Twin Hybrid

Ch6 ( A Devious Plot )

Aqua Arachnia stared at the object. It almost eerily stared back. What was creepier—talking tentacles in your mind or some unknown metal creation of unknown power?

She took off the bottom of her mask and kissed the glass. "You are so what I have been looking for. Daddy will be proud to have whatever technology made you.Hmm…should I use tongs?"

She looked around the lab for any papers. It was obvious that they do not leave highly important documents in plain site. "Now what do I do? The probability of the papers being in out in the opening is preposterous."

Aqua Arachnia glanced at the one file cabinet. She saw a small space to which it was still open. "All the chances in the world could have never been any better than this," Arachnia mentioned as she pulled the drawer open. The Alloy Project stood out in bold letters.

"Tiny computers in liquid metal of an unknown origin…highly intelligent A.I….for new mechanical limbs…mechanical limbs? Liquid limbs? What is he making?"

The object slimed its way up the wall. It's color changed to black, then to orange. Arachnia turned her head to see it crawling on the glass cage. She approached it with the manual. "--Armed to attack if the codes are not stated correctly—that's nice to know. Ok, here it goes, 1-2-4-5-Alloy Initiate----Default Travel Mode On."

The strange object slithered to the ground into a flat rectangular looking disk with a pink glowing center. The motor-like noise hummed lower until it was quiet. The glass raised upward slowly as she approached the object no smaller than a credit card.

So small, yet so powerful.

How could this be?

"Steal from the rich to give to the intelligent like me and dad, sounds poetic in a way, huh?" She grabbed the object with her hand and placed in a dark pouch and attached it around her waist. It was nearly four in the morning before she was able to leave the way out. Her supervising mentor noticed aqua Arachnia from afar as she swung off into the chilly night sky.

Ock clapped his hands a few time at her accomplishment. "She's a real octopus in training."

Harry finally awoke a few hours later, smelling cigar smoke when he did come to. The cloudy haze over his eyes was not due to what happened to him. He coughed and saw through the thick mist someone familiar. Ock set down his cigar, putting it out. This cleared the features for Harry.

"Otto? What are you doing here? Oh, right, must have been another night bourbon."

"Actually Harry, I believe we already had this chat. I never knew you were famous for your fainting-spells as well." He humored himself as a tentacle brought Harry a bottle of Advil.

"I'll pass. Thanks for the concern. What exactly—how exactly---how can you be alive?"

"If you don't mind, I'll be asking you questions."

"Fine. I have to get to my business trip in--" looked at his clock, "---a few hours. What do you want to know? I haven't bought Tritium in a while. It's been like a bad luck charm."

"Has Peter and Mary Jane married?"

"Yeah, a while since you were gone. I'd like to know why it matters."

He rubbed his chin. "What about any offspring?"

Harry chuckled as he stood up. A tentacle grabbed his waist helping him up. "Do you always talk like that?"

Ock's brows were moved from their resting place. " I don't see a problem with how I talk. Well, is there any offspring?" The lower right tentacle squealed in his ear. Harry stopped his laughter and cleared his throat with Ock being in his face.

"Of course. It would be easy for you to read the paper to find out."

Ock turned from him then whispered, "Dead men can't read." A smirk sprung from his face.

"What do you plan to do? Do you plan to kidnap the kid?"

"Do I look that petty? I have major issues to attend to and that is below me."

Harry stuttered. "If-if- you want to um, get rid of Peter, I uh, could help."

Two of the top tentacles stared at Harry's face. The bottom tentacle unwound itself from Harry's waist. Ock stood in thought, often turning to the other tentacles as counselors, more like his masters. Harry observed the common oddity that Octavius possessed. He waved his hand infront of his face.

Slam!

A tentacle grabbed his wrist. "Don't ever do that again. Save that for waving goodbye to your friends." Ock soon let go as Harry rubbed his sore hand.

"Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea. I do however, have a better plan."

Harry shook his head as Octavuis winced at his insulting response, "You don't think I have the mental capacity to do this? Harry, I think I remember you vividly saying that you'd like to 'spit on my dead corpse.' Just try to spit on a live octopus." Ottos' tentacles hissed and arched in the air over Harry's head. Harry Osborn took a step back from his approach and realized his rude words.

"I take whatever I said back."

"I don't easily accept apologies. I will accept this one to move on to other questions. Do you know where they live?"

"They moved from Peter's apartment to a small home on a hill, not far from here. I can give you the address."

"Please do give me address. Don't worry you can think over your plan to get rid of Parker once I'm done with my plan."

"Which is?" Sweat dripped down Harry's forehead. An arm blotted Harry's head with a tissue.

"Ha. You think I'm going to tell you. Not every evil genius gives away his secrets. Besides, even If I did tell you. Noone would believe your psycho babble after you've had enough alcohol for ten people."

The sun's pink rays were stretching out wide into the horizon as Floe butted Ock on the shoulder. He turned to look. "Yes, I know."

Harry shook his head, acknowledging the fact that wires are intertwined with his brain which made him almost as one with the computers. To much of being 'one' with them was scary to him.

"Well, I must be going." Otto grabbed the note out of his hand. Harry just stared. He wasn't show giving Otto anything else was a good idea.

"Something wrong Harry?" Otto smirked. "Don't tell me that you are still in shock." He paused for a second. " Is it about Peter? Can it be that you have not outgrown the inner coward?"

Harry stood in the same way he was before. The expression on his face never changed.

"Bye Harry." Otto pulled own his glasses and gave a small salute and chuckled madly. His tentacles slide slowly on the polished floor and then Octavius was out the window and gone.