Disclaimer: Yes, time for some disclaimer wit… eh, I'm not in the mood. Just read the one on the last chapter and I'll get back to you.

A/N: Yes, See! I did not lie, here is chapter two. And I've got three all typed up, I've just got to edit it. Alright, onward to the real story!!

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Chapter Two: A Great Place To Wake Up

I think he's waking up.

Father? Father, can you hear us?

Otto Octavius sat up, slowly. He hurt all over. Light was flickering across his face from an unseen source. It felt like it was burning his eyes, blinding him. His mouth and throat were parched from lying wherever he was for so long with his mouth open. He made a dry hacking sound, hoping whoever he felt moving around him would give him some water.

Father?

It all came rushing back to his in a confused blur of images and sounds. Spider-Man. Peter Parker. The experiment. Narriel. The arms. He struggled to sit up, but couldn't, so he ended up flopping painfully back down on his back and staring up at the metal and wooden ceiling that was starting to come into view.

Where am I?

In a warehouse. We brought you here. You were nearing death.

They propped him up against a crate so he could look at his surroundings. He was in an old warehouse that its owner clearly had abandoned sometime ago. Crates were stacked haphazardly along the walls, on some places right up to the ceiling. Most were broken and empty but a few looked unopened. The box opposite him had a hole chewed in the bottom and the floor around it was skewed with rat droppings.

Charming place. Where is it?

Under a mile from the coast, Not to close to the city.

He moved his tongue around his mouth in a vain attempt to get some moisture flowing. Is there any water?

Only on you. Otto watched the actuator over his left shoulder as he put his sodden sleeve to his mouth and sucked on it. It was salty and made him feel light-headed, but it would have to do, for now. The tentacle chuckled at him in its strange way. For a guy who was nearly killed by water, you sure like the stuff. He grimaced and spit the salty slime of some algae from his mouth.

How long have I been out? It's freezing.

Some hours. It's around 3 am now. Keep close to the fire. You're colder than you think.

He scooted closer to the small blaze crackling merrily at his heels. Where did you get this?

From Narriel.

Where is she?

At the docks, were you left her. It was an unconscious gift.

He stood up. Is she alright? Should we help her?

She's a big… whatever she is. She'll be fine. Help yourself. You need food. We saw a convenient store on the way here. Why don't you make a trip?

I think I will. He started towards gap in the huge double sliding door but stopped. Wait. He pulled off his jacket and his pants, which were itching him terribly and handed them to his upper arms. Wring these out. I won't go out wetter than I have to be. A/N: I admit it. I wrote that for myself. Tee Hee.

Good thinking Father. They wrung out his cloths and what seemed like a gallon of water fell out and pooled around the bottoms of Otto's boots, which were also sodden. He put them back on, so now, instead of being dripping wet, he was just clammy. As he put his jacket back on, he felt something uncomfortable sticking to his side. He reached his coat and peeled a paper of his rib cage and held it up. Money! Wet and tattered, but still a five dollar bill. He grinned to himself and stuck it in his pocket. He hadn't been sure what he was going to do when it came time to pay for the food he realized he so clearly desired, but now he was fairly certain it would just involve handing over some cash.

Now stay out of sight. I don't want any trouble. Just going to get something to eat, then coming straight back. No crime, understand?

There was a moment's mental silence, and then, We'll just do what you say.

Otto glared, then sighed. Good enough. Now where is this place?

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A/N: Ahhh! I say Ahhh to my computer, because it wants to kill me. (shifty eyes.) Ok, well the story is starting to get under way. I can't believe it's fourteen pages in when we meet the other main character. Yes, I wrote up to that. Go Cela! My hands hurt… anyways, here it is, more story soon to come. And as always, please review!