A criminal. A monster. A murderer.
I am none of them.
I am all of them.
To take a path given to me by fate, or to take the path I wish to take? I have no compass to point me in the correct direction, and the unforgiving streets of Manehattan draw me no closer to choosing.
The music taunts me.
My mind haunts me.
These four extra metal limbs are my tools to escape both, yet keep me enchained in both.
I am Octavia, first chair cellist, and upstanding member of society.
I am Doctor Octave, criminal mastermind, ruled by only greed and hate.
I am neither. I am simply me.
(WIP Notice: Need some help with this. preferably someone who has more knowledge in the marvel universe )
24th Jun 2012
22nd Jul 2012