a/n: this was a good chapter to write 'cause after I wrote it I went straight into the next, soon to be posted... please r and r. And as an FYI I willl be starting school again next Tuesday so updates might be more spread out... boo... hiss... :( :( :o
Ch15 The Lab
I arrive when the sun I just rising. The door looms ominously ahead of me, large and dark, not opened for a long time, ever since Oscorp hired me.
I carefully open the tall door and squeeze through, before anyone can see, and re-close the door.
Inside there is some water seeping through on the far side of the room. The rest of the building is metal, but rusty. There are some windows facing the water and through them the sun shines beautifully. I needn't cover the windows; they're too high to show me, no one will even know the lab is occupied.
I close my eyes in a patch of sunlight, letting the brightness warm my freezing face. The night had been chilled, especially by the pier on which my lab is located. The light feels amazing, beyond words after all the hours in the dark house.
The tentacles set down the sacks they had carried and then start to try and find all of the hidden clothes and food I stored.
I walk over, absently toward the water and feel it. There is a chill, but besides that it is comfortable. I see fish from the water swimming silently through the depths below, silently watching me as I do them. Sarah comes and sees them, then quickly dives in for a closer look, causing them to scatter.
"Why are they running?" Sarah comes back out.
"Because they think you're a bird trying to catch them," I chuckle.
She then goes back to work, but starts to talk a bit with Kris.
I look around. I see the door that leads to the bathroom. There is another door that leads to a small room where I put a chair for the nights that I couldn't make it home. Along with the chair there are some blankets and a pillow. The walls are coated with beakers, folders, binders, and chemicals. Most of my notes are hidden in the binders and folders, but a few of the drafts of my energy machine are sitting on a desk along with a pencil and some blank sheets of paper.
I sigh. I remember the first time that I thought of making the machine. The one thing that had made me work endless days and sleepless nights for that one goal was Rose. She had once read me a poem. A line that I never forgot was I'm a god, the sun in the palm of my hand. Ever since then I had thought of that line as I built that machine, only thinking of Rose as I did so. She was my inspiration, and she was taken. My inspiration was taken, torn from my hands, just like my invention, and I now realize that I have nothing more to look forward to, I have no more reason to build.
"Otto?" I turn to see Bethany by me.
"Yeah?" I tilt my head; my voice is no more than a sigh.
"What was Rose like? We here you think of her a lot, but you never describe her..." the question is certainly difficult.
"How can I even start? She was amazing, so much that words have no proper way to tell of her, no word is good enough to describe Rose. She was beautiful, a smile every moment was lit up on her face, lighting up the room around her. Her happiness, when brought out, could never be contained. And it was contagious as well. I would wake up and all day she would smile and laugh, keeping my days alit. When I had to be away she would always have a meal, fresh, waiting for me at the table, she even fell asleep at the table a few times waiting. I would hold her in my arms at night and she would warm me as I fell asleep. I always knew she would be there for me, no matter what I did, wrong or right! She was everything that I could ever ask for and more. God, how I miss her..." my voice finally fades off. There is nothing else I could say; as I had said 'nothing can describe her' there are simply no words good enough.
Kris curls around my shoulders in an embrace and I hold onto her back. I feel so lost now, having just been lost in memories and then having to come back to this harsh reality. Everything always is better in memories, that or worse.
Losing her had been the hardest thing ever, I never even saw her funeral, I have no idea where she is buried, and I might never know these things.
Sarah moves a chair over and I sit down, still in Kris' embraces, and the others now embrace, holding me so the world is blocked, and cruelty is only in the imagination.
I feel them starting to let go, and I let them. I know that their embrace is only a way of trying to make me happy, but it works, and I don't fight that. But the embrace does jog a memory, 'how is Mary Jane?' and that becomes my worry.
"We need to find out," I determine, knowing that they know what I mean.
"How?"
"You'll be risking your life!"
"They're looking for you out there."
"They'll see you in day light!"
"I never said now," I point out, "I just said we need to."
"When?" they all ask.
"Tonight," I need to know, and I need to know now!
"Get some rest then."
"You'll tire if you don't."
"You need to be alert."
"You know you do."
I silently agree. They know from the start that I do.
I get up and head into the room that holds my old "bed" from the old days. I go and find some clothes that I can change into, considering all I've been wearing is a coat that barely fits me.
Once changed I silently slip into the chair and pull a blanket over me. The chair has a soft covering and is very well sized, almost a bed itself.
I fall asleep fast, exhausted from all that had happened.
a/n: a really random fact about me that seems to fit some of this chapter: I like the song Away From the Sun and had it stuck in my head the whole time I wrote this chapter! :) I also really like that poem that I stole the line from... but I can't find who wrote it... rats... oh well! I really liked this chapter... I don't know why though.... please review!
