Here's the next chapter! And thanks to all of you who are reading this.
SSBFreak: Yah, I'm glad when I meet another Christian on Fanfiction also. It makes me feel more secure. And if you have a good religious story in your head, go ahead and write one! No one's stopping you. They're not going to remove it. Some may not like it, but if you feel that you really need to write it, go ahead and do it. I was horribly nervous about putting this up, and I didn't like my very first reviews, but now, I feel better knowing that there are people out there who supports you.
Tempest in Blue: about the sermon, it was the end. I can't type out an entire sermon! It'll bore my readers and I'm too lazy! :)
Agent Silver: Yes, it is nice that Otto's praying. No, I haven't seen the Passion of the Christ. I'm not allowed to see it either; although my mom saw it. I don't think I'd be able to handle it. Just thinking about the crucifiction gives me goose bumps. Maybe in a few years to come.
The next morning, Doc Ock was awoken by voices in the kitchen. He pushed the covers out of the way and sat up. Dr. Octavious scratched his head and stood up. He walked tiredly to the kitchen and found a man in a business suit with a middle-aged couple.
They all stopped talking as soon as they saw him. "You said this house was vacant." The lady said to the man in the business suit.
"It is. Or, at least it was." He answered. The man turned back to Doc Ock, "I'm sorry sir, is this your house?"
"Yes this is my house!" Doc Ock exclaimed. He couldn't believe that these people just waltzed into his house and were auctioning it off! He looked at one of the tentacles, "No. Don't even try that with me." He said the arm.
"Oh my!" exclaimed the lady, "I thought they were fake!" the three stepped back heeding to the woman's discovery. They all looked about to cry, or faint, or something.
Doc Ock hadn't moved from his position. He had gotten used to this routine. Doc Ock walked casually past them to his refrigerator and opened it. He took out a carton of milk. His tentacles all spread out and got a different thing. The top right one grabbed a bowl from the cupboard, the top left one took the toaster out from the pantry, the bottom right one grabbed two pieces of bread, and the last one grabbed a spoon and cereal. The top left tentacle set the toaster down on the counter and plugged it in.
"I wonder what horrible thing he's doing." The businessman whispered to the other man.
"I'm making breakfast. That's the horrible task I am working at this moment." Doc Ock replied annoyed that so many people expected him to rip them apart as soon as they encounter him. After a pause, he turned around to face them, "You still here?" they all ran out of the house and down the street.
The bottom right arm put the toast in the toaster, the top right one set the bowl down on the table, and the bottom left one poured cereal into it and stuck the spoon in. Doc Ock poured the milk into the bowl and sat down at the table with his meal.
"I wonder how many that makes." He sighed and took a bite of his cereal. Doc Ock began to think through the pastor's words spoken yesterday. "What did the preacher mean by, 'Needing to be born again'? He couldn't possibly mean that literally," he reasoned. Doc Ock took another bite and got up. He walked to his bedroom, grabbed the Bible, and sat in his chair again and opened it up. He began reading it.
Why are you reading that?
"If that passage about prayer was correct, I want to see what else is in here." Doc Ock replied flipping through the pages. A certain verse stuck out to him: I Kings 19:14, the second half. "...I alone am left. And they seek to take my life." Doc Ock stared at this sentence for quite some time.
This is ridiculous. The top right tentacle grabbed for the Bible.
Doc Ock pushed it out of the way and it fell on the floor turning the pages. He bent down to pick it up and read the verse that it turned to; Matthew 28:20, "'...And lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.'" He mumbled part of the verse out loud. (He never really did read things out loud clearly unless stating it to someone.) "But how?" he asked looking around. "How could that be? I've never seen Him." The Scripture confused doc Ock.
Why are you thinking on that book so much?
"Because I have a strong feeling that 'this book' is the key to happiness."
No, Spiderman's the one who ruined your project, Spiderman's the one who could have, but didn't save Rosie. Getting revenge on SpiderMan is what will make you happy. It's what you've wanted to do ever since you met him.
"But how long will it last? I've tried my chances down that road for a long time, and the only thing that I found was that murder, no matter how much you hated the person, doesn't make you feel better about anything." He said getting up. Doc Ock walked over to the calendar hung up on the wall. "I saw a banner on the wall stating a church picnic this upcoming Saturday." He said marking the date on the calendar with his crisp, messy, handwriting. He circled what he had written a couple times ensuring that it would catch his eye.
You aren't seriously thinking of going, are you?
"Don't worry! I'll be practically invisible. No one will recognize me." Doc Ock assured the tentacles. "I want to observe what these Christians are like first hand."
There it is! The next chapter! Sorry he didn't get out of his home today, I've been writing the chapters too short...maybe I'll add some into the chapters to come to spice it up more. Anyway, don't forget to review!