Chapter 1.
He could hear the aumbulances sirens still, even through the muffled haze of the tranquilizer darts they had pumped into him. It was so distant, wavering in and out as though he were beneath cloudy, turbulent waters. The voices of the medics and the cops phased in and out as well. He could tell the medics were yelling, but he had no idea what about. It vaguely registered that one of the arms of his actuator was drunkenly snaking through the cabin of the vehicle before he blacked out completely. At that point he was too far gone to even feel any sort of anger.
Light! He squeezed his eyes shut and attempted to bring his hands up over his face, but something stopped his arms from moving. His hands were being held down in front of him with cold, metal cuffs. The disorientation made it hard, but he soon figured out that he was lying on his stomach on a gurney.
"He's awake." he heard someone say.
Then he felt a quick sting in his neck and the world slowly turned black again.
Time had no meaning in this place, where-ever he was. He had no idea what was going on anymore, and he couldn't keep himself awake for any lengthy amount of time. His dreams began to seem a little too real, doctors would come in and ask him questions, but their words were like a foriegn language. They would shuffle him into different rooms, and as he was wheeled down the halls on the rickety gurney he could hear other voices in this place. Voices he understood.
"Mother..." came a muffled cry from his left, "Mother was a whore!"
"You hear them, everywhere," this time from the right, "They're in the walls!" the voice whispered.
He wished for the voices to go away, and bnriefly wondered how many drugs this place had injected into his system.
How long it had been since he had last regained conciousness he wasn't sure, and his grasp upon it this time was tennuous at best. They had moved him into yet another room, and the hundreds of feet of earth above him weighed down upon him like lead, and for once the inky darkness was not comforting. Without much thought he bid an actuator to survey the room around him, but the actuator did not move. With a bit of effort he slowly turned his head to look behind him. His tentacles were chained to the wall, spread out like the skeletal remains of the wings of a demon. The tranquilizers swirled about in his brain and the heavy eyelids he had been struggling to keep open clamped shut again. Something hot burned in the back of his neck, but he was swiftly being swept away from this plane of reality.
Oh no, another movie based Doc Ock fic. Man, I am starting to feel sorry for all the True Believers in this category. Someone should start a Spiderman Movie category, that would be pretty cool. Then all the comic kids wouldn't have to sift through all the stuff the movie kids pump out. Just a thought.
Oh man, if you see any spelling errors, typos, or grammatical problems that aren't clearly on purpose feel free to point it out in a review, I'd hate to leave that in there, that's just embarassing.
I think I might have cribbed that thing about his tentacles being spread out behind him like wings, too, but I don't know where from. If I accidentally absorbed it from your fic don't get too mad, alright? I'd be flattered, myself.