Spiderman is dead: The story afterwards pt. III

I drink my drink and I don't even want to

I think my thoughts when I don't even need to

I never look back cause I don't even want to

And I don't need to, because I'm getting away with murder

I found myself in the dark side of New York City, where nobody cares and people are broken, and people like me.

But I'm not the same, because there is nobody as messed up and as broken as me, and it scares me because I became broken in such short amount of time.

I found a rundown building, a building where nobody cares to look in, to be in. It's empty.

And as I sat in a corner of a dark room, some 20 something stories high, I sat, drinking bottles and bottles of strong alcohol, because I stole them and they calm my troubles away. They don't make me forget my past, but they lure my mind away, other than working.

My mechanical arms are confused, they think I should celebrate. That's why they stole the beer bottles, because they have learned that drinking could be used in special occasions. But they see me miserable, as I've always been, and they do not understand why.

They think I avenged everything about my life, my love, and dream. But killing one innocent boy does not do any good at all.

Oh, what would Rosie think? She'd might understand, but she'd think I'm a disgrace. She would think that I'm not Otto, the one she remembers.

She'd think that I'm Doctor Octopus, or Doc Ock, the killer and criminal that has done selfish sins. She'd think I deserve to rot in hell, despite of all I've done. I might as well agree.

"Oh Rosie..." I whispered, as my thoughts kept turning to her. My stomach made a knot, and my throat found it hard to breathe through.

Pretty soon, my eyes water, and I began to sob...

Oh Rosie...Rosie...what have I done? What. Have. I. Done? I'm not the man I used to be, I'm not that friendly and happy man I once were, that same smart and innocent scientist you once loved.

You must hate me now. I don't blame you. Everyone hates me now. I even hate myself. Damn, since when did this all happen? Since when did it all start? All I remember was doing something that would've been beneficial, but in the end it hurt.

Just in the middle of my musings, I threw a half-empty beer bottle across the room, and it crashed by the wall, and it shattered. I could watch as the blur and fading outside light reflects off the tiny pieces. The lights looked pretty to my drunken mind.

Realizing I could do something about it, I stood up and took one broken piece, a large one that was wet with alcohol.

My tentacles have no idea what I was about to do, they have no idea of why I gotten the glass piece the first place. I pulled up my sleeve.

What are you doing, father? They asked, wondering. I didn't answer them. I silently placed the wet, dirty, sharp glass on the center of my arm and dug in it deep. The tentacles were confused.

What are you doing father?!

That could hurt you know!

Do you know you're harming yourself with that shard directly in your veins? That is essential to your life!

But I didn't care. I dug it in deeper. I felt pain, and it created a large cut, and small streaks of blood bled out. It hurts, but I'm numb, and that's the joy of it. I began to draw a straight line over it, and began to enjoy and smile at this pain. It's easing something, and I grin, enjoying it. This is my punishment, and I'm growing addicted to it, because I started writing above that long line.

Murderer.

And I smile and I enjoy it, loving the neat, metal-music-like scratched up design of the letters. Blood ran down freely, and I don't deserve a single cell of the blood, and I don't bother to clean it. My tentacles were confused, and they beg for me to stop it.

I ignore them. This has happened for the rest of the night, and when I've lost so much blood, I passed out. My tentacles cleaned up the blood, cleaned up the glass shards and alcohol, and began to head on out for a drugstore to steal a first aid kit.

And I was unconscious the whole time.

Oh yeah, the chapters' names are supposely bible verses...but since they were long, I decided to narrow them down to that way. Give or take, grab a bible and search through!

Okay. Go ahead and review-- and also read my Christmas fic! Yeah, Merry Christmas ppl! (I swear, I promise you, that is the last time I'll say it!)

Remember: I'm makin' mini-chapters! It is short for a reason! Expect another chapter soon...