Spider-Man fell back. He had found him. His sanctuary had been invaded, and now he felt like he was gonna die. "Jameson," He said, not getting up. "Jameson, look at the damn sky Jameson! There's no full moon. You're free. So what Octavious has the fucking stone? You don't have to listen to him!" The Man-Wolf slashed Spider-Man's chest with his long claws.
"Jameson," Spider-Man tried to say. He had no strength left to move backwards. He pointed at the sky. "No moon." He said simply. The Man-Wolf looked at the sky. He analyzed it intently. "Mmmooonee." He stuttered. "Yeah," Spider-Man panted. "Moon gone." The Man-Wolf picked up Spider-Man and, with a change of emotional atmosphere, carried him close to the edge. He held him up high. Oh snap, Spider-Man thought.
"Ock…can't fight…" The Man-Wolf said, fighting with himself to keep the hero alive. Spider-Man was too wiped out to help convince the beast to let him live. He was badly bleeding. But Spider-Man knew the hold Octavious had on Jameson Jr. was too great to be stopped just by free will. Once the Man-Wolf dropped Spider-Man and tried to break free of the control, he took the opportunity to carefully and slowly swing towards the comic book store.
Octavious must be too busy keeping Jameson under control that he didn't notice me slip in, Spider-Man thought as he crawled out of the air vent. He crawled up on the ceiling, looking for the eight-armed freak. "Where is he?" Spider-Man said aloud. Just then, a metal arm wrapped itself around Spider-Man's waist. "Hello, Spider-Man." Octavious laughed. Spider-Man felt blood flowing out of his body. It was really gross. "Don't you know better than to come to me injured? And I was hoping for a fair fight." "You? Fight fair? That'll be the day!" Spider-Man said, squirming around in his enemy's grasp. He knew he didn't have the strength to break free.
"Come, Spider-Man, watch the show!" Octavious laughed, showing Spider-Man a large screen on the wall. It showed the Man-Wolf, and it seemed as though he was going mad. "What have you done to him?" "He is learning that no one defeats Doctor Octopus." The Man-Wolf was howling and twitching, moaning and scratching. "Stop it! You're hurting him!" Spider-Man struggled. "Well, duh."
Spider-Man sank low in the metal arm. This sucked. "So, what?" Spider-Man asked. "Am I just gonna hang around in your stupid arm all day?" "Ooh, no," Octavious laughed. "The Man-Wolf will finish you." Spider-Man gulped. Fighting the Man-Wolf when he was under the control of Doc Ock was worse than fighting the Sinister Six all over again.
Spider-Man was whipped around violently for Doc Ock's amusement, bleeding all over. "When this is all over, Doc, you're paying for my dry-cleaning." He moaned, pointing at all the rips, tears and bloodstains. Doc Ock starred at him like 'what the fuck is wrong with you you're making jokes even though your gonna die soon.' But that was just the thing. Spider-Man didn't think he was going to die. His raving mind came up with a plan or too that were too crazy to work, but life is crazy that way.
Spider-Man tried to break loose while Doc Ock controlled Man-Wolf to come to the comic book store. His wound was scaring, and he felt a little better. But his spirits dropped when a rugged-looking Man-Wolf barged through a closed door.