Intro a/n: well, now on to ch.2 I know this is short but I have a bit of a
longer one coming after it so watch out for it. I would also like to thank
Prexistence for their review! Thank you so much! I wouldn't have kept
going with out at least this one review! Now on to the story!
Ch2 The Pain:
I wake up and see them. They are strewn on the double bed that Rose and I used to share. They lay there like animals that are worn out. They look like they have been hard at work doing something, I would like to know what, but I know they won't tell me.
"Good morning, Otto," one starts the conversation.
"Sleep well?"
"You seemed tired."
"You had the right to be."
I nod 'yes' to them and lay my head back down. One slithers over, snake like, and opens it claws, sounding like knives scraping, and gently strokes my hair.
I remember when Rose used to do these things. She would huddle close, her smaller body wrapped in my arms, no harm would ever come to her on my watch. But then the memories of the glass that cut into her, killed her, shoot into my head all over again and I whimper, ready to cry. The arms must be able to tell how I feel from being attached to me, they crawl around me, caging me in, or caging harm out. I like to think of it as the latter. They huddle around me, protect me.
The one stroking my hair starts to move around and repositions itself. It starts to stroke my back. This sets it off. The memories come flooding in. First the memory of the people, there was a crowd there. I remembered picking out three people, Harry Osborne, the one who funded my project, Peter Parker, friend of Harry and a student doing a paper on me, quite naïve when it came to the girls, and my wife, Rose. Soon after that I attached these arms to me. The process hurt so badly, they hurt so terribly, but it was the pain that made me sure that I had control, that and the chip so that they had to listen to me. I thought I would always have that chip to stop them, but it's gone now. I was getting excited. I was a show off. I showed the world my amazing mechanical arms. I showed that they were the perfect inventions. I know that they can read my mind; they know I think they're perfect. After that the memory of my energy, there was nothing wrong at first. It was a perfect success. The next memory was the invention going wrong. Something making it too large, but it was okay, I was sure I could fix it. Then came the building coming in on me, and that was when I saw it! I watched as the glass broke. I saw her look at me with fear, and then she was gone, torn away from me, forever with the angels, where I should have followed her to. Then there was Spiderman. He tried to stop it. He could have saved Rose but I wouldn't let him, I couldn't stop the process then, I was so close. And finally came the electrocution. I passed out from that. It was all I could remember before waking up into the world that I now live in as the monster I now am.
I start to cry. I cry for the people I hurt. I cry for the people that I let down. I cry for myself. But I mainly cry for Rose. I can't stop myself. I feel the tentacle that was stroking my head, then back, reposition again and start a stroke up by my forehead leading all the way down my back. And it repeats that motion, again and again. The others wrap tighter to my body, giving me the protection I need. Then I hear them again.
"Hush now, Otto."
"It will be alright."
"We will be here for you."
"You will be okay."
"I can't. Not without Rose. I miss her too much. I must pass on, I must go to her," I don't want to hold on anymore; I just want to be with my Rose.
"Otto, please."
"We are here."
"We know she promised you that she would wait for you."
"She will wait, Otto, but this world still needs you, and your mind."
They're right. She will wait. I know she will. But I still can't help but cry. They don't know human emotion, they just manipulate it into data, they don't know what it's like to feel.
I walk down the steps. I must do something. They won't stop me. They will listen to me. They know when to try and talk to me, and they know this is not the time.
I walk into the kitchen. If I can't see this pain, if I can't show others my face, tell them my pain, then I will show myself what pain is.
I see the drawer. I know what's in there. I pull it out. It's a steak knife, sharp and long. I know that Rose wouldn't approve, but I need this now more than ever.
I roll up my right sleeve.
"Stop, Otto."
"You can't do this."
"We know you don't want to do this."
"We know your wife wouldn't approve."
"Rose is dead," I start gravely, then I start to yell, "And you have no right to speak of her!" With that I make one large cut. Shallow but long. It runs from the bend of my arm to my wrist. From there I keep going. If I can't tell others and express pain that way, only this will do!
a/n: watcha think? Please review! (like I said it was short)
Ch2 The Pain:
I wake up and see them. They are strewn on the double bed that Rose and I used to share. They lay there like animals that are worn out. They look like they have been hard at work doing something, I would like to know what, but I know they won't tell me.
"Good morning, Otto," one starts the conversation.
"Sleep well?"
"You seemed tired."
"You had the right to be."
I nod 'yes' to them and lay my head back down. One slithers over, snake like, and opens it claws, sounding like knives scraping, and gently strokes my hair.
I remember when Rose used to do these things. She would huddle close, her smaller body wrapped in my arms, no harm would ever come to her on my watch. But then the memories of the glass that cut into her, killed her, shoot into my head all over again and I whimper, ready to cry. The arms must be able to tell how I feel from being attached to me, they crawl around me, caging me in, or caging harm out. I like to think of it as the latter. They huddle around me, protect me.
The one stroking my hair starts to move around and repositions itself. It starts to stroke my back. This sets it off. The memories come flooding in. First the memory of the people, there was a crowd there. I remembered picking out three people, Harry Osborne, the one who funded my project, Peter Parker, friend of Harry and a student doing a paper on me, quite naïve when it came to the girls, and my wife, Rose. Soon after that I attached these arms to me. The process hurt so badly, they hurt so terribly, but it was the pain that made me sure that I had control, that and the chip so that they had to listen to me. I thought I would always have that chip to stop them, but it's gone now. I was getting excited. I was a show off. I showed the world my amazing mechanical arms. I showed that they were the perfect inventions. I know that they can read my mind; they know I think they're perfect. After that the memory of my energy, there was nothing wrong at first. It was a perfect success. The next memory was the invention going wrong. Something making it too large, but it was okay, I was sure I could fix it. Then came the building coming in on me, and that was when I saw it! I watched as the glass broke. I saw her look at me with fear, and then she was gone, torn away from me, forever with the angels, where I should have followed her to. Then there was Spiderman. He tried to stop it. He could have saved Rose but I wouldn't let him, I couldn't stop the process then, I was so close. And finally came the electrocution. I passed out from that. It was all I could remember before waking up into the world that I now live in as the monster I now am.
I start to cry. I cry for the people I hurt. I cry for the people that I let down. I cry for myself. But I mainly cry for Rose. I can't stop myself. I feel the tentacle that was stroking my head, then back, reposition again and start a stroke up by my forehead leading all the way down my back. And it repeats that motion, again and again. The others wrap tighter to my body, giving me the protection I need. Then I hear them again.
"Hush now, Otto."
"It will be alright."
"We will be here for you."
"You will be okay."
"I can't. Not without Rose. I miss her too much. I must pass on, I must go to her," I don't want to hold on anymore; I just want to be with my Rose.
"Otto, please."
"We are here."
"We know she promised you that she would wait for you."
"She will wait, Otto, but this world still needs you, and your mind."
They're right. She will wait. I know she will. But I still can't help but cry. They don't know human emotion, they just manipulate it into data, they don't know what it's like to feel.
I walk down the steps. I must do something. They won't stop me. They will listen to me. They know when to try and talk to me, and they know this is not the time.
I walk into the kitchen. If I can't see this pain, if I can't show others my face, tell them my pain, then I will show myself what pain is.
I see the drawer. I know what's in there. I pull it out. It's a steak knife, sharp and long. I know that Rose wouldn't approve, but I need this now more than ever.
I roll up my right sleeve.
"Stop, Otto."
"You can't do this."
"We know you don't want to do this."
"We know your wife wouldn't approve."
"Rose is dead," I start gravely, then I start to yell, "And you have no right to speak of her!" With that I make one large cut. Shallow but long. It runs from the bend of my arm to my wrist. From there I keep going. If I can't tell others and express pain that way, only this will do!
a/n: watcha think? Please review! (like I said it was short)
