a/n: New Chapter!!!!! Yeah you need to read it before you understand anything I really could say about it... so I said everything in the end note. I would like to thank all those who review... no matter how many times you've reviewed... if you've reviewed: THANK YOU!!!!!!! Now on to the chapter!
Room 303
I wake up and see that the sun is setting. I rise and the tentacles turn and then start to move as well.
I slowly get dressed, not rushing the process, it would be better for me to go out later, when the darkness and semi-sleep rolls in.
I look out the window and see that there are clouds ominously moving toward the city, ready to spill tubs of water on the citizens. I silently curse the fact I don't have a rain jacket.
The tentacles busy themselves with a quick meal, just some stuff from a can, things that can last a long time without going bad, as I always seemed to have here. The lab... an old memory of Otto Octavius, long since forgotten and replaced by Doc Ock... no! I'm still Otto, these things can't steal who I am... or can they?
I finish my meal in silence. The tentacles are moving about, still exploring the lab that they had been so good in, the lab where they never questioned me or had a single thought against what I did... none that I could notice. Maybe this development of emotion was my fault, it could have been there, preventable at first and right then I would have avoided this nightmare, but I was so oblivious to care about what they thought, as long as they listened in the end.
I step outside after disposing of the can and trash, so as to keep the thought that this place was still vacant. The chill night air hits me with a blow that knocks the wind out of me. I quickly close the doors and enter the shadows on the pier where they neglected to put up lights.
There are only a few people on the streets, none of which pay any attention to the shadow with two legs and six arms, only two are flesh, but all are real. They move me into the shadows, further from the people and closer to the city. The river is near silent, only now and then can you hear a whisper of the waves hitting the side of the wall holding the pier in place.
The city is noisy though, cars rushing by you and people that hate you. They walk around on the ground, very un-knowing of the possible threat above them. But tonight I mean no harm, so I leave them alone.
The rain starts, and it doesn't start slow. Right from the start the blasting winds and painfully cold droplets hit my skin and don't stop. My trench coat, not meant for heights in heavy rain, is quickly soaked and only a hindrance there after.
I arrive at the apartment and enter the same way as before. No one is in the hallways, either in their room, retired for the night, or out in the city, adding to the annoyance of the noise. The one thing I never got used to was the noise.
"Room 303, you two..." Sarah points out to Liz and Bethany.
"We know!" Bethany shouts, Kris laughs at this.
"I was just reminding you..." Sarah sounds offended, but quickly brushes it off and looks ahead to the destination, 303.
I knock on the door and hear her voice come softly through the door, "Coming!"
I step back and watch as the door opens. I see her turn to me and her eyes grow to the size of dinner plates.
"Otto?" she looks at me as if I were a ghost.
"May I come in?" I'm shivering from the rain that has soaked through my coat.
"Please," she quickly lets me through, into her apartment.
"What happened to you? They said that you escaped," yes, escaped, like an animal at the zoo.
I tell her all that happened that I could remember. At the point where I woke up and saw the room she was in horror. She moved to my side to hold me, knowing that the tentacles knew her and she had little to fear.
"God Otto," she whispered, calmly rubbing a small portion of my back, "I never knew that people were like that."
"Only around monsters they are," I answer, not a single hint of uncertainty in my voice, and that causes her to shiver slightly.
"Your not a monster Otto, you protected me, they would have shot, and maybe hit me, but you protected me, and I would never call a person who does that a monster," she refers to that painful day.
"Why not, everyone else would!?"
"I'm not everyone else, am I?" she turned to me.
"No, but of all people, you're a friend of Peter Parker, and you really don't seem that type to care about monsters like me," I keep my eyes on her.
"Would you not call yourself that?"
"Why not?"
She looks me straight in the eye, "You are not a monster. If you think you are a monster go and meet my father, he's a lot worse than you ever have been, are, or ever could be! You are not a monster and I for one will not listen to you put yourself down again and again," her eyes are on fire, piercing rage and kindness all at once.
I nod and sigh, lowering my head.
She puts a finger lightly under my chin and lifts it to look at her, "I was worried you know?"
"Why?" of all people she shouldn't have worried.
"I knew what you had done and I know what they do to people like you, you'd be LUCKY for the death penalty with more than one death on your record, and I couldn't bare for that to happen. You were only in there a couple of days," my eyes widen, "... you didn't know that?"
"No," my answer is simple, "I thought it was only a few hours... they drugged me so I wasn't awake a long time and when I was awake I was barely able to stand."
This causes her face to become more worried.
"It wasn't like that. They did at least feed me!" I try to smile.
She nods and goes back to rubbing my back, which quickly changes to stroking my hair, causing me to relax, but feel more uncomfortable.
"It must've been tough," the uncomfortable feeling flushes away, she only means to try and comfort me.
"I've had worse," I try and smile, but it all seems harder, even with her.
"Like when?" the natural laugh getting stronger in her voice.
I mock concentrate, "I can't think of anything right now, but when I do I'll tell you..." my voice trails and we laugh, and the tentacles ease up.
Still stroking my hair she looks up at me and the glint in her eyes, that natural smile that is only gifted to a few women in the entire world shows through as if she had stars for eyes.
"Otto?" she never removes her eyes from me, but grabs a hand.
"Yes Mary Jane," my voice is like it used to be, no longer the mask that I gave it when I was Doctor Octopus, but the old, happy voice of Otto Octavius.
"I'm really happy your okay," she removes her hand from my hair and holds my hand with both of hers.
I wrap my other hand around hers, "So am I, so am I..."
a/n: if you noticed Sarah being exceptionally strange in this chapter it was cause my friend, you would know her maybe as Delano (whom I named the tentacle after) had really pissed my off before I typed this chapter. Yeah... as you can tell the chapter is really strange... I wrote ahead to the first part of the conversation when I thought of adding it into the story, then I came back and typed the very beginning and the end of the conversation, which happens to be more lighthearted. I hope that that made sense. I really hope you like the story so far. Please review!!!
