Authors Note: I don't want to sound like I'm getting mad at people, but I'll let everyone know that I have only read three or four Spiderman comics in my life and those were Ultimate Spiderman #1, Venom: Lethal Protector #1 and one other. So the thing about the 'Sin-Eater' was the only thing I actually knew about. Anything else that has anything to do with the comics is a complete coincidence. For Example: I had no Idea that Otto lived with Aunt May for a time, until someone told me in their review.

Apology: I'm sorry to all of my readers. Sigh. Honestly I haven't read very many of the comics. I'm sorry for my ranting. On to chapter 11…

Chapter 11: Resurrection

As Otto braced himself for what he was going to attempt, Peter stopped him.

"Otto, wait… what exactly is going to happen? And… how does this thing work?" Peter asked suspiciously. Otto removed his goggles and turned to face the young man.

"Well…let's see… how to explain…" Otto mumbled to himself. He slapped himself on the forehead at the sudden realization that he hadn't written down any notes at all. What had apparently fueled him on was the will of a desperate, determined heart and a fatigued mind. "There's basically a kind of alchemy that happens in the reaction that will power this," he said motioning to his creation, "the reaction occurs between a number of various elements and…" He paused before continuing, "Blood."

Peter looked at him quizzically. "Why-Why blood?" he asked. Peter couldn't understand it. Why had that one word been so repulsive to say?

"There's a certain chemical compound in one of the proteins of blood that was vital for me to create a stable buffer that would allow me to enter the spirit realm," Otto said staring at Peter.

"Whose-" Peter started.

"Mine," Otto said showing him his hand. There was a fresh scar across the palm of his left hand. He had taken off the gauntlets and armor in case it caused any magnetism or anything else. "Peter… you may want to get out…If anything happened to you… I wouldn't forgive myself," He said slowly and turning back to face his creation.

Peter stood rooted to the spot.

Otto's fingers began flying across the keypads. One actuator reached up and replaced his goggles back over his eyes. There was a start up of turbines and machinery. A bright flash caused Peter to raise his arm over his eyes a moment. A small white light began growing in the center of the machine. The light, while still growing brighter, also began slowly turning blood-red. Otto swallowed and took a deep breath. Suddenly, there was another flare of light, brighter than the last.

Peter shielded his eyes. When the flare died down, the light was replaced with some sort of stuff that closely resembled liquid mercury, only it had a brighter chrome color to it. Peter backed towards the door as Otto braced the two bottom actuators into the solid concrete ground and slowly, gently moved the upper two tentacles through the shining mass.

On the other side, the pincers latched onto something solid.

Peter's eyes widened as Otto shuddered for a moment then stopped as frost formed on him as his spirit left his body. The temperature in the room dropped a full twenty degrees as Peter opened the door and slipped out, locking it securely. A thin layer of ice began forming on the door. Peter backed away, praying that nothing would go wrong.

Did it work?

Where are we?

Did we do it?

I… think we did… this doesn't look like the lab

Otto opened his eyes and nearly fell over in surprise. The land around him was smothered in thick, freezing, gray mist. A light behind him gave off comforting warmth. Life. He could see only a few feet in front of him, but from what he could tell, he'd done it… his spirit had crossed the bridge between life and death. As long as his gate stayed open, he would be fine, but that blood protein wouldn't last forever and he knew it. But any way, he had succeeded half way.

He felt grass beneath his feet. He walked a few feet to the side and came upon an edge. Looking over, it appeared to go on forever. He took a deep breath, noting how still and thick the air was. He nudged a rock with his foot, watching as it fell over the edge. He waited for a few minutes, his sensitive hearing would surely pick up any echoes of the rock striking the bottom, however, none came.

The tentacles writhed nervously, making the muscles in his back twitch. One tentacle looked up and hissed defensively. Otto turned his head quickly to see a dim white light disappear farther into the fog. He looked to the barrier between life and this new world that he had entered before rushing off to that light. What was left of his sanity bagged him not to go and implored him to return. But that voice was now only a faint whisper in the back of his mind.

He followed where his instincts (and tentacles) led him for what felt like hours. The thick, cold air bit at his face. Otto noticed that the farther he went, the colder it became.

The mist seemed endless. He kept following the dim light. Every so often, out of the corner of his eye, he would catch glimpses of more dim lights. He increased his pace as the light in front of him copied his actions.

Otto raised an eyebrow. The light's behavior was puzzling indeed. It seemed to be leading him somewhere… he only hoped that it was good.

"Where in the hell? He whispered to himself, "Is this thing taking me?"

Otto eventually came to a winding path that became extremely narrow and stopped. It was about one person wide. The mists weren't as thick as everywhere else here. He could see that there were many dips, sudden turns and drops and rocky ledges all over the place. Boulders and large rocks speckled the terrain in front of him.

The light hovered in front of him about four feet off of the ground. Otto stared into it before slightly crouching and pouncing at it. It darted from beneath him and Otto fell flat on his face. It darted down the narrow path a ways before stopping and hovering again.

Otto growled and stood up, taking off at leaning run, following this mysterious sprite. The spirit sped up but so did Otto. He followed it at a steady pace, out of the corner of his eye, more lights flickered in the mists.

We're gaining

(Made a hissing cat noise)

Hmmm, pretty light

Pounce on it now!

Otto pounced at it.

"I've got it," He hissed between his teeth. "Wha?" He said as the light once again darted out from beneath him. Because of his momentum and his rate of velocity, he went tumbling across the grass, panicking that he might go off of the edge into the abyss below. But he didn't. He rolled to a sitting position in the center of a large circular area. "Huh," He said as he got up. "That was bothpainful and embarrassing," He said to his actuators.

The light that he had literally busted his ass to follow hovered right in front of him.

The actuators hissed and bared themselves and Otto adopted a defensive position. "All right…" He said panting, "I followed you all the way here… What do you want?" he growled.

The light grew in intensity and dimmed to reveal an old man in blue jeans and an old plaid button-up. He smiled at Otto.

They stood there, staring at each other.

Otto furrowed his eyebrows. Where had he seen this man before? Then it hit him. May kept a picture of him in the living room.

"Ben?" He asked hoarsely, "Ben Parker?"

The old man smiled again. "Yes," He said.

"Then that means you're-"

"Peter's uncle? Yes," Ben said still smiling at the eight-limbed man in front of him.

"What's going on? Am I hallucinating again?" Otto asked, concern mounting in his voice with each passing moment.

"No… though I must admit, you defied every law that has ever been stated in coming here… I'm quite impressed."

Otto shook his head, bringing himself back to his original mission. "U-Uh, I can bring you back… I have that ability for now, he said glancing back to the direction from where he came. He still didn't know that if the portal had sealed itself.

Ben held up a hand, "No… you could...but my part in this tale is over."

Otto raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Fate… it's a fickle thing, you know… My time is over. I was only supposed to teach Peter about his gift. That lesson was that with great power, comes great responsibility." Ben smiled before continuing, "His gift was one with witch he could use for the betterment of mankind," He finished, a grin spreading across his face.

"I told him that," Otto said returning the smile.

"You see Otto, you have also been given a gift," He said to Otto as he looked at his actuators, "And it also comes with responsibility."

Otto nodded.

"For you see, everyone has a place and a time that they need to make a difference. That's just part of fate. Fate determines what time you need to do for your part." He came closer and looked at Otto square in the eye. "And I believe that your part in this tale is only beginning."

"Um… I-uh-"

"I know what you've come here for… Her time is not over yet either. That is why you can bring her back," Ben said.

Another light appeared in between them and settled itself in Otto's arms. The dim light faded away to reveal the ghostly form of Rosie. She was still dressed in the same dress that she had worn for the presentationover half a year ago. Her spirit still lay in a trance as if she had been recently killed, but the sight of her brought tears to Otto's eyes.

"I-I can't believe it," He said sinking to his knees.

"You know what you have to do… right?" Ben asked.

Otto looked up to him.

"Help Peter… A time is coming that will test both of your abilities and inner strengths," his face grew stern. "You need to be ready for this."

He nodded. A shudder in the air brought Otto to his feet.

"The protein… it's faded…" He said worried. If he didn't get out of here now, he would be stuck in death, forever.

"I think you'd better go," Ben said. "Good luck."

He disappeared, taking the fog with him.

"Whoa…" Otto said looking around him. The now clear air enabled him to see as far as he wished. Far off in the direction of whence he came, there was a tiny pinprick of light. Another shudder sent him at a full sprint, still carrying Rosie's spirit.

"There's no way I could have traveled this far in that short amount of time," He hissed to his actuators.

Believe it

We need to get out of here

Go Faster

We can help, you know…

The fourth one was right. How could he have forgotten? With a great push, he launched himself into the air at an angle. He watched the ground fly beneath him. When he landed, he was off at a sprint. The portal was becoming more and more visible the faster he went and he was making good time as it was. Another shudder shook the air. The foreboding sky above him cast an eerie glow over everything.

With that last shudder, the portal, ever so slowly, began to shrink.

"No…No…Nonono," He yelled using the tentacles to gain speed.

Uh, oh

Its closing fast

We need to get out of here NOW!!

This is bad

Even though he was sprinting as fast as he could, he put a burst of energy into it and sped up.

He could now clearly feel the warmth of life as the closing gateway loomed closer and closer.

"NOW!!!" He yelled. The actuators pushed him as he threw himself towards the closing gap as he shut his eyes. He felt a blast of heat as his spirit reemerged from death and slammed itself back into his body as the Portal shut.

The force of his reentry, even though the bottom actuators were securely braced, caused him to fly backwards and slam into the wall.

Cracks began to appear in the machine, then with a screech, partially imploded, and then expelled itself outward, debris flying in all directions.

Otto crashed into the concrete wall. The metal tentacles causing a huge hole to be put into it. He slumped to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Shards of Ice and metal as well as masonry cluttered the floor. The beautiful figure in the center of it stirred. She wearily opened her green, Almond-shaped eyes and looked around. The cracks in the masonry, shards of melting ice all over the place, metal strewn about on the floor. She sat up and shook her head, looking around her.

"How?" She wondered. Automatically, her hand flew up to her temple, feeling for the glass shards that had claimed her life. They weren't there. "Wha-What… happened?" She whispered to herself as her gaze traveled to the slumped figure on the floor.

She gasped, "Otto?"

No answer. It looked like him, but… she really couldn't tell in the dim light.

It didn't matter though… Otto had brought her back.