A/N: Wow, I keep forgetting to answer the reviews! Arrgghhh! Well, I try my best to remember to do that from now on. I hope… ; But anyhoo, in other news, Jeanine (White Mustang) thinks I'm insane. It's a long story; but if you want to learn more, please go here: I'll keep you updated on the issue. Once again, here are the fonts:

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:Josh:

Venus

(Ralph)

Dexter

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I thought today that it would be fun to take a poll. So here it is:

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In what direction do you think this fic will be heading?

A: Get happy and exciting! gasp Maybe Otto will fall in love with Rachel!

B: Decline, become suspenseful and angsty.

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Let me know what you think in your review!

Okay, lengthy author's note, I know. But enough of that. On to the fic:D

13. The Beginning? Or the End?

Rachel walked through the city, her actuators in plain sight to everyone. She barely noticed, for her mind was set on destroying Spider-Man. She was also thinking about Otto. She walked down the street, mumbling to herself.

"Stupid Otto, what does he know? It's not like his parents were killed by a so-called 'hero'."

:Yeah:

There's no way he could understand how we feel!

(He doesn't know what revenge feels like!)

He's just an interference!

"Exactly! And if he gets in the way again…"

(We will be the last faces he sees.)

"Yes…" She grinned, happy of her plan. "Now, let's think about what we're going to do when we actually find the bug."

(Kill him, of course.)

"Well yes, I know that silly. I just mean we should do it stylishly. You know, make him remember. I want death to be his last memory."

(That's a good idea.)

Ralph, you're the strongest, so it wouldn't be a problem holding him still. I have the blade, so we'd have no problem killing him.

I have the smarts; I can formulate a plan for our venture.

:What about me:

"You can be the lookout," Rachel said smiling, "in case that jerk Otto decides to follow us."

:Cool:

"Glad you think so. So be on the lookout. Dexter, start thinking up a plan for us. Revenge is coming our way." All four start chirping excitedly.

Otto was walking down the street, a block away from where Rachel was. He had to plan this out correctly, otherwise she probably end up killing herself rather than him. But what to do, what to do. He noticed a payphone across the street from him. Reaching into his coat pocket, he felt lucky that he still had three quarters with him. He crossed the street, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

"Hello? This is Otto Octavius. I have someone here that needs help. She has short brown hair, blue eyes, and wears a light brown trench coat. Yes. I'll have her at the New York City Bank in ten minutes. What's that? Oh, yes. Her problem. Her problem is that she's insane. Of course. Thank-you very much." He hung up the phone. Ten minutes, he thought. He only has ten minutes to lure Rachel to the bank. Then a thought came to mind. He continued walking down the street, looking for Rachel. He noticed her across the street immediately. Of course, how hard was she to miss, with four actuators hanging in the air as she walked? He quickly walked past her, hoping she would notice him. She did.

"Where the heck is he going?" She thought to herself. "Maybe I should follow him."

It could be a trap.

"Don't worry, what can he possibly do to us? You saw what we did to him before."

(She has a point.)

"Just be on the lookout for anything suspicious." She walked down the street following him. Otto walked down the street, heading towards the bank. Then his tentacles spoke to him.

Father, she is following us.

"Good. That's what I want." He stopped in an alleyway in front of the bank. Rachel followed him.

"I thought I told you not to follow me!" She said angrily, her tentacles hissing at him.

The man watched the two people conversing in the alleyway, one with tentacles. He placed his rifle on his shoulder, peering through the scope and aiming it at the girl. "That's it." He whispered. "Just stand still there for a minute." He placed his finger on the trigger…

To be continued…

A/N: Left ya hanging there, huh ; hehe. Don't forget to answer the poll when you review!

Steph: I'm SO glad you read it! Thankies! (hug)

aleeock: Glad you're liking it! I hope I can post the next chapter before the shudders white-coats come for me. :S

Harry Hippie: What? ANOTHER Rachel? That makes… counts on fingers 2 Rachel's who are reading this fic! And as to your "Security Room" question; that's true. But hey! This is Ficland. No logic needed. XD