Here's he next chapter. Hope you like it!

The next day, Sunday morning, Doc Ock was at a diner having breakfast. His tentacles were under his coat so that no one would see them. Considering how he felt this morning, he really didn't feel up to a worldwide panic over a little metal.

The doctor was leisurely eating his scrambled eggs trying to relax after the last few days.

We're getting tired, could you hurry up? We want to come out!

"Just a little more time, I need to calm down." He assured them. His tentacles slowly came out of his coat. Doc Ock didn't notice until the couple in front of him looked up fearfully. He peeked over his shoulder and saw one of the arms. Doc Ock turned his head back around and laid it down on the table. "I told you to stay in my coat." He mumbled annoyed. They came out all the way and turned towards him.

Everyone one in view of him stopped doing whatever they were doing and stared at him. "Yes, I'm done." Dr. Octavious answered the inaudible voices as he stood up. As soon as he did, the people in their seats tried to run out of the restaurant but the mass of them was blocking the doorway.

"Call the police!" Someone yelled. The cashier swiped the phone from its stand and began dialing the numbers for the police station.

Dr. Octavious rolled his eyes at the people's reactions and looked up. They two top tentacles tore a hole in the roof. The bottom ones lifted him up and climbed out. He reached the outside and found that the police he surrounded the building.

A police officer noticed Doc Ock on the roof and tapped another one on the shoulder. This one pulled out his gun and began shooting at him.

A bullet just missed him and he shot his head around comprehending how close that had been. Doc Ock began climbing a neighbor building quickly trying to escape the firing gunshots. He reached to top of the building and his tentacle grabbed onto another one. The police continued to shoot as he climbed up the white, steep church roof. Doc Ock climbed over the top which offered a little shelter.

He sat down to catch his breath and heard a faint mumbling from inside the church. He didn't know why, but it interested him, and he climbed down the side to a cracked stain glass window. The preacher's voice was now well in range and Doc Ock listened.

"You must be born again. You must! It is the only way to achieve true happiness. Jesus died for you; He gave his life for you to have the opportunity to be saved. Shouldn't you take this chance?" the preacher paused as he opened his Bible. "John 3:16 says that 'God gave His only Son-"

Come on. We need to get going.

Doc Ock hushed them and continued to listen intently.

"'That whosoever believes in Him, should not perish, but have everlasting life.' And that speaks for itself." The pastor glanced at the clock and then back at the congregation.

This is stupid.

"Yes, you're probably right." Doc Ock answered them without very much thought to their question.

"We're going to pray and, if you are here today and you aren't saved, I especially encourage you to participate." The preacher bowed his head. Doc Ock assumed that this was how you prayed, so he did also. "Father, I ask you to come into my life. And I ask that you forgive me of my sins, for you alone are what can save me. I want to be your child. And will follow after you, unitl the day I die, and come to live with you. Amen." The preacher finished.

Doc Och mentally repeated everything the preacher said. "Amen." Doc Ock finished. He opened his eyes and felt awkward, intrigued, confused, delighted, scared, interested, and guilty all at once. He felt as if he did something right for once, though he didn't know why. What could have praying a little prayer done? He still didn't understand the meaning of the preacher's actions. He was smart, he knew that the phrase, "Amen" was a word derived from the Hebrew language meaning, "So be it", but he didn't understand the spirituality behind it. He felt a strange power in him that he had never felt before.

Doc Ock looked down and saw many people file out from the doors. They all seemed to glow with an inner light. He couldn't hear anymore than mumbles, but knew that they were Christians. There were people there of all ages; not just elderly ones as Doc Ock had imagined.

He didn't linger for more than five minutes before climbing down the opposite side of the large church.

You don't really believe all that nonsense, do you?

"I'm not sure yet." Doc Ock replied.

He reached the ground and the tentacles went into his coat.

Why do we have to go under your coat?

"The police are over here, remember? It'll be easier to slip away if I don't have four extra arms." He answered walking briskly down the sidewalk. Doc Ock made his way down the streets. He turned to a side street and stopped. Doc Ock looked around cautiously. The tentacles shot out of his coat and he began walking in long strides on the bottom ones.

By the time he made it into the right neighborhood, the sun was setting displaying beautiful colors that painted the sky; but his mind was too full to notice it. Dr. Octavious stopped in front of a house, his old house, and pulled his house key out of his pocket. It surprised him that he still had the key after everything that had happened. Doc Ock unlocked the door and it swung open. Immediately, memories flooded him. Memories of happiness, the lab, marriage, innocence, Rosie. Everything seemed to boil down to her now a day. He stepped inside; it was like stepping through a door in time. On the refrigerator were many sticky-notes of grocery lists, cold fusion notes, or a little message left by Rosie when Otto didn't get home from the lab until 3 in the morning simply saying she loved him.

Doc Ock glanced over at the wall and saw a picture of him by his newly invented tentacles with Rosie. How excited he had been that day, completely blind as to what horrible thing would occur. Why did she have to die? She, of all people! Why couldn't someone form the audience have died instead? Someone he never knew?

I wish I had someone to talk to. He thought searching the room with his eyes for a clue of a person to talk with. Doc Ock walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed.

You could talk to us.

"No, talking to you only gets me into trouble." He commented.

That's not funny.

"It wasn't supposed to be." He replied. Doc Ock looked at the nightstand and saw a Bible. Rosie brought it with her when they moved in. He never read it, but she did. Otto leaned over and grabbed it from the shelf. He opened it to the New Testament and it fell on John 16:24. "'Until now you have asked nothing in My name. Ask, and you will receive, that your joy may be full.'" He read out loud in mumbles.

Dr. Octavious looked up from the Holy book and closed his eyes and bowed his head still with signs of unsertainty. "God, I'm very new to this and, I...I'm probably not doing this right, but I need someone to talk to that won't run from me." He took a deep breath. "I lost someone very dear to me a year or two ago and it still hurts inside. I tell myself to remember the good times and not the bad. But, I think about all of the good times we had together, and things that we did and it always leads up to the night she died, the night I killed her. I guess I didn't really take her life like a murderer would, I could never bear to do that, but the monster I created did.

"That is the only thing I have thought about for those two years besides the loneliness inside, but that was taken away this morning. And I just ask you, please take my pain away. I'm pretty sure it's all right to ask so. I don't know how to close prayer properly, but I do know the ending, so it will have to do for now. I hope you don't mind. Amen." He finished.

Why were you talking to the air?

"I wasn't." he said setting the Bible on the bed.

Then whom were you talking to?

"The Lord...my...my friend." He replied untying his shoes. Doc Ock slipped them off and took his hat and sunglasses off. He tossed them on the floor and unzipped his coat.

You've made a friend? But you haven't even talked to anyone.

"It's hard to explain."

Why?

"Because I don't fully understand it myself."

Then how do you know that he or she is your friend?

"I don't exactly. It isn't logic; it's more like a feeling...a feeling that I'm doing something right for once. I don't even know if I'm talking to a real source, but Rosie was so interested in it that it has to be more than superstision."

Why couldn't it be? She could have been consumed in a superstition.

"But you don't know Rosie the way I did. She wasn't superstitious about anything. She was even confident about things that I was a little nervous about....I feel that I need to learn more about it. It's like a nagging apitite at the back of my mind."

The tentacles scrunched up to his back and he slipped his coat off. They stretched out again as he tossed his coat on the floor also. He pulled back the covers and climbed into bed.

What are you doing?

"What's it look like I'm doing? I'm going to bed. I'm tired." Doc Ock replied.

From what? Talking to air?

Doc Ock ignored this rude comment and dosed off to sleep.