say? You agree?"
The arm nods after it gives him it's thoughts.
(A responds)The possibility exists daddy that that mean man could be royal too?
His eyes snap open wider. He smugly states, "All these epiphanies--silly notions-- can't all be correct. Any evidence would have to be more than coincidental to affect my actions. But you do all agree that I should--"
All the tentacles wiggle back and forth, "It is settled then. First plan A, plan B—no I wasn't talking about you A, and B, you need a hearing adjustment chip. I said Plan A and Plan be. I know it sounds pitiful, but what else do you suppose I say to any course of action? This should be the trap that I have been waiting to set! I can't let him find out though. My lurking in and out of the docks have only added to tensions between us."
The sand begins to pour slowly from the large hour glass. A two octopuses decoratively lean against it's s structure. The aesthetic appeal makes Ock smirk looking at it.
He continues staring, "Dinner should be ready soon? Well it's only 4:30, I should begin the next phase."
He hums to himself Mozart. He quotes a few Hemmingway lines as he types on a computer while his tentacles do various tasks on other computers. Light barely pours into his work space. The shattered wood and metal allows for a few bright spots and rainy spots for the drizzly days. He sips some coffee with his one hand as computer codes flicker on the screen. One tentacle takes notice and unscrews an old light bulb several feet upward. It replaces it without getting the Doctor off task in the least.
"Ick!" he blurts out as one tentacle winds it's away through a spider web.
"If it's not a big pest it's small ones that irate me," he frowns.
The next tentacle grabs a gray can and sprays the top area; flies, spiders drop dead. The action realizes a small smirk on his face and a short chuckle.
All the tentacles squeal with electronic pleasure as he barks, "Get back to work!"
