Fractured Mind

Chapter 26

It had been what, weeks? Months?

He had no way of knowing what time of the day it was. The room he was in held no windows, no clock, nothing.

Not like he cared.

But it had actually surprised him when Felicia visited him one evening and informed him that he had only been there for a week.

He had been living in hell for only a week!?

He sat on the damp ground, back against the wall, clenching his knees against himself. The rattle of keys being put into the locks outside his door informed him someone was about to come into his little room.

Instinctively, he tensed up and clutched his knees closer to himself, shutting his eyes. He retreated far into his mind, turning back time.

Holding Mary Jane against him as she playfully pushed him away.

He chuckled out loud.

The way she would look at him whenever he got home from saving the city.

The first night they kissed.

Every time she told him she loved him.

Holding his hand against her stomach and feeling their children kicking.

He gasped as he felt someone put their hand on his arm.

"It's- it's just me," said a quiet voice.

This was new. Nobody had spoken to him in here for quite some time.

He recalled how Doc Ock had tossed him in the room on the same night that he had lost everything. Peter had pounded on that door for hours, but it wouldn't budge. He had yelled himself hoarse.

Revenge had been the only thing on his mind at that time. With nothing in the room to do, he quickly began to go stir crazy.

Guilt. Regret. Anguish. Remorse. Pain.

He wanted to be with her. He needed it more than anything else in the world.

He had lost everything.

But they had kept him in this room with literally nothing. What was he supposed to do!? He wasn't given any food or water, so he knew they weren't planning on keeping him alive for long.

Several days later, he thought, Doc Ock had come back.

Peter looked up at him from the ground.

"Is it time?" Peter raised an eyebrow at him.

The man walked over to Peter and set a hand on his shoulder. He didn't even flinch.

"Not quite," he smiled, and plunged a needle into Peter's arm, "just need to run a few tests."

"Why don't you just kill me now?" he questioned, like a kid asking why the sky was blue. His question was ignored.

"Ah, that will do," Doc Ock said and pulled the needle out of his arm, with a vile full of his blood. Peter looked up and Venom was standing in the doorway.

"I have testing to do, Eddie. I need him alive," Doc Ock told him impatiently.

Venom laughed the same shrieky laugh that filled Peter's ears, "he'll still be alive when I'm done here, I just have to have a word with him."

Doc Ock narrowed his eyes at him but then nodded his head. Peter watched as he left Venom in the room, shutting the door behind him.

Venom pulled his mask back from his face and pulled out Harry's bowie knife, pacing the room. Peter's eyes followed him back and forth, when suddenly the knife was suddenly whipped at him.