"What has happened to me?"
"What went wrong?"
"Peter was right, I miscalculated..."
"I couldn't have miscalculated..."
Authors Notes: I've noticed that I had some errors on my first chapter, and I will promise that one day I will edit them. I have some trouble using the HTML code, so the story may still be confusing. But again, I will edit everything so that there will be italics and bold writing. That way you can understand my original intentions. I also like to thank all of you who have enjoyed my first chapter, thanks, and I will continue to write more chapters, just as long as there are reviews. ;)
Chapter Two: "Why?"
Rosie, Rosie, Rosie...
"Rosie!" The patient raged as he trashed about within the hospital halls and wings. He ran about waving his metal tentacles around and crashing them onto innocent patients or staff. Suddenly, he stopped.
There in the midst of a cloud of dust and flickering lights, was the one man who wanted an answer. The one man who wanted to know why? The one man named, Otto Octavius. That one man had curly brown hair, which was matted down on his head due to sweat and tears. His brown eyes were watery and shiny due to anger and sorrow. There was a voice in his head that was right, he lost everything he loved; his work, his life, his love. Why?
He wore a hospital uniform for the patients only, Otto tore of his shirt, leaving him with his light blue pants. Otto panted and gasped. Trying to force the tears back. His face grew red hot and his there was a strong lump in his throat that was the size of his created monsters. His heart and head ached, both screaming in tears in both asking the question, why?
Otto glanced around the hall, trying to focus his image on the catostrophic mess he created. There was the distant fire alarm and the screams of nurses and the footsteps of oncoming cops and security guards. The lights flickered on and off. Otto then closed his eyes and fell back on his back. He heard the distant screams od something unatural within his head. He felt the pain of his back and the loss of blood. There he was laying in sorrow and greif. He whimpered and cried in silence, still listening to screamins and sirens from outside. He could feel the metal arms moving about, like they had a mind of their own, like they too where living...
Otto, Otto, Otto, OTTO!
Otto gasped and opened his eyes. "W-who's there?" He sat up, the pain still there.
Do not fret master. We are you and you are us.
Otto panted. He swept the sweat off his forehead and saw his hand trembling with all the mixed emotions. "WHO"S THERE!" He cried.
Silence master. There is no need to rage about any longer. You have your creations now. Your only possession in this world. You have you last work and your last life. We are what you lost the most.
"SHUT UP! LEAVE ME!" Otto cried again. He knew his shouts were going to attract the cops. "I am dead." He whimpered as he closed his eyes.
You are, but you still have us. We are not. We are the only ones who are there for you, and you know that. We are you and you are us.
"But, Why?" He whispered. "WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY?!!!"
Silence Otto! It was not to be, but what we can only do now, is not to weep, but to act.
"What are you saying?" Otto struggled to say with the lump still in his throat.
ACT! OTTO! Act, act in way you never did. Take your place in this world now. You were living once, now you are dead. Now, realize your purpose in death. You died, you are reborn with us. Realize why this happened!
Otto's head burned. "I can't, I can't!" Otto shouted. "I've lost too much!" He said softly. The footsteps were gaining closer.
Be strong, now rise. Rise and take action and return what you have lost! You will realize and soon will act! Until then, remember...
Otto gathered his strength and slowly kept panting. His face was hot and wet. Then, he gripped his fist and glared at the two doors ahead of him. There the cops would soon burst through, but not for him. For their own death.
Otto tried to remember what happened, but everything had blended into one emotion, anger. He felt his head spinning and his heart splitting and his cody tearing into both madness and fear. He couldn't hold it any longer...
Otto, we are alive...
"Okay, before we start, Did anyone loose twenty dollars in a rubber band? Because we found the rubber band."
There was soft laughter and mummur.
"And now, allow me to introduce to you to my new assistances."
A cloth was pulled away that was draped over something, and with many gasps and chatter, the many people started to believe in one man.
There was a scientist and his wife in the center of labratory within a research complex. They were surrounded by a dozens of scientist, great corporation dealers, funders, and the press. Among those were Peter Parker and the son of the infamous Norman Osborn, Harry Osborn. He was the main funder of the whole project called, Sub-Sun.
The scientist, who now stepped on a steel platform with pride in his work was Doctor Otto Octavius. A famous man, respected in his work and undenied by his accurate calculation in both the sciences and formulas.
What had gotten the audience was that he wore thick black goggles and so did everyone else. They heard that this new creation that Otto had created called Sub-Sun, would be a substitue sun. If this was so, Otto would be on the brink of a mjor breakthrough, perhaps beyond?
His wife, Rosie Octavius, who loved and cherished him as her own life stood by his side. She was a peaceful woman who enjoyed the litural arts and she loved him.
Otto felt the same way about her. He loved her as his own life and work. He looked at her from the platform and smiled as she walked over. Rosie kissed him on the cheek and whispered into his ear, "Otto, I love so much. Go change the world."
Otto felt the feeling he got whenever she was around. He felt a deep sensation of love and happiness, as if nothing would ever break them apart. He would give up his creations and his life's work for her.
Otto smiled and nodded at her. Rosie walked back and smiled as her husband, a respected man, is going to change the world. He was, she knew it.
Otto sighed once more before feeling the support-belt being attached around his waist. Two Co-Scientists grabbed each end, like a seat belt and wrapped it around his waist. They both buckled several belts before making sure that it was sturdy.
No one knew what was in store, much more than what was that thing that Otto had pulled the cover from. It looked like four short arms. Each one with three claws on them. They were connected to a long thin mechanical spine and finally, with the support belt on the bottom.
Otto felt the cold shiver of excitment and accomplishment, either that, or it was the mechanical spine that the assistants placed ontop of otto's natural spine. One both the left and right side of the metallic spine, there was a line of needle that started from the bottom back collar bone to the top of the tail bone. The needle barely touched his skin, but they made a haunting image of upcoming pain. Last, the scientists slowly placed a small but long needle underneath the bottom of the back skull and the top of the spine. That too barely touched the skin.
Peter Parker stared at what otto was trying to accomplish here. He remembered that he said once during his visitation with him and his wife, that he accomplished the impossible. To join brainwaves with a computer's mainframe.
Peter's breath grew shallow and cold. Something was not right here, this is much too risky.
After several moments, Otto took one last glance back at his wife and with that same emotion rushing through him and nodded at his fellow scientists who slowly sighed and turned to the contorl panel.
"As you can see here, I will now join electrical connections with the computer's mainfarame and my nerve cells. Thus, giving me an exta appendage. But, I see confusion among most of you. These four arms will soon extend more than fifty feet. They are my greatest accomplishments, yet. What I am about to show you, will prove why I need these Assistances. I will now accomplish the impossible! Behold, with pain I will-"
"AAARRGHHHH!" Otto growled as the needles shot straight into his spinal cord and into his nerves. But what gave Otto that gasping look was that the long needle placed before his cerebrum had jammed itself into his mind. A small trickle of blood ran down his spine, making Rosie gasp and placing her hand over her mouth.
Otto still growled but then turned to show the audience what had happened.
Peter started in horror at what seemed to be a metal spine and four metallic arms reaching out. Otto closed his eyes and focused. His arms trembled and his head throbbed, but he kept on. He focused, and concentrated.
Suddenly, the claws ontop of the arms opened up. Then, a great red light lit up and there was gasps and chatter throughout the room. The arms slowly extended and swirled.
Otto was pleased at himself for this creation, but most importantly, he was glad to be alive to this day, with his wife...
"Rosie no!"
ZZZZZZZTTTTTTT!
"Spider-Man I can handle this!"
Flash, Flash, Screaming
"I love you rosie..."
Flash, Explosion, Flash
"Noooo!"
ZZZTTT-ZZZ-ZZT!!
"Fasten your seatbealts."
ZZZZZZZZTTT!!!!!
"-And now, let me introduce you to my assistances..."
Flash, Flicker, Explosion...
"AAARRRGGHHHH!!!"
Otto stood there panting and and gasping for air. He felt his heart race and his head about to break. Then, he realized.
Otto glanced around the hospital hallway, horrified and pale. More than two dozen cops and security guards all dead, everywhere. He throbbed and sighed.
"What have I done?" He whispered. "WHAT HAVE I DONE!!!" Otto shouted in a more severe voice.
Fear not, Otto...
"You again?! Who are you?!" Otto began to cry again. "What is happening to me!!!"
You are tired, and you have please us, all of us. You are beggining to realize.
"What do I do?" Otto swept his hand through his matted hair. "Where do I go."
Home...
"I have no home." He said greifly
No, the real home...
Otto paused and sighed. He heard the incessant screaming and the sirens getting louder.
"I'm so tired." He whined. Otto rushed over to a patient's room, which of course no one was there, and glanced out the window.
"For all my problems, for all my suffering." He growled, slamming his fist against the wall.
Yes?
"I blame...SPIDER-MAN!!!" Otto raged. He crashed through the window, opening his arms and closing his eyes. Ignoring the screaming below and the sirens of S.W.A.T and special forces. Otto just wanted to be free from pain...
To be continued...
Alright, If I should say so myself, I didn't much enjoy that chapter, I don't know why. But, I'll prefer the next two chapters, featuring him getting used to the world and his memories, but trust me. The tragedy will die down and the action will rise up. So, send me a review and I'll keep on. Thanks.
"What went wrong?"
"Peter was right, I miscalculated..."
"I couldn't have miscalculated..."
Authors Notes: I've noticed that I had some errors on my first chapter, and I will promise that one day I will edit them. I have some trouble using the HTML code, so the story may still be confusing. But again, I will edit everything so that there will be italics and bold writing. That way you can understand my original intentions. I also like to thank all of you who have enjoyed my first chapter, thanks, and I will continue to write more chapters, just as long as there are reviews. ;)
Chapter Two: "Why?"
Rosie, Rosie, Rosie...
"Rosie!" The patient raged as he trashed about within the hospital halls and wings. He ran about waving his metal tentacles around and crashing them onto innocent patients or staff. Suddenly, he stopped.
There in the midst of a cloud of dust and flickering lights, was the one man who wanted an answer. The one man who wanted to know why? The one man named, Otto Octavius. That one man had curly brown hair, which was matted down on his head due to sweat and tears. His brown eyes were watery and shiny due to anger and sorrow. There was a voice in his head that was right, he lost everything he loved; his work, his life, his love. Why?
He wore a hospital uniform for the patients only, Otto tore of his shirt, leaving him with his light blue pants. Otto panted and gasped. Trying to force the tears back. His face grew red hot and his there was a strong lump in his throat that was the size of his created monsters. His heart and head ached, both screaming in tears in both asking the question, why?
Otto glanced around the hall, trying to focus his image on the catostrophic mess he created. There was the distant fire alarm and the screams of nurses and the footsteps of oncoming cops and security guards. The lights flickered on and off. Otto then closed his eyes and fell back on his back. He heard the distant screams od something unatural within his head. He felt the pain of his back and the loss of blood. There he was laying in sorrow and greif. He whimpered and cried in silence, still listening to screamins and sirens from outside. He could feel the metal arms moving about, like they had a mind of their own, like they too where living...
Otto, Otto, Otto, OTTO!
Otto gasped and opened his eyes. "W-who's there?" He sat up, the pain still there.
Do not fret master. We are you and you are us.
Otto panted. He swept the sweat off his forehead and saw his hand trembling with all the mixed emotions. "WHO"S THERE!" He cried.
Silence master. There is no need to rage about any longer. You have your creations now. Your only possession in this world. You have you last work and your last life. We are what you lost the most.
"SHUT UP! LEAVE ME!" Otto cried again. He knew his shouts were going to attract the cops. "I am dead." He whimpered as he closed his eyes.
You are, but you still have us. We are not. We are the only ones who are there for you, and you know that. We are you and you are us.
"But, Why?" He whispered. "WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY?!!!"
Silence Otto! It was not to be, but what we can only do now, is not to weep, but to act.
"What are you saying?" Otto struggled to say with the lump still in his throat.
ACT! OTTO! Act, act in way you never did. Take your place in this world now. You were living once, now you are dead. Now, realize your purpose in death. You died, you are reborn with us. Realize why this happened!
Otto's head burned. "I can't, I can't!" Otto shouted. "I've lost too much!" He said softly. The footsteps were gaining closer.
Be strong, now rise. Rise and take action and return what you have lost! You will realize and soon will act! Until then, remember...
Otto gathered his strength and slowly kept panting. His face was hot and wet. Then, he gripped his fist and glared at the two doors ahead of him. There the cops would soon burst through, but not for him. For their own death.
Otto tried to remember what happened, but everything had blended into one emotion, anger. He felt his head spinning and his heart splitting and his cody tearing into both madness and fear. He couldn't hold it any longer...
Otto, we are alive...
"Okay, before we start, Did anyone loose twenty dollars in a rubber band? Because we found the rubber band."
There was soft laughter and mummur.
"And now, allow me to introduce to you to my new assistances."
A cloth was pulled away that was draped over something, and with many gasps and chatter, the many people started to believe in one man.
There was a scientist and his wife in the center of labratory within a research complex. They were surrounded by a dozens of scientist, great corporation dealers, funders, and the press. Among those were Peter Parker and the son of the infamous Norman Osborn, Harry Osborn. He was the main funder of the whole project called, Sub-Sun.
The scientist, who now stepped on a steel platform with pride in his work was Doctor Otto Octavius. A famous man, respected in his work and undenied by his accurate calculation in both the sciences and formulas.
What had gotten the audience was that he wore thick black goggles and so did everyone else. They heard that this new creation that Otto had created called Sub-Sun, would be a substitue sun. If this was so, Otto would be on the brink of a mjor breakthrough, perhaps beyond?
His wife, Rosie Octavius, who loved and cherished him as her own life stood by his side. She was a peaceful woman who enjoyed the litural arts and she loved him.
Otto felt the same way about her. He loved her as his own life and work. He looked at her from the platform and smiled as she walked over. Rosie kissed him on the cheek and whispered into his ear, "Otto, I love so much. Go change the world."
Otto felt the feeling he got whenever she was around. He felt a deep sensation of love and happiness, as if nothing would ever break them apart. He would give up his creations and his life's work for her.
Otto smiled and nodded at her. Rosie walked back and smiled as her husband, a respected man, is going to change the world. He was, she knew it.
Otto sighed once more before feeling the support-belt being attached around his waist. Two Co-Scientists grabbed each end, like a seat belt and wrapped it around his waist. They both buckled several belts before making sure that it was sturdy.
No one knew what was in store, much more than what was that thing that Otto had pulled the cover from. It looked like four short arms. Each one with three claws on them. They were connected to a long thin mechanical spine and finally, with the support belt on the bottom.
Otto felt the cold shiver of excitment and accomplishment, either that, or it was the mechanical spine that the assistants placed ontop of otto's natural spine. One both the left and right side of the metallic spine, there was a line of needle that started from the bottom back collar bone to the top of the tail bone. The needle barely touched his skin, but they made a haunting image of upcoming pain. Last, the scientists slowly placed a small but long needle underneath the bottom of the back skull and the top of the spine. That too barely touched the skin.
Peter Parker stared at what otto was trying to accomplish here. He remembered that he said once during his visitation with him and his wife, that he accomplished the impossible. To join brainwaves with a computer's mainframe.
Peter's breath grew shallow and cold. Something was not right here, this is much too risky.
After several moments, Otto took one last glance back at his wife and with that same emotion rushing through him and nodded at his fellow scientists who slowly sighed and turned to the contorl panel.
"As you can see here, I will now join electrical connections with the computer's mainfarame and my nerve cells. Thus, giving me an exta appendage. But, I see confusion among most of you. These four arms will soon extend more than fifty feet. They are my greatest accomplishments, yet. What I am about to show you, will prove why I need these Assistances. I will now accomplish the impossible! Behold, with pain I will-"
"AAARRGHHHH!" Otto growled as the needles shot straight into his spinal cord and into his nerves. But what gave Otto that gasping look was that the long needle placed before his cerebrum had jammed itself into his mind. A small trickle of blood ran down his spine, making Rosie gasp and placing her hand over her mouth.
Otto still growled but then turned to show the audience what had happened.
Peter started in horror at what seemed to be a metal spine and four metallic arms reaching out. Otto closed his eyes and focused. His arms trembled and his head throbbed, but he kept on. He focused, and concentrated.
Suddenly, the claws ontop of the arms opened up. Then, a great red light lit up and there was gasps and chatter throughout the room. The arms slowly extended and swirled.
Otto was pleased at himself for this creation, but most importantly, he was glad to be alive to this day, with his wife...
"Rosie no!"
ZZZZZZZTTTTTTT!
"Spider-Man I can handle this!"
Flash, Flash, Screaming
"I love you rosie..."
Flash, Explosion, Flash
"Noooo!"
ZZZTTT-ZZZ-ZZT!!
"Fasten your seatbealts."
ZZZZZZZZTTT!!!!!
"-And now, let me introduce you to my assistances..."
Flash, Flicker, Explosion...
"AAARRRGGHHHH!!!"
Otto stood there panting and and gasping for air. He felt his heart race and his head about to break. Then, he realized.
Otto glanced around the hospital hallway, horrified and pale. More than two dozen cops and security guards all dead, everywhere. He throbbed and sighed.
"What have I done?" He whispered. "WHAT HAVE I DONE!!!" Otto shouted in a more severe voice.
Fear not, Otto...
"You again?! Who are you?!" Otto began to cry again. "What is happening to me!!!"
You are tired, and you have please us, all of us. You are beggining to realize.
"What do I do?" Otto swept his hand through his matted hair. "Where do I go."
Home...
"I have no home." He said greifly
No, the real home...
Otto paused and sighed. He heard the incessant screaming and the sirens getting louder.
"I'm so tired." He whined. Otto rushed over to a patient's room, which of course no one was there, and glanced out the window.
"For all my problems, for all my suffering." He growled, slamming his fist against the wall.
Yes?
"I blame...SPIDER-MAN!!!" Otto raged. He crashed through the window, opening his arms and closing his eyes. Ignoring the screaming below and the sirens of S.W.A.T and special forces. Otto just wanted to be free from pain...
To be continued...
Alright, If I should say so myself, I didn't much enjoy that chapter, I don't know why. But, I'll prefer the next two chapters, featuring him getting used to the world and his memories, but trust me. The tragedy will die down and the action will rise up. So, send me a review and I'll keep on. Thanks.