Spiderman is dead: the story afterwards pt. V
Getting away, getting away, getting away…
Getting away, getting away, getting away...
(With Murder!!)
There was a reason why there is a song called 'gloomy Sunday'... everything was so melancholy at the funeral. Everyone wore black...even me as I wore my trenchcoat and black hat.
The sky was so gray that I have never seen it like that before. A lot of people came, almost like the whole city. The whole thing started at about 9 AM, and today is a Sunday.
Luckily I came early, so I was able to be in the front. We started at the funeral home, and since there was so much people, there were cameras everywhere, and there were TVs outside, for the people who couldn't get inside the building.
I was among those inside, and these people in charge had us line up single file so each of us would pay our respects. It took a little while for me to finally reach to Peter, if you compare to those outside, but I finally got there. It was quiet, and only sounds of sobbing filled the air. I held back tears. I didn't want to be known too much.
Peter was inside a coffin alright, a black one. Alot of flowers surrounded it, but seeing that there were tons of other people out there holding a flower each, you can say that by the time it was over, it'll look like a fieldful of flowers.
Peter wore a black suit, and his eyes were closed, so I wouldn't be able to see his blue eyes again. An oversized picture frame was up beside him, containing his Spider-man costume. It was up there for the world to see that Peter Parker is Spider-man.
I had two roses in my pocket. Both of them were freshly grown. One of them is for Peter...and the other will be for Rosie, once this is finished with. I took one out and smelt it for a minute...then looked sadly at the dead corpse in front of me. Peter was so quiet...so peaceful. Why did I kill him? I was a jerk, a big, big jerk...and was stupid too.
"I know that I shouldn't be here...with this wanted price tag on my head...." I whispered, smiling sadly. "But I want to let you know Peter...I'm so sorry...you have told me over and over, and you have saved my life once too! I..I just didn't think...didn't know what to do. Please forgive me...I was lost and confused...I never meant it...you know I didn't..."
I closed my eyes and bent down to his coffin, and placed the rose by the other flowers. I then stood up and walked off to join the others, so we'll be prepared for when we're ready to let the coffin down six feet under.
Remember the words in Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events? "If you have lost a loved one, then you would know how it feels. If you haven't...it is the pain beyond your imagination." Thus is true.
(And what Otto didn't know, was that the same girl he have kidnapped, named Mary Jane Watson, have heard him...but she didn't say anything...)
It took almost a whole day for the whole city to pay their respects to the one hero. But we did it. It was sunfall, and we were ready to...bury him...
Unfortunately, only those who were invited was allowed to watch him go under. No press, no citizens, only the people that Peter really knew. Unfortunately, I wasn't among those invited...
But I was among those who were in the crowd that was outside the funeral home. We formed a huge space for the men that would be carrying the coffin all the way to Peter's reserved spot.
What's even more depressing...is that it was raining. Luckily I had my hat on.
Father... the arms speak for the first time in the whole day. They sounded like a whisper.
Hm? I thought.
These people...they are so depressing...
We never seen them like this before.
When people die...they always act like this?
Of course they do, I thought back to them. When one person lose a loved one, they will not see him or her in a long time...it is hard to handle that they are gone from them. Why do you think I moan for Rosie?
They were quiet at my answer. It felt like forever, when these men were carrying Peter and passing by me.
A large black man (Robbie) held the front left. J. Jonah Jameson held the middle left. A geeky guy (Hoffman) held the back left. My old friend Curtis Conners, even though he had only one arm, held the back right, and Harry Osborn held the front right. They were missing someone, but they were strong enough to hold it all...
But it was until Osborn, who cried uncontrollably, lost touch of reality. He let go of the coffin, causing it to fall---
But I reacted, and jumped from the crowd and caught it on time. People had gasped in reaction, and sighed when I caught the coffin on time. Osborn looked up at me, and hopefully he didn't recognize me from behind sunglasses.
"Be careful...Harry..." I whispered hoarsly. Another man from the crowd helped the boy up. He kept staring at me, but I try to avoid his glare. I'm also surprised that Curt haven't recognized me yet either...
"Go on lad, finish it..." one of the men in the crowd said to Osborn, shoving him forward. The boy reluctantly held the front right. I held the middle.
I knew Osborn didn't have a spine for anything. He yet cried like a baby. Maybe I should respect that, he probably felt guilty for thinking about killing Spiderman, who is secretly his best friend.
I was aware of his obsession with killing Spiderman when I made that devil's deal with him. Must be because of his father's death...and now, he lost both of them. He lost both; his father and his best friend.
I honestly wanted to sob myself. But I held all tears...I have cried for far too long. I helped the men lead Peter's coffin to his grave, but even that didn't help me grab a chance to watch him go down.
"I'm sorry sir..." a guard said to me. He had a strong british accent. "You don't have permission to stay."
I didn't want to leave, to tell the truth. For some unknown reason...and I wanted to fight with this guy, to stay here. I even want to let the actuators out.
"B-but..." I argued.
Let's get him for you father!
You want to see Peter, and he is in your way!
"He can have my permission."
Both me and the guard turned around, and saw Mary Jane. The guard nodded and left off, to patrol somewhere else.
I didn't speak. I couldn't speak. The natural redhead walked up to me and nodded.
"I know who you are, Otto..." Mary Jane whispered so no one else could hear.
I gulped loudly. Oh boy...and I was so close to being unnoticed! Oh god...I wish I was somewhere else right now. I wish that God would open a big whole in the ground and swallow me up, or something. I want to be anywhere else but here, to face Peter Parker's girlfriend.
"I know what you did...and I know why..." she said to me. She looked so cold...so pale...
"Mary Jane..."
"I now know why you're here. Peter told me tons about you. He told me about you before your accident and after. He was the only living person in the world that knew what was behind those metal arms, who knew who you are and were. He studied you for a while, and learned how those things behind you are 'alive'. Why are you here? You know the answer to the question, do you?" tears threatened to spill her face.
My breathing became harsh. It was uneasy to talk to her. "I...I killed him...it was all my fault. If only--"
Mary Jane placed a finger tip on my lips and nodded no. "No, you came here, Otto, because you want to show Peter that Doctor Octopus is gone, and forever will be. Peter was the only one who believed that 'Otto' is still somewhere in there," Mary Jane placed her hand on my cheek, "and always hoped that, someday his hero would emerge back to the surface and always follow these words he taught him, 'brilliance is not just a gift, but a privledge used to help mankind'."
Was Peter the only one who understood me? I have done alot of mistakes in my past...and yet Peter still believed in me? The brilliant but lazy kid?
A tear escaped my left eye after I blinked once. Mary Jane smiled sadly, and nudged me to come and join the others to watch Peter Parker fall six feet underground. Among those who watched was me, Mary Jane, the leading staff of the Daily Bugle that Peter knew, Curtis, the pastor, and this old lady, whom I find strangely familiar.
"You...won't tell anyone, will you?" I whisper to the girl.
"Of course not...I will tell only on Doctor Octopus, not Doctor Octavius."
Peter must have always believed in me because, if this woman have been listening to him very closely, her words hold such meaning, and it just makes me realize.
Each of us cried among the spoken lines of the Pastor, who spoke so softly and uneasily.
And then we watched the last of the corpse of Peter Benjamin Parker, the brilliant but lazy, the devoted scientist, the good-hearted neighbor, the protective lover, and the reluctant but dedicated hero.
A ghostly voice echoed in the back of my head, and I knew who it belonged to.
"With great power, comes great responsibility."
Well, this certainly look long!Um...if it sucked, you'll have to forgive me, because I feel all jittery and stuff while I was typing the damn thing! (Don't ever, ever, ever go outside in the cold without a jacket on for 15 minutes and eat some ice cream 2-3 hours later when you come back in! I did it and I couldn't even think!)
Oh, and Spidey did save Otto once, if you could recall the Spiderman 2 novelization when he was nearly kidnapped by some evil robot whatchamacallits.
Happy Holidays everyone! (Okay, I'll stop saying it this time. I promise.) Bonzai!
Cheers,
Agent Silver