AN: I don't own Ock. I own Kat.
Short chapter. It's up early. Don't complain. I'm in a good mood.
Dedicated to Yumegari.
Our Future
KoD
Otto landed back above Kat's window at about 3:45. He rapped on it, but at the lack of answer made him guess she was asleep. Luckily, she had kept the window open, and he entered with no problem. The apartment was several times cleaner then it had been when they had last been here – apparently the police had taken the liberty of cleaning it when they had inspected it. Or, he could figure out no other reason.
One of the actuators reached out for a television remote and clicked the button to Fox.
"This is Megan Darinia reporting for Fox Five news. We are at the scene of the next vicious attack of the man dubbed "Doctor Octopus" – Saint Paul's Hospital, where he was earlier taken to get emergency surgery to remove the mechanical tentacles attached to his back. Octopus – formerly known as Doctor Otto Octavius before a nuclear accident that did this – was thought dead until only recently, when he made his return by destroying the nightclub known as Fallen, killing one person and sending many to hospitals. Some of his victims are inside this very hospital. The multi-armed man escaped from the emergency surgery with the help of another individual, whose identity is not known and may remain so due to Octopus' most recent attack. Police forces say that the ex-nuclear scientist entered from an air vent and completely eradicated the room, thought any personal that sought to intervene were only knocked unconscious. They suspect that he did this to destroy the incriminating evidence against his accomplice."
Octavius mused on this. He was becoming more and more famous, not quite sure if he liked it or not. But it was fairly interesting to see himself on the television so often. He turned back to the television.
"……explosion. Between these two events, apparently, police were tipped off to Octopus' residence, an apartment belonging to a college student whose name will not be disclosed. The connection between the student and the mad doctor is uncertain, though when policemen arrived at the apartment, it was empty of the legal occupant and the eight-armed stowaway. Searches are underway for both. On a more tragic note, at the same time or near it, Doctor Octavius was at the residence of Harry Osborn, a high-ranking member of his father's company, Oscorp Corporation. Apparently, Mr. Osborn believed he could fight Octopus, but was rushed to the emergency room with quite a few broken bones in both in arms."
Otto leaned back and closed his eyes, one of the tentacles shutting off the TV. He thought on his fame, but after a while, he felt his eyelids grow heavy. And this was a comfortable chair. He shifted, making himself comfortable, tentacles and all, and smiled a bit.
Maybe he'd have a light nap. Yes, that sounded good. Only for an hour or something, he'd be awake well before Kat.