Twin Hybrid
(Ch7 Metallic Nightmare)
Doc Ock, Harry Osborn, Spiderman © Marvel Aqua Arachnia © DBR
The couch was the best place to crash after a night out in town. Many thoughts merged into Aqua's mind as she flipped over and landed onto the orange stained couch. She pulled a blanket off the floor and threw it over her. She untied the black pouch around her waist and sat it on the table. Her one arm dangled as she passed out from the tiring night.
A loud crash startled Harry as Spiderman burst through his door. "I'm here."
Harry rubbed his forehead. "Must you destroy something else in my life? Peter, what are you doing here? I've told you so many times it's over!"
He laughed. "Harry, we need to talk about this. If you don't talk about it, how will any thing be resolved?"
"Just-just go!" Harry grabbed a knife. "Or I'll---" His hand was instantly webbed with the knife on the floor.
Peter marched up to him. He looked Harry straight in the eyes. "Do you hate me that much? Why can't you believe me when I say I didn't kill your father. He—he--"
Harry looked a way and swallowed. "He what?"
Peter moved back from being in Harry's face. Sweat had trickled down Harry's face. It dripped to the floor. His complexion revealed more. It was full of pain, anger, and sorrow. He wanted answers. He wanted to do his father good by destroying Parker. Harry's dilemma remained—to kill his friend to justify his father's death, or to let him live and move on. Harry looked into Peter's eyes. He only saw his friend, not this Spiderman who only fought for justice when people were looking. How could Peter hurt his father? His face looked more now like a raging rabies infected dog. He stared down Peter until he spoke.
Harry spat out harsh words. "You dare to say you didn't kill my dad? You liar! That-- he just was beat up by himself? He made the wounds on his body? If you didn't, then why did you bring his body back?"
Peter softened his voice. "Harry, I couldn't see your father be left in some alley way. He tried to kill me. I didn't kill him---the glider did."
Peter stopped. He knew he couldn't tell Harry. He vowed secretly, but know he had broken his own vow.
"The glider? What glider? Who's glider? Did my company's competitors send the glider to kill him? I knew they couldn't play fair!"
"Harry, the glider was sent for me. I leapt out of the way." He got enough nerve to continue. "Your dad was, was in front of me. I leapt out of the way and wasn't fast enough to stop the glider. I—I landed on the wall, as…..it went through him."
"Through him?" Like squealing wheels, that sentence made Harry clench his teeth in horror.
"You can't be serious? You expect me--"
Peter's frustration came about, "Harry, just listen. It's the truth. I looked up to your father. Why would I do anything to hurt him? I fight crime—remember?"
Harry swung at Peter. "That's not the truth." Peter knew he had to subdue Harry, or he'll end up getting himself more hurt. Peter flipped Harry on his back and webbed to the floor.
"Will you listen now?"
"That's all you are is a bully. You bullied my father into believing you were such a good guy."
Peter was distracted from Harry's amateur insults. He smelled something. Cigars?
"Harry, do you smoke cigars?"
"My dad has them stored. He used to smoke them. I never touch them. I prefer a liquid alternative."
Peter looked on the ground, seeing a similar gold seal and number. "I saw this kind before."
"No, duh. They are made everywhere, some more expensive than others."
"Sorry, just thinking of something."
"You are sounding more crazy than that Octavius guy."
Peter didn't hear his insult. He thought about how he could explain to Harry what happened. "Harry, unlike that Octavius guy, I was your friend. I never wanted fame. I never wanted this power. I just, wanted to be me. I honestly would never hurt your father. Why did I help you at the showing? Why did I try to save MJ and stop him? I could have joined him."
"You just did that to show people you do good. You saved MJ to remind me of how you took her from me. For all I know you two could have been involved together. You destroyed my company as well! You killed another life! Admit it Parker. You are a murderer!"
Peter drew a deep frown. "You know that's not true. Don't say that Harry. Octavius loved his fame more than your dream. I looked up to him. I never was with him to take MJ away. He slammed me into the wall at the dinner, so that you could kill me. Who is the bad guy now? Who told him I was with MJ? Should I suspect you are innocent."
"Ok, Ok! I admit it. I did want you dead, but I asked Otto to keep you alive. Yeah, I did want to kill Spiderman but not you. When I found out it was you, I just freaked. Whether you did kill him or not, he's gone. How can I justify his life?"
"You could try to live life doing good it like he's watching."
"I know he's watching." Harry said as Peter paused.
"Why would he want me dead? What did I do to him? If he's watching, how would you killing me, help him?"
Harry looked down, hearing Norman's voice. "Harry, don't tell him anything. You won't forgive him."
"I can't forgive you Peter."
"When will you be able to?" Peter sat down next to Harry. Harry tugged from underneath the web, which didn't give way. Harry just stared. Peter lowered his eyes. He eventually got up from the floor. Peter handed Harry a knife to cut himself free.
Harry cut himself rather slowly from the webbing. He stared at Peter. "Pete, just leave me alone for a while. I don't know what I'll do."
Parker got up and walked out the door he burst in through. Harry sat on the floor, with the dagger in his right hand. He flung it at the picture frame.
Octavius got back to his lair, not long after Aqua Arachina. He saw her passed out on the couch. The top right tentacle grabbed the pouch with the instructions inside it.
He smiled, "You've done well." He said softly, as he sat down on an army green colored table. "What secrets do you hold?" He opened the bag and poured out the silvery square object. He kept his brown gloves on as he studied the object in his right hand. He pulled down a circular magnifying glass from the ceiling. Odd numbers adorned the back, along with the Oscorp logo.
Otto pulled out a clear plastic coated part—revealing a sensor. "Ah, now to program you myself." The top left tentacle took the small piece of paper and held it in front of his face. Octavius read the numbers outloud. The sensor light on the front changed from black to pink. The default setting now was over ridden.
Ock smirked as the object formed a round bullet –shape before him. He rattled off some numbers and code as the object mimicked his facial features, reflecting Ock's face like a mirror.
"You are something else."
The object studied Ock's hovering tentacle with it's pink light, no dimmer than a LED. It shot out a small little bit of silvery substance holding like Ock's arm near it's structure.
"Take a good look. You might learn something."
Flo hovered close to the object. Her AI brain studied the object, as the object did too. It's silvery surface changed to match much of Ock's shingled tentacle features. Soon like branches, it sprouted four other arms, it even changed the inner surface of the mimicking tentacles to glow red.
"Incredible. Besides mimicking this technology, what else could you be useful for?"
Flo backed off. The AI never had feelings, but some how learned that this technology was more advanced and rather imposing. Otto felt the computer's hesitant response to watching the small silver mimic.
"If you're just metallic, multifaceted parroting, A.I, then you have sorely disappointed me."
It wiggled and rose to gaze into Otto's eyes. It changed its metallic gauze to match the dark glasses he wore. The silvery A.I latched onto Ock's top right tentacle, which made Otto jump. It slithered at top speed over the tentacle and into the circuitry. It spread to the other tentacles and into his spine. Now Otto was officially freak out! The artificial creature even invaded Otto's synaptic wiring, which communicated his brain and the tentacles ."No, you cannot have access to my A.I systems. Override! You can't override! Arrgh!"
Father, what is this other voice?
The Mo faced the other four.
Why is this other person wanting to enter our mind?
All three tentacles now faced Otto who was trying his mental best to stop the cerebral intruder.
I sense that there are now six of us.
Who are you?
Otto fell to the ground as the entire substance infiltrated the tentacles. They lashed about and then fell silent as the rising sun started a new day and the start of a large nightmare.
