GAH!!!! I can't believe that ONLY two people reviewed and
they'll shall have cookies and tea! As for the rest of you pick up your
game! or else I won't take it to kindly... you know death, torture
and everything that comes with it... including Jackie Jacie Spicey
killing you and doing stuff that even I fear! And that says a lot!
And for everyones information, this isn't a gay fic. It's just something that shows that there is more to life than taking over the world. They just have to find it the hard way. Also the Doctor Octopus is from the Spiderman 2 film not some crappy comic. Not that they are crappy. Go SPIDEY!!
Jack groaned with pain as he moved his head against the rusty, copper pole. His back ached along with the rest of his body every time he moved. He could barely remember last night's events, probably because he had been hit in the head twice. He slowly opened his eyes and observed his surroundings. Around him were opened crates, filled with white newspaper used to protect whatever was in the crates in the first place. They were stacked up about the height of three metres which prevented him from seeing any further.
"Where am I?" Jack asked himself and got up, if shakily, on his two feet. He tried moving forwards but found that he was chained at the foot. He gave a grunt of annoyance and checked his pockets, trying to find something that could be used to unpick the lock. Luck seemed to be on his side for he found a small needle in his pocket. He also gave a (very small) thanks to his cousin Katnappe for showing him how to unpick a lock. In ten seconds flat he was out of his chains and looking for the exit.
Doc Ock sat on a stool examining the captive's backpack. In fact it wasn't even a backpack. Made with care, it looked like one but by one press of a button the backpack became a HELI -pack, with two rotors popping out enabling flight. He was certainly very impressed by the boy's intelligence, even his own smart arms, fused to his back after that horrible accident making him the criminal he was today, seemed to examine this invention with great enthusiasm. Su ddenly one of the smart arms snapped up, hearing a sound from inside the warehouse. The doctor sighed and went in search for his captive. What else was there that would trigger the smart arms senses? Using his robotic arms he raised himself above the crates that surrounded him and was able to see his captive's moving form. He gave out another sigh and positioning himself carefully, leapt across several boxes and landed right in front of Jack with a loud thump. Jack looked at the towering figure before him and his brain raced for some possible solutions:
a) Run the other way
b)Run between his legs
c)Get down on your knees and beg
Surprisingly, Jack did none of the above and stared at the man before him.
"Did you think you could get away?" asked the man in amusement, lowering hims ›elf to the ground. Again Jack's brain came up with three possible answers
a) Say yes
b) Say no
c) Don't say anything and look like a goldfish
And again Jack disobeyed his brain's neat commands.
"Well I was actually looking for you so I could get my backpack and tell you that I'm hungry. Got food?" Jack asked, his face stretched into a smile. The doctor raised an eyebrow at the boy's odd request.
"It's a very good invention you have here." commented the doctor, taking Jack's heli-pac from one of the claws. Jack's eyes widened with fear, which the doctor saw.
"You should be proud of yourself." he continued and pressed the button that activated the rotors. He stared at the invention a while longer before using one of the claws to snap the rotors off.
"Hey! That took my ages to fix!" growled Jack, lunging at the doctor. He caught a metallic arm instead, flinging him to the side. Jack hit a crate in the corner, bringing a streak of agony on his ribs. Luckily, the arm had used the minimum amount of pressure so Jack could have been worst off.
"You didn't have to do that either!" Jack retorted, trying to get up. He finally stood up straight and cracked his back for good measure. The man winced as Jack's back gave out a massive crack.
"Please don't do that." he said and grabbed his captive with his claw again. This time Jack held back his tongue and obediently let the claw grab him. Silence followed as Jack was carried along.
"So how come you have four massive arms sticking out of your back?" asked Jack. He felt the metal arm tense as its host's shoulders stiffened.
"You wouldn't believe me." he mumbled. He set Jack down on the floor, before walking over to his desk, slumping down on his stool, before starting to rub his temples to prevent the headache coming to his head in waves.
"That's for me to decide." smirked Jack, and, sitting on an overturned crate, listened intently on the doctor's story. The man himself hesitated. The claws looked at him, opened up just a fraction, as if talking
There is nothing to be gained from this Otto hissed the claws in his mind.
But there is nothing lost he thought back
So with that he took a deep breath and told his story from the beginning.
The huge fireball fell into the icy waters, dragging all sorts of metal in with it. It was desperate to live, eating at itself to keep itself going. As soon as it was created, it was self sustaining but now that it was in the water it seemed to lose all energy it had accumilated. In one final attempt to get power, the white hot fireball expanded like a flower but then dwindled and vanished. The waters of the river soon calmed and grew still only interrupted by the frequent debris that came floating by.
After the fireball had died there was no more light to see the piers surrounding the waters, but something red was hidden beneath the murky waters. Suddenly the water's surface broke and a long, metal tentacle rose up, with its claws agape, searching the area around it with its scarlet light. Soon another three appeared and all metal arms grasped the poles of a nearby pier, hauling themselves, and a limp human shape, up onto its wooden deck. Their host gasped for air but with every breath he took, it forced him to cough up water and blood. Finally, when he got all the seawater out of his system, did he lay back down. His smart arms retracted, their claws closed and nudged him with worry.
"Did we just-"
Yes.
Otto Octavius shivered as the cold air settled around him. His smart arms sensing this, gripped the deck's wooden surface and hoisted their maker up. It was soon obvious that Otto couldn't stand without falling over. So, the arms pulled the trenchcoat around his trembling body, and using all four tentacles, clambered away in search for a safe place to spend the ni ght. Otto wanted to be in control but after those night events he was just too tired and too beaten to care.
Don't worry Otto. We will always protect you.
Jack was sitting on the edge of his crate, awed by the antics of the doctor. He whistled, very impressed
"That deserves to become a movie! Did you really do that with the clock hands?"
"Eh, yes..."
"And the whole bank theft?"
"Yes..."
"How do you feel now that you've used up all twenty five pounds of trinium?"
"What are you, a reporter?!" Doctor Octavius snapped in irratation. Jack gave him a boyish grin, swinging his legs in excitement. Doctor Octavius was actually quite surprised that someone wanted to listen to his side of events and was actually AMAZED by it and not cowering away with fear. Especially after all the murders he had commited...
"My name is Jack Spicer." smiled the boy. Otto gave him a small smile of his own.
"Doctor...Octavius." he answered, nearly giving him his name he said the world would know him by. He knew that he would probably regret it in the future but for now it did no harm. Anyway, Doctor Octopus was starting to sound silly. He knew he would have to seek some sort of revenge on the BUGLE for that...
"Good!" smirked Jack and jumped off the crate. "Now that we know each others names, how about you fill me in on the details?"
"What details?" Doctor Octavius asked, arching an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing behind his dark shades.
"You know, the things you'll do now! I mean, yes, they didn't give a second chance but I mean you saved a city! I say you go and do it again!"
"What, save the city?"
"No! Try blowing it up again!" grinned Jack. Doctor Octavius stared incrediously at the boy who wore the maniac grin and wondered if he had picked up a runaway lunatic.
"Well not really blowing it up. But make them fear you and respect you!" continued Jack.
"You've been thinking about this for a long time, haven't you?" said Doctor Octavius, with a hint of amusement in his voice. Jack tilted his head, grinning away. "Well you are right about the city and so forth." he continued, leaning his back on the wall. The claws arched around him, keeping a distance from Jack yet staring at him with as much interest as a mutated lab rat. "But what about you?"
Jack was caught slightly off guard. He propped his finger on his chin and stared into the distance for a while. Then with all the sincerity he could muster he told the truth.
"I have no idea."
Doctor Octavius gave him a look which showed Jack that he didn't believe him.
"So far in my life, I haven't met a single person who hasn't cried, begged for mercy or asked the heavens to smite them with lightning when I'm in the vicinity." smirked Doctor Octavius.
There is Spiderman...
"Let me rephrase that."
"I get the point." Jack waved off. "Well, basically, I used to live in Japan but my house got burned down by accident, so I decided to move to New York, where I can get a new job yadadada..." blabbed Jack, waving his hands in exagerrated circles. Octavius listened with interest as Jack explained how he was humiliated, hurt, both physically and mentally, tossed around before thrown in the bin like used soda cans. He sensed that Jack was being misused, treated unfairly despite whatever he did. Just like himself.
"Well you certainly have your own fair share of problems." Octavius said.
"You think?" grumbled Jack. All that had surprisingly taken alot out of him. He sat back on the crate, breathing heavily.
"How about a deal?" Jack's ears perked up to the question. He looked at the doctor with caution. All of the claws were open, their scarlet lights looking at Jack, waiting for his answer.
"It depends..." he answered slowly. Octavius smiled and straightened up.
"You stay with me and I'll help you deal with your foes and you'll deal with mine."
"Switch lives?"
To that Octavius laughed. It sounded a bit creepy since he had been deprived from society for almost three months.
"Boy, even I don't want anyone to have what happen to me, happen to them!" cried the doctor, walking towards Jack. The red-head shuffled backwards, in case Octavius was thinking of dangling him upside down.
"Well, the deal certainly sounds good..." said Jack, propping his finger on his chin again "But how about we play a little game that will decide who keeps one another. Who is cat and who is mouse. We play a game called Xiaolin Showdown..."
"Enlighten me on this game..."
The metallic arms moved in the air with slight agitation, nearly able to sense the plan up Jack Spicer's sleeve.
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