Make Me Feel
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Chapter 16
The next morning Zachary was not nearly as 'out of it'. He had by this time readjusted to being a wake and had gotten a hold of his bearings. He still looked like someone had attempted to kill him by means of the head, but he was feeling much better.
This was a good thing because Otto had been scheming the night before.
When Zachary walked into the kitchen he was greeted by the pleasant aroma of the bacon and cheese omelets being cooked by his…partner.
Otto looked up and smiled at his boy as he drifted still somewhat sleepily into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
"That smells good."
Otto grinned.
"It's just about done. I made us both good-sized helpings; we'll both need it. We are running an errand today."
Zachary looked up at him curiously at the word errand. He watched Otto place a large omelet and two plates and walk over to the table. He stood behind Zachary and set down the plates, then wrapped his arms around the teen. Zachary stiffened for only half a second and then relaxed and leaned back into the embrace.
Otto chuckled lightly and planted a light kiss on to the boy's neck, then released him and took his place on the other side of the table across from Zachary.
"What kind of errand?"
He said picking up a forkful of the much-appreciated food.
Otto swallowed a bite of his meal and looked up at the youth casually.
"Oh, just a trip to the bank."
Zachary couldn't help but to snicker. He knew what that meant. They finished the rest of their large meal in silence and then parted ways to prepare for their outing.
Zachary dug through his clothing drawers and finally pulled out a pare of baggy legged black jeans, and a dark gray top with the words 'Azkaban Prison Fugitive' printed in craggy burnt orange letters across the front. It was a tee shirt so it didn't have to have ripped sleeves. He quickly dressed and looked around.
Zachary suddenly remembered something from the day he was hurt.
"My head-phones!"
He looked around his room in a panic but calmed when he saw the missing item sitting on his desk.
He pulled out his c-d book that was still in his backpack and picked a new disc and switched it with the one already in the player.
He repeated the same thing he had done the morning of his last outing and made sure to pocket a spare pare of batteries just in case.
He pulled on his black boots and paused to consider if there was anything else he would need.
Thinking over it for a moment he dug into the drawer on his desk and pulled out his pack of super sour bubble tape and stuck a piece of the green gum into his mouth, puckered for a moment and felt the flavor begin to die.
He was ready.
Leaving the room, he met up with the patiently waiting Otto who was standing in the 'living room' dressed in his usual bad guy attire. His…partner (boyfriend?) smiled at him upon seeing him enter the room.
"Ready?"
Zachary nodded his head.
"Good."
Once again Zachary followed Otto out of the warehouse and much more comfortably let the older man wrap his arms around his thin middle. Otto smiled to himself when he felt his boy lean back into the embrace.
The trip took a while. And the winds from above the high buildings were making Zachary wish he had taken his trench coat. But he was a super villain, so he toughed it out.
When they were just less than a block from the bank that had been chosen, Otto lowered them both down into a deserted alley.
"We won't draw any attention to ourselves until we are inside the bank. We will have to walk and act as normally as possible until we are there and inside."
Zachary looked up with a look that clearly said 'you have got to be kidding me'.
"You've got to be kidding me. We can't just walk down the street! Do you think nobody will notice a guy with four tentacles and a kid with a stone arm?!"
Otto frowned but then sighed.
"I can retract my tentacles enough to hide them under my coat. I made a flap in the back that I can place or pull away to cover or release them. You just need to walk close enough to me to press your left side up against myself, and have your stone out of view. That is only for when we are on the sidewalk, we will take the alley up until that point."
Zachary still looked skeptical but shrugged.
"What about my face? Somebody will recognize me even though you have your hat and sunglasses. "
"Just look at the ground until we are off the side walk and in the building. By the way…"
Zachary watched curiously as the older man searched through his coat pockets for a moment and pulled out a second pair of sunglasses. Only these ones were newer, darker, and sharper shaped. Teenage boy sunglasses. Otto handed them to him.
"I picked those up a few day's ago and nearly forgot about them."
Zachary just nodded and put them on and watched the world go dim and dark.
"Let's go."
Otto nodded in agreement and took the lead. Zachary followed the older man through the twists and turns of the alleys until they were just down and across the street from their target.
"Just stay up against my side, until we are in the building."
Zachary nodded in answer to the older man's hushed order and came up next to the other man and pressed his stone arm against the man's coat covered side.
They walked out of the alley taking their time and being careful. They kept their eyes on the ground and refrained from looking up at anybody who passed them. After what felt like an eternity the crossed the street ignoring some strange looks from people passing by and made it to the door of the bank.
Otto opened the door and felt the rush of cool air conditioned air hit his face and allowed Zachary to walk in ahead of him. It was the same as any other bank, people standing in line, the clean smell and shiny polished floors.
So far no one had noticed them.
"I'm going to go find the vault. Stay here and guard the door, make sure no one leaves and try to keep others from coming in."
Otto said this by leaning forward and whispering into Zachary's ear. The teenager nodded silently and watched the older man casually walk past people in desks and lines.
His headphones were resting around his neck and he immediately pulled them on and reached into his pocket. He knew the buttons by heart and didn't need to see them to turn it on and skip ahead to his favorite track.
As he waited for the music he leaned against the door and watched the neatness and order that was about to turn into total chaos.
I lie awake in a long, dark night
I can't seem to tame my mind
Slings and arrows are killing me inside
Maybe I can't accept the life that's mine
A grin spread onto his face when the screams of utter fear and terror penetrated through the music's shield on his mind. He turned up the volume watched as people began running and screaming. Papers and chunks of debris began flying.
Simple living is my desperate cry
Been trading love with indifference
yeah it suits me just fine
I try to hold on but I'm calloused to the bone
Maybe that's why I feel alone
Maybe that's why I feel so alone
A security guard came running towards Zachary, no, it was Granite now. A security guard came running at Granite, he was yelling something and was pulling a gun from its holster. But he was a rookie, and came to close. Granite punched him in the face and there was a crack when the solid stone hit the normal human skull. The man went flying into a wall and fell. He didn't get back up.
Me…I'm rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I'm covered in skin that peels and
it just won't heal
The sun shines and I can't avoid the light
I think I'm holding on to life too tight
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sirens were coming and that meant the future arrival of someone truly unwanted. DocOck grabbed three moneybags and threw one to Granite. The boy caught it and was grinning a deadly grin. Ock felt a swell of pride when he saw the predatory look.
Me…I'm rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I'm covered in skin that peels and
it just won't heal
The day reminds me of you
The night hides your truth
The earth is a voice
Speaking to you
Take all this pride
And leave it behind
Because one day it ends
One day we die
Believe what you will
That is your right
But I choose to win
So I choose to fight
To fight
The music ended and Granite turned off the player. He could hear that the sirens were nearly there and that it was about time to go. He looked over and saw Ock standing over a weeping teller and walked up behind the man. Over the older man's shoulder he could see the woman was probably in her mid-twenties and her make-up was running with the tears of fear that dripped down her face as she looked up at the two men standing above her.
"Don't be frightened my dear." Ock purred. He reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a clean white handkerchief. He kneeled down and used it to wipe the tears and running mascara from the woman's cheeks. She just stared up at him bug eyed with terror.
"We just need you to deliver a message to the authorities when they arrive, can you do that sweetness?"
Still wide eyed with terror she nodded her head in a way that looked as if she was having a seizure. Ock grinned and tucked the now soiled handkerchief back into one of the folds of his coat.
"That's a good girl. Tell them that this was not just a petty money crime. Tell them Doctor Octopus and Granite came here to make a point. Say that we came here to prove the strength of our partnership and that anyone who gets in our way is surly to pay in a most unfortunate way."
Ock paused to stand back up. His tentacles waved around above and behind him and like the day they met, two of the clawed heads clutched bags of money. The other two opened their heads and leered down at the now trembling woman.
"But most importantly of all my dear, tell them the extent of our partnership."
And to emphasize and explain his last words, Ock turned, wrapped one of his normal arms around Granites waist and pulled him forward into a brief but hard kiss. Zachary closed his eyes for the kiss, though it could not be seen behind his dark glasses.
When they parted both men noticed with amusement that their trembling messenger's eyes were the size of large diner plates.
"Time to go."
Ock's announcement was sudden and he grabbed the arm of his accomplice pulling him from the wrecked building. They were quick enough to be gone and out of sight by the time Spider-Man had made it there.
Ock would have been even more pleased with their small show if he had known they had been just in the right position for a security camera to get a clean and fairly clear picture of their 'affectionate pose'.
They were in for one interesting news hour that night.
End of Chapter
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