Chapter 2—Marc
When you're at war, you gotta work hard, work for your country. Marcus Brown is like that—he'd risk his life for his country. But he isn't in the navy, or the army, or the air force for the matter. And he's not particularly fighting for a country—even though his out the protecting it. He isn't in a country's faction—that's what I was trying to say- but he is out there, trying to save the world.
He's an American, working for S.W.O.R.D. His nationality is America, but he is fighting for everybody—to maintain the peace going on in the world. He's fighting for the Canadians, he's fighting for the Mexicans, he's fighting for the British, he's fighting for the Africans, Chinese, Japanese, Russians, French, Australians, Europeans, everybody. And, everybody else in S.W.O.R.D. is all in the same way.
S.W.O.R.D. was supposed to be a secret government; no one was supposed to know them. That, until W2 gave out their global threat, and the people worldwide all had a right to know the truth. To know who is protecting them.
And it is until they needed the armed forces for help.
Marcus never had a problem with working with the army or even alongside the civilians. W2 is just too great. It was the war that was sickening. Too many people dying, too many places falling apart, ruining innocents, mother nature being abused.
As if that everything was all black and white back in WWII and the Holocaust...and here on, everyone thinks that's all over. Now there's Al Qaeda to deal with. But there are people out there that aim for world domination, that aim for destruction, for killing. Hitler tried to commit genocide, W2 is aiming to do so themselves.
Marc sighed, holding his rifle up. He rode on a jeep, with 3 other men, along with other jeeps and trucks that were all in one road. Marc was tired, as that the day has been long, and he wishes for nightfall so he could just rest. They were heading to Poland and Russia, passing through the country Germany. Nazis recently raided a nearby town, and luckily these S.W.O.R.D. troops came by and prevented anymore damage. But knowing they must be around the area, they ought to expect any W2 attacks sooner or later.
He sat back and closed his eyelids, entering a light sleep. His comrade and friend, Morgan Smith, sat back and did the same, with a grin.
"...tired?" Morgan whispered, through this silence. There were only sounds of cars humming, nothing else. The soldiers were awfully quiet.
Marc smiled. "Tired? I feel like collapsing!"
"The sun'll fall soon. Just be patient."
"I can hardly know the difference whether or not the sun would be out or not." That's partly true. The sky's covered with pollution clouds, and so it seems like it was cloudy with rain all the time. They had to watch out for acid rain, where the rain drops would hurt when contacted with skin, now that chemicals and the pollution entered in the water cycle.
"Keep your hopes up. This'll be a long ride anyway."
Marc nodded. Morgan is a great friend. He was always there with him, ever since combat training. He was born in America, but grew up in Greece. The guy's familiar with the European lands, and Morgan would tell Marc about his childhood, about the beautiful Greece and Athens, and about all of the countries he'd visited in his golden summers while school was out.
He's about Marc's age, only one year younger, about 22. They were the youngest of S.W.O.R.D., and was taunted countless times, but they endured it all together. They both proved to be really rough when it comes to a battle. They were both proud to be among the youngest.
Marc sat back, enjoying his bumpy ride. Morgan is right, it'll be quite a long time to get to another country. Good time to rest. For now...
Life was hard without anyone to care for, or to be with. This is an Otto Octavius that never had anyone. Ever.
Okay, so maybe he had his mother, who passed away so many long time ago, and Mary Alice Burke, who died of AIDS, and maybe even Stunner and Carolyn Trainer...
But with the exception of all of that, no one was there for him. He had to survive this cold world on his own, living a criminal life... living with four metal tentacles welded on his back.
Well, even though it separated him from being part of the rest of the world, he favored its power. To be the one, who was actually a match against a certain arachnid. He'd hate to say it, but the arms make him really similar to Spider-man. Eight arms, heh.
But Otto is proud to be named Doctor Octopus. At least this sea animal is larger than a bug. At least he has a catchy nickname. 'Spidey', sure, but 'Doc Ock'? It even rhymes with 'rock' for God's sake—beat that my little spider foe!
And now, this Otto Octavius lay in his prison cell. He's caught again—but so what? There was nothing left to do. He's a criminal, and it has always been the way that criminals were locked up—right?
Besides, what's the purpose in it anyway? He's superior, yeah, and smarter above all these other brutes they call themselves thugs, he could even use his knowledge to do what Doctor Octopus does best...but there was no sense in doing it anymore. He's just a guy who was a respected but resented scientist, who winds up with eight arms in his spine. Maybe if there was no accident, he'd probably be different by now.
He'd probably invent something useful, something people would appreciate him of. Maybe he'd lose some weight maybe, follow that Atkins diet people always talk about, and get a girl, maybe start a family. Maybe if his mother wasn't so selfish, or if he'd haven't been so furious when finding out his mother was dating some guy, he wouldn't be 'Doctor Octopus'. Maybe...not now. Just a waste of time, to think these thoughts. Too late to change things now, since he's a freak with 8 limbs total. A powerful freak that is.
But it never hurts to think, to ask 'what if'? He is human, after all, not a machine. And that's the part he hates. To be emotional at times, to feel pain and pleasure. And, he has no sense of purpose in this life anymore. Why live in a world, where everyone else hates you for what you've accidentally become? Why live in a world that becomes hell for you every second? But he can't give up now-no sir-not after all that hard work he struggled to become. He came into this mess, and he'll have to come clean. But how is he to come clean?
Something will happen soon. If he could just hold on a little longer.
Okay. Wow.I couldn't go on the internetsince I have dial-up...and my phone's out. Oh well. I try and update as soon as I can, I really want to write this! Don't worry, the fun will come.
