a/n: This was a hard chapter to start from where I left off. It's a good thing that I finally got into the grove I guess!

Ch5 Emotion

I know that I have to get up. I know that I have to leave this place. But it is so hard. I know that staying here won't make anything better. I have a mess downstairs and I must clean it up. I know this, but I just can't bring myself to get up.

They are holding me. They are keeping me safe. They refuse to expose me to the outside world. They know they will eventually, but they want me safe for now. I don't know whether they are keeping me safe for their own benefit or for mine, but I don't care. They hold me, comfort me, and that helps, I need help.

"Otto," Kris backs off and stares at me.

"Hmm?" I ask.

"We'll clean up the mess," Sarah states.

"We made it."

"It's only right."

"It's only fair."

"No," I respond, they can't baby me. I have to start to learn that I can't keep going to them.

"Please, Otto."

"We can't stand to see you like this."

"Let us clean it up."

"At least just this once."

They sound so convincing. They seem like they really can care, like they really do care. I know they can't but they almost seem to be able to.

"We won't take no for an answer."

"You know we won't."

"You need your rest."

"You need to be ready."

There they go again. Already making plans and I've barely been connected to them and they want to take control, make plans. Right now though, I don't care. I can't care. I'm oblivious to many things. Between trying to balance having these things attached to me, losing Rose, and knowing that these things will murder people, I just can't take it.

They lift me out of the closet and take me to my bed.

"Can you even reach down there?" I know that Bethany and Liz can, but I'm pretty sure that the mess is too far for Sarah and Kris.

I made their design to stretch far, the bottom ones do go further though. Sarah and Kris can only go maybe fifty yards, while Bethany and Liz (really trying) could go a full football field.

"Yes," answer Liz and Bethany.

Sarah and Kris lie down on the bed, "No."

Liz and Bethany go off to work down stairs. In my mind I command Sarah, 'open the shade slightly, don't expose too much.' Sarah takes the command and opens the shade a little. I look out and see the vastness of the city. Millions of people, just tiny little things, yet they are filled with so much emotion. Hate, anger, mistrust, these emotions can be directed at others so easily.

They cast me out, just by using there emotion. They got scared. They protected themselves with mistrust. They cast me out with anger. They caused me hurt, to be scared, and they caused me pain. Not physical pain, mental pain, the type that is hard to get rid of, the type that only mistrust can cause.

These people that don't even know me, didn't even give me a chance, cast me out of society, called me a monster. These people who have no right to judge me threw me out of society for the way I look. These people don't understand beauty. They don't get that beauty isn't everything. I have been ridiculed all my life until Rose came along, but she's gone now, and now society has judged me again, I am a monster to them.

Sarah and Kris look at each other. They become restless. They squirm and dance in the air, like a worm ready to be put on a hook. They writhe and wriggle, I watch them and am amazed to see that they are showing emotion, excitement... I don't know why, but they are excited.

I open the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. I pull out a book that I had been reading for a while now, Angels and Demons. I open it to the page I had left off at and started to read. I was lost in a train of thought.



About an hour later I hear Bethany and Liz contracting. I look over my book and they are just coming in the door way.

"Done!" declares a very happy Liz. They were showing emotion again.

They motion for me to follow and I do. I walk down the stairs and into the room and the sight is amazing.

The room is spot less. They had cleaned the mess and then some. The bookcase was dusted. The glass tables were shiny and so clear that you almost couldn't tell there was something there.

"Show off," Kris said.

"You two always seem to try," sighs Sarah.

"At least we could reach," defends Liz.

"You two couldn't even get down the stairs!" yells Bethany.

Then what I thought would be impossible broke out in front of me. They were fighting. With the glasses I made it so I could see what Sarah and Bethany saw.

With Sarah's it was easier to tell what was going on. Sarah was tearing at Bethany while Liz and Kris started to fight, but stopped and decided to be spectators like me.

Bethany had nothing against Sarah. Because of the length that I gave Bethany and Liz I gave Sarah and Kris amazing speed, up to 50 mph. Sarah quickly gained the upper hand and was winning. Bethany then got the idea and started to twist around Sarah. Even if Sarah was fast, she wasn't long and she was easily defeated when Bethany stretched to her full potential and wrapped all the way around Sarah.

"Alright!" yelled Sarah and Bethany unwrapped.

I clapped, "Bravo Bethany, that's what I taught you." Then I turned to Sarah, "You should have seen that coming. You are way too fast for Bethany but when ensnared like that you have no chance."

Bethany looked at Sarah tauntingly and then to Kris in a challenge. No way!" Kris yelled. Liz looked to Bethany with pride.

They were all showing emotion. It was really starting to scare me that these inventions that I created emotionless would feel so many things, just like the humans who cast me out.

I moved to sit on the couch. Sensing my thoughts they came close by me. I sat with them for a while in silence. They didn't know what to say and either did I.

Kris finally turned on the TV. It showed footage of me going down the street. Footage I never saw because I had been asleep. I saw a horror beyond the death in my house.

Kris and Sarah were picking the people up and throwing them aside. They were crushing people with cars and busses, anything that got in the way. They were rampaging on and on. Finally the footage stopped and the reporter came on. 'This was the scene last night on a busy street here in New York when the reportedly missing Otto Octavius was seen rampaging down the streets with four metal tentacles that we have been told were used in experiments of his attached to his back. Many people are now nicknaming the once great scientist Doctor Octopus, or Doc Ock for short.'

I turned the TV off.

"I like that," I say and smile.

"What?" all four ask.

"Doc Ock, that's a good name. If I must be cast out as a monster than that shall be my name... Doc Ock," I get lost in thought.

The tentacles also get excited. I can't wait now. I want to see the look on their faces when they see what Doc Ock really can do.

a/n: ooo, cryptic endimg!!!!! Please review.