Forgiven
AN: This is my saddest story ever. R&R Please.
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SEPTEMBER 12, 2001
I can't believe what has happened. My chaotic insanity has perished, along with any joy I have. The world seems so terrible now. No one would stoop this low.
I could've.
Why? Why did I ever think destruction was a good idea? Why did anyone else? Greed. Greed for power. I didn't want to think about what was wrong with me. No one does. But they have to sooner or later. I did. And I cared.
I'm giving up on everything but life. I only have one thing left to do. Find Spider-Man and apologize. I'm probably not gonna be forgiven.
SEPTEMBER 13, 2001 (3rd person POV)
Norman mounted onto his glider. He didn't feel the need to give a maniacal laugh. He couldn't see the need to laugh about anything. Or smile. He felt empty now. He took off towards Forest Hills.
Meanwhile, Peter Parker was staring at the ceiling of his room. He hadn't gotten up for anything except to eat and use the bathroom. He felt as though he had betrayed 9000 people at once. He wished it was a dream. He knew it wasn't. He turned his head, hoping Jesus would come and say it never happened or something, and looked at the window.
A bird was flying towards his window. But it wasn't a bird; there was a person on it. Then it hit him. That was the goblin glider. The Goblin wasn't on, Norman was.
He had a look of pure desolation upon him. "I've realized the anger I've caused. The sadness. The destruction. After Tuesday, I decided to apologize." He extended his arm. "I'm sorry."
Peter thought about what he was being asked for. Forgiveness? After he killed Gwen? Peter realized that one person was not everything. There was 9000+ people that died or got injured because of Osama bin Laden. He promised he would get revenge. Norman could help.
Peter gave Norman a warm, forgiving handshake and said, "Forgiven."