Of Honey and bees
Chapter 1- Finders keepers
The man looked beautiful.
He is there, lying down huddled in a field of ivy at a park where is right next to my house. He was just lying freely, beaten and bruised, and soaking wet even though it was never close to raining.
He wore a dirty brown trenchcoat with a fading red zipper jacket underneath and black pants with black boots. His eyes looked sad, even if it was closed. His brown hair is wet, but I could tell that is was curly. Even though he looked cold and pale, his chocolate-tan skin was still there, adding along with his sexy muscles.
The man looked like a wretch, but I tend to like him anyway.
But there is a thing that I don't get. This guy's so familiar. I saw him at a movie once or twice; I've seen loads of pictures and collected them in the Internet, hell, I even read and wrote fanfics of him. But it couldn't be true, could it? He might be just a wannabe or some look alike of Alfred Molina. Or maybe Alfred Molina himself. But a rich and famous man like him shouldn't be lying beaten up in a field of unpoisonous ivy right?
But it couldn't be true right? Not in the real world, right?
That it is the real Doctor Otto Octavius, the Doctor Octopus or Doc Ock that is lying right here in front of me? Something tells me that it is good, but not too good.
My pet terrier Rosie, whom I named after this man's wife, walked up to the man and sniffed him. I tried to notion her back. She ignored me. I was only walking her down this street, taking my dog out for a walk. But then I came across to him...
I slowly found the courage to get closer to the man. I had to make sure that he's it. That he's Otto Octavius, the man I found proud to be a fan of. I started poking him in the cheeks, found that they were cold, and that it would probably hurt him in such condition.
Knowing that this familiar stranger needed help, dangerous or not, I decided to help him. I'm a good Christian, even though I don't go to church very often or have done bad things in the past. I'm a really nice girl.
So I tried to lift the man. He felt so heavy. I felt something very hard when I tried to lift him by the stomach. I gulped. It wouldn't be possible right? That he really is the one? I tried to ignore that idea and go to focus.
So I tried the idea of waking him up. I shoved him for a while, then started brushing his messy and curly brown hair. He felt so real. I feel like I'm really in love with this guy. And he looks too old for my age. I'm only 14 years old, in the 8th grade.
The stranger slowly moved and shivered, and I had no idea what to do. I was so accustomed to his beauty, I began to hug him, to warm him up. He tried to push me away, but I held onto him.
"It's okay," I say to the stranger in a whisper. "I won't hurt you..."
The man opened his eyes. They were sad brown puppy-eyes, another evidence that he could be Otto.
The man confused of what's going on, unexpectedly hugged me back. I rocked him back and forth.
"I'm going to help you...everything's be alright..." I whisper, stopping my rocking. The man suddenly turned back to his senses and turned to full alert.
"W-who are you? What—"the man paused when turning to see my face. His mouth was wide open in shock. The man's mouth was pale. He seems lost of words.
"Oh. Just...a child..." He pushed me away and limply tried to get up. He was too weak.
"Let me help you...please..." I wrapped his arms around my neck and lifted him up. The man was confused.
"What are you doing? Aren't you capable of what I could do to you?" Soon, metal snake-like machines hover above us.
I felt like fainting. It is it. He is Otto Octavius. The sad puppy-eyes, the stone-cold metallic arms, the brown trenchcoat—everything. It's proof that he is it. The one I have a silly crush on. And I'm holding him up right now.
I don't even need a fully written paragraph to prove how surprised and shocked and excited I am holding him. I feel like what every other Ock fangirl would if they found him lying on the street hurt. Sympathy, pity, and excitement. I am holding a fictional character.
I smile. I am now claimed as the luckiest girl in the entire galaxy, to be able to feel him for real. I nervously answered his question.
"Of course I'm fully aware of what you're capable of. You're a big teddy bear who's smart and tough, with 4 mechanical arms fused to his back that kicks butt. I know you're Otto Octavius, right?"
The man was weakly surprised. "I'm shocked that you haven't called me Dr. Octopus at first glance..."
Well duh! I thought. The daily bugle doesn't exist here! Besides, nobody would want to read that crap. It's full of lying gossip. I wanted to speak out these thoughts, but the situation is full of chaos right now, I don't think its time to tell him that he lived in a fictional world...
If you think that is farfetched that I handled the situation real quick, you're wrong. I can handle any problem at first glance. Well, not in math problems, but stuff like fires or car accidents. Something like that. Right when there's chaos and confusion in the way, I can quickly adapt to it and take care of it right away. I'd save those questions for later.
"Don't worry much about the fact that I'm a child, Doc. My house is right down the park. Let me take you there, you look hungry, tired, and injured. Please, Doctor Octavius..." I looked at him in the brown eyes deeply, giving him a look of understanding.
An understanding of pain, sorrow, you know what I mean...
"Please...Otto..." He was shocked when I called him by his first name.
I always called him by his first name. Octopus sounds ridiculous and Ock sounds funny. Otto is easy to say because it's a normal name. And this scientist is still a normal man, just one of his experiments melted to his body.
"Alright..."
We began to walk towards my house, which is coincidentally nearby. As I said, questions are to be answered later.
To be continued...
Next: Good hospitality
So, how do you think? I'm still working on Timeless, but that's a special project. There's a lot of movie version Otto fics out here, I want to keep working on my own. I think this'll be better. I'm working on Timeless occasionally for now (unless you want an update -)
P.S: Oh yeah, Crystal (me) is working on this, not Silver. Silver is working on Matrix fics right now, so I guess its up for the good ol' me to write up the good ol' Otto fics!