FATR: Subsequent chapters will not be quite so emphatic when it comes to the whole "Ock's a pervert" theme. This is a continuation of the ideas set forth in the last chapter because it was so lengthy I had to force it to end. Now, of course, if it is the reader's wish for me to go on with the dirty looks at the thoughts in Ock's brain, I will continue. I am merely trying to avoid twisting the cartoon storyline too much. There were a few... questionable actions or words I noted in the cartoon which support my idea, but it seems to me–and it will never come to this so worry not– that even if Ock is a closet pervert, he certainly does not seem to be the type of guy who would, say, rape somebody. Now, again, I have no intention of taking this story that direction, so you can put down the flaming torches. I am merely making a point, though I've rather lost sight of the point I was trying to make. Hm... There will be no rape, I repeat, no rape. I'm not that sick. Okay, I am that sick, but if there was going to be a rape scene it would not be posted in a PG-13 story. In fact, it probably wouldn't be on this site at all because its hard for me to write things like that and keep them below NC-17 rating. Um... yeah... All well, on with the chip chip!

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Felicia woke up and felt a hard cold floor under her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and she tried to get her bearings. What happened? Where am I? When she sat up her back screamed and popped. Her eyes scanned the lab outside the holding cell as the fog of sleep lifted from her brain. Now she remembered, everything. Her vision seemed to have returned to a state of normalcy, which was a relief. She wasn't sure if she could stand a headache on top of the muscle cramps. Something struck her as odd, though. There didn't appear to be any bars on the cell. She rose slowly to her feet, head tilted, ears scanning for any sound. It seemed as though she was all alone. She took a few cautious steps forward then stopped, sniffing the air. It smelled like the atmosphere just before a lightening storm. She wasn't sure how but she could smell electricity in the air. Of all the senses that could have been enhanced, it had to be smell. Ugh. I don't think I can imagine a sense worse than that to magnify. The eye thing is gone, maybe this smell thing will pass too. But what was it lizard man said about phase 2? Her stomach rumbled, interrupting this unpleasant train of thought. She didn't know what time it was, or what time, if ever, anyone would come back to check on her. Felicia began pacing back and forth, as close as she dared to get to the invisible barrier. She didn't know if she wanted to call for anyone or not. There was definitely no need to hurry into 'phase 2.' In that respect she was glad they seemed to have forgotten about her. However, she knew she would have to eat eventually. Staying alive and being turned into some kind of cat creature was better than dying as a human... right? Though from the design of the suit it didn't seem that the change would really be that drastic. Finally she ceased her prowling and yelled, "Hey!" The lab echoed her words back to her. "Hey, can anyone hear me?" No answer. She sighed and turned her back to the room, crossing her arms.

"Ah, so you're awake."

Felicia jumped at the all too familiar voice and whipped around. "Are all octopi that sneaky?"

Octavius smiled slyly. "They are the aquatic masters of camouflage."

Felicia snorted. "How ironic that you chose such a gaudy colored costume."

"The lady is the tiger." One of Ock's tentacles punched out a combination on a key pad situated next to the cell. There was a brief flash in the air between them as the force field deactivated. "Follow me."

As she neared the scientist, she noticed an odd scent coming off of him. She couldn't name it but it made her skin crawl. "I'm hungry," Felicia whispered as she fell into step just behind him and slightly to his right He didn't respond. Had he heard her? Perhaps he was ignoring her on purpose. Back to the examination table, huh? Great, just what I need. More poking and questioning. As she passed him he grabbed the shoulders of the robe and pulled it off of her. She hopped up on the table, entirely used to that now, and crossed her ankles, resting her hands in her lap and slouching forward. He didn't ask her any questions right away. He got out the little light and leaned his right hand on the table. Her eyes shifted down to his hand. He wasn't touching her but if either of them moved more than an inch...

"Eyes on the wall," he commanded and watched her eyes slide uneasily across his face then settle onto the wall behind him.

He checked her eyes the same way Landon had last night, but that scent had intensified at this close range. Try as she might, though, she could not place it, nor figure out why it made her so jittery.

"Your vision has returned to normal, yes?"

But Felicia could tell it wasn't really meant to be a question. "Yes." He nodded thoughtfully. "Is that a... good... thing?" She continued. Why did he have to stand so close? He had fixed that crack in his glasses, either that or he had gotten new ones. It didn't really matter.

He cocked his head at her. "Do you desire it back?"

"Well, no. I was just wondering what exactly you are trying to do."

"Phase one has been quite successful thus far," he answered. Then added, "You know, my pretty, you should learn to embrace those characteristics which place you in a superior position. If you put aside your preconceived prejudices for a moment, you may find that you enjoy what we are doing for you. Or is that what you are afraid of?"

"There is a fine line between doing something 'for' me and doing something 'to' me."

Ock only smiled. "You will change your mind. I did. Now, I believe you mentioned being hungry earlier." In response to her badly hidden hope he raised his right hand in a silencing gesture. "Kingpin has arranged for you and your father to dine with him. Your clothes will be delivered shortly, in edition to your costume. We will conclude our business here, you will dress, and after breakfast you will come back here."

He's just telling me this to keep me cooperative, isn't he? Control freak... "My sense of smell was, is, better this morning." He nodded and turned his back to her, though she couldn't see what he was doing.

"Lie down."

Felicia swung her feet up on the table slowly, cocking her head at the octopus' back. Lizard guy never asked... All well, the sooner I get through with this, the sooner I get to eat. When he turned around he was wearing a stethoscope which he placed just below her ribs.

Okay, so he didn't exactly have to do it this way, but Landon wasn't there and Felicia was so unaware, preoccupied with the desire to feed. His eyes scanned her, especially her soft, flat stomach. Then he flicked a switch in his head and was all business again. "Inhale... Exhale..."

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FATR: You know, if I was going to peg any supervillain as a rapist it would either be Tombstone, Scorpion, or Mysterio. What do you all think? Oh, and the fruit bar/atm question still stands if you haven't answered it yet. PENGUIN PEACE!