Spiderman is dead: the story afterwards VIII
I feel irrational, so confrontational
To tell the truth I am getting away with murder
It is impossible to never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
"Dr. Octavius?"
Everything was so dark...so cold. But I feel nothing. I opened my eyes. Everything was so black, so dark...I couldn't see a thing. It felt empty, but a part of me tells me it is full.
"Hey...Otto..." a familiar voice spoke through the everlasting realm, in a sing-song tone. "Over here! Behind ya!"
I turned around. And there he was.
A boy, no, an adult was there, standing there behind me. His stood tall and strong...broad-shouldered. His body...he wore a red and blue spandex, complete with black webs as decoration surrounding it. He didn't wear the mask. He had those bright blue eyes, the unruly brown hair...and a heart-warming smile. He was smiling. At me. And he seem happy too...this boy...the brilliant but lazy...Peter Parker...Spider-man...the one I killed...
I knew it was him. He can see me, talk to me, and he is happy, even though the situation was dark. Peter was right there. Is he an illusion? A dream? A ghost? Whatever he is, I'm grasping the moment before hand—I must have is forgiveness.
"P-peter..." I choke out, trying to reach to him. My emotions were already taking the best of me; I'm already on the verge of tears.
"Hey, why so blue?" Peter...that same goofy child.
"Peter...do you..."
"You saved MJ. I'm very happy you did." MJ? Oh...he must mean Mary Jane... "Thank you Otto. I...I owe you."
Peter...do you forgive me? I killed you...I hurt everybody...I didn't mean to...it just happened. I was confused.
"You were given your powers for a reason," Peter said to me, "are you just going to sit back and do nothing? Just sit there and feel sorry for yourself?"
He walked up to me, and placed his left hand on my right shoulder. I couldn't speak.
"Take my Job," Peter said, "you did kill me. Don't you know these people need help? You got to act responsibly. You got to bring justice to this world, make it a better place. You always wanted to help mankind, so do it. You don't have to use your brains to figure that one out."
Take...take your job? Should I be responsible with these arms, and take over your role of saving the city? Am I even worthy of the position? What if I fail? What if someone dies and I failed to protect them? Then what? I wouldn't be worthy of being in your position? What happens if I die? No one will take the place after that...right...?
"Peter..." I whisper. Tears fall freely down my eyes, but I couldn't feel it. I feel numb.
"Yes, Dr. Octavius?" Peter asked, with an innocent grin. He looked so happy.
"Do you...forgive me...?"
"Of course I do, old friend. Hey, don't cry, okay? Don't beat yourself up. You still got something left in your life, you got a city to protect. People need your help. So, go out there."
And then, once more, everything went black.
The rain had stopped. It was night time, and the sky was still gray. The busy streets of Manhattan were filled with the polluted nosy cars and people, and at one time you wouldn't notice anything weird up in the sky.
There was something weird in the sky. No one notices, or at least there wasn't any panic. If was too dark in the sky to see, but you could see some kind of movement through the sky, flying, but it wasn't an airplane or a bird.
The moon found its way from the gray clouds. A figure flew through the moon, you and could see that figure.
It was humanoid, in green, on a purple hovercraft or some kind of glider. It is the Green Goblin.
He has returned. And he is back for one mission only: to search and destroy Otto Octavius.
"...and Harry was like, 'waitress, can I have a quickie?' and the waitress slapped him and left, and I told him, 'Harry, it is pronounced 'quiche'!'"
I awoke. I didn't open my eyes, but I was aware. I hear the actuators speaking in my mind...and a familiar female voice just talking. Out to thin air...
He he, number 2, write to Mary Jane this—
I want to talk to Mary Jane!
Quiet! You'll wake up father...
And the arms...they seem to respond to her...
When I first opened my eyes, my vision was blurry, and a painful headache took over my mind. I stirred, and found that there was a wet face-towel over my forehead.
W-where...am I...? I thought. All four actuators turned go 'look' at me. My vision turned back to normal, and I could see Mary Jane in front of me, watching in concern.
"Otto?" she spoke.
"...hi."
God, I feel miserable. I appear to be shirtless, the base of the machine fused to my body visible. I weakly pull the blanket up some over my chest. My body feels so numb, I can't even move...sometimes I wish that I were in someone else's shoes...
"Had...a good night's sleep?" MJ said with a weak smile. She was sitting beside me, on a chair, and she removed the face towel from my head. I just looked at her...and I could see the redness of her hair...the greenness of her eyes...and the paleness of her skin. She wore black, like a widow. She is kind of like one, as to the fact that she have lost Peter...and I guess I'm a widower myself.
"I...I've had worst nights..." My voice cracked. Mary Jane nodded and unfolded then refolded the face towel to place on my forehead again. I wanted to get up, but I feel so weak and tired...
"You ran down a fever, or at least that was what I thought..." MJ said, standing up.
"I'm sorry...for my behavior..." I said softly.
"Don't be. You should apologize to yourself. And...I saw those...cuts...you cut yourself didn't you?" I sighed deeply and closed my eyes. I do not want to talk about that.
"Just...just don't do that again, okay?" she ran her fingers over my hair. "At least for me...alright? I hate to see anyone suffer...even you."
I know you forgive me Mary Jane...but how could you? How could you help me? I have brought you nothing but pain...I have killed your love...what did I do to gain your trust?
"You should lay down...I'm going to bring you some food in just a minute. You must be starving."
And I lay in bed, glad to see that even above all the sins I've committed, there is still someone out there that cares about me...
"Hmm..." The Green Goblin mused to himself, "if I was a human Octopus, where would I be?"
He sighed wearing his mask, while sitting on his glider indian-style, hovering in circles above a building. He tries to think and think, of where Otto Octavius would be...
"Why are you even trying to bother to kill him son?" a voice from below spoke. Harry looked down to the building below and stopped the glider from circling. It was a middle-aged man, who stood tall and broad-shouldered, with unruly hair, all in black. It was his father. Norman Osborn.
"Remember, my death was avenged! He is dead! You should at least thank him for what he have done!" His father was nothing but a ghoul—a real goblin.
Harry looked away, and flinched. Even though he loves his father and misses him, sometimes he despises his father, for the few things he say to him. Peter was his best friend, a brother. He had been loyal, right before his father's death, and he only kept it a secret to protect Harry from himself.
"Peter is my best friend, for your information," Harry spat from behind the mask, "and even if he was still alive, I still wouldn't avenge you! You have done bad things, horrible things, something Octavius did...and I will not follow in your footsteps to become the likes of you!"
"Harry..." it crushed Norman, you could tell by the tone of his voice. Harry removed his mask to look at his father with his real eyes. Norman looked up to his son...and he could see the tormented look of pain in his son's face...
What have I done...Norman thought, still looking up at his son. I have put my pride and work ahead of my son...and didn't think about what he would've felt...
And Harry just stood up on the glider and placed the mask back on. "Good-bye...father." he said, and took off, not looking behind, to see the ghost form of his father dissolve into thin air.
And Harry remembered something; from the funeral, a man helped him bring Peter's coffin to his rightful place. Wasn't he a bit familiar? His voice was a bit dark... not to mention, he wore a black trenchcoat! Octavius wasn't at the funeral, was he?
Harry suddenly remembered...Mary Jane was talking to him before they set Peter down. If the man was truly Doctor Octopus, then she is in trouble.
"Hold on MJ!" he yelled through the gray sky, and took off in full speed. He couldn't afford to lose another friend.
According to MJ, I have been sleeping for 3-4 days, and that is a really long time. At least I feel a little refreshed, not as tired as the way I feel like passing out any minute. Now I was starving.
Luckily, MJ gave me tons of food, ("Thank you!" I said to her..."You're welcome!") but even though it was a lot, it still wasn't enough. I didn't stop to say grace—I was buried down on food the moment Mary Jane set it down for me to eat in bed. Oh food...good food...wonderful food...I have missed it so...
The actuators watched me in great amusement (at least I thought), and one of them reached over to a notebook and grabbed a pen to write in. I didn't pay attention to read. I was drowning in food.
When they were finished writing, MJ picked up the notebook and read it. She laughed. "Yeah, I'm surprised too!"
"What?" wiping my mouth with a napkin. I took a sip of the orange juice she gave me.
Even though you're sick, you've managed to eat like a horse!
You recovered really quick!
"You're getting to be better!" Mary Jane replied. I blushed. Gods, I didn't show my manners...
"You know..." Mary Jane said, sitting down, "the arms are actually better than they seem. They just don't know good things and...bad."
The top left slithered up to me, and I petted him. "R-really?" I asked, "You think so?"
"Sure," Mary Jane smiled, "I mean, I've been having a lot of conversations between them for the last few days...I'm glad you taught them how to write. It was fun, for a while. I didn't know they can think..."
"They have artificial intelligence...AI..." I explained. "I...if only that the inhibitor chip...the device keeping me from being vulnerable to them...wasn't destroyed..."
We were silent for a while. Even the arms.
"Well, look on the bright side!" MJ chirped, "at least they helped me bring you up here, in my apartment!"
Then, I felt that feeling again. Something wrong is going to happen. Again. I heard WHIR sounds from outside the window, it exploded, and I jumped up, knocking MJ to the ground with no second thought. Dirt and debris flew across the room.
"Hit the deck!" I yelled. Mary Jane screamed high-pitched, and I stood up immediately, just suddenly recovering all of my strength.
"Are you, cough, okay?" I spoke, looking back down to MJ. She was still lying down on the floor. Her arm was limp.
"M-my arm..." MJ cried. Oh god. She broke her left arm. Who ever did this is going to pay.
Someone's evil cackle was heard from outside, fire all over what remains of MJ's window. I didn't get up to look at it. I stood up, with MJ in my arms, and I ran, with the top right actuator grabbing my trenchcoat from a chair and the top left grabbing my hat.
I ran outside the apartment, and down the hallway of the complex, and a green figure on top of a purple glider was chasing me across that hallway. Who the hell is he?! I remember reading in the news that Peter fought him once before...or did he team up with him? The Daily Bugle confuses me.
It chased me, and I had no other exit but an elevator, which is too slow.
Father! Let us fight him for you!
No! I can't let Mary Jane get hurt! It is my responsibility to keep her safe; no matter the circumstance!
There was a tall glass window in front of me...that method of escape would work.
The window!
No need to tell twice!
I jumped out the window, the actuators putting on my fedora and trenchcoat over my shoulders, before landing on a brick building. The Green Goblin hovered overhead.
"You will not get away with her!" he yelled.
I sent out the bottom left and right to attack, while the top right and left sends me down. Goblin didn't stop there, he continued to punch and kick the arms.
MJ watched in fear, and held onto me tightly, not looking down, but looking up at the blows the arms and Goblin threw. God, and I was supposed to be in bed!
Almost to the bottom...
I looked down. People were watching, and ran in panic. Riots and chaos. I saw a huge trashcan down there...
The trash—
Yes! Yes!
The right actuators reached down and lifted the trash up; it pushed the maniac in the glider upward. But it won't hold him for long.
I traveled, while holding MJ, over with all four actuators moving for me like spider legs. It wasn't long, before Goblin leveled down to me and I looked at him, not sure what to do.
"Leave her alone!" the goblin aimed a punch to my cheekbone; and I flew across the street into a building.
Protect MJ!
But-
No buts! Just do it!!
I covered her with all over my arms, both blood and metal, and it wasn't a soft landing. I was covered in debris, and blood...scratches all over my body...but I protected MJ.
Harry gasped. He didn't meant to do that. The power of the chemical he drank in liquid form was really getting to his head.
I weakly removed the bricks and debris with my bare hands...and checked to see if MJ gotten hurt.
"Are you okay?" I said with concern. She nodded.
Sounds of screaming and sirens rang the sky, and a small group of scared people that was inside the building looked at me in fear. I looked over to them, and I knew that I could not send MJ to the hospital with the Green Goblin trailing me. I took my pleading looks.
"Please," I begged to them, holding up Mary Jane, "take her to the hospital...she's hurt."
A white businessman gulped, and bravely walked up slowly. The actuators got out from the debris, and the man fearfully took a step back...
"W-wait!" I reached a hand out, "don't be afraid! I won't hurt anybody! I promise! Just help her...please..." The man looked at me in the eyes, and his scared look turned into a serious glare, and he nodded. He knew I was telling the truth.
"Otto…" Mary Jane whispered.
"I'll be alright..." I said to her. The man walked up to me and I gave her MJ...
...then the Goblin flew in with his glider for a tackle. "Look out!" I screamed, pushing Mary Jane and the businessman aside.
I was pinned to the wall by his glider. Luckily, the machine protected my stomach...but it still hurts like hell!
"Look at you," the Goblin grunted, "you really are an eight-legged freak. Just like the other bug. They shouldn't have called you an Octopus!"
He tried to choke me. My flesh and blood body was too weak and tired to fight back. But the arms tried to put up a fight.
Don't you dare hurt father like that...you freak!
You will pay for this!
DIE!!!!!
The actuators kept hitting Goblin. He covered himself to keep from getting hit. "Damn it!" the Goblin cursed, and he flew out the building. I went down on my knees and coughed. I don't...feel so good...
MJ and the others were still there, so I yelled for them to leave. I stood up, despite the fact that I feel nauseous again. I know, I'm really sure, that I might die in this fight. If that is the case, then he'll die too, because I cannot go, leaving him be to hurt these people.
I walked up to the entrance limply, breathing hard, my left hand over my chest. The Goblin hovered about 25 feet above me, and I could see that he took out some kind of bomb. I looked up at him...and I felt like dying...I felt, as if the whole world was spinning in my sights. I tried to concentrate. I'm still sick.
"What ever happens..." I breathed in pain, "If I die in this fight, I'm taking you with me!!"
Well, the last chapter is the n-e-x-t! And trust me, you're in for a thrill! I had fun working on this story!