Twin Hybrid

(Chapter1: Osborn Exposed)

DBR © characters not marvel. Harry Osborn, Otto Octavius, Spiderman © Marvel.

The interviewees wait on the next question, not knowing what to expect. Swiftly, a lean teenager stands; her short, shaggy mahogany hair faced the audience. Shocked by her boldness to stand and walk to the front of the stage, their eyes bulged. "Hello. Do you have a conscience?"

The interviewees stuttered, "Um, I think I have one."

"Me too."

"Don't play dumb! You run a corrupt organization."

The crowd cheered. Bursts of laughter erupted.

"Corrupt?"

"C-o-r-r-u-p-t as in selling stocks from companies you forced to go under, mistreating brilliant scientist such as Octavius, demanding your workers have the worst union and pump it full of spies to silence the masses…"

"Is that all? Or do you have any other questions?"

She noticed her microphone was being pulled away. "Stop that! I'd liked to continue to expose this organization!"

"The only 'exposure' you'll get is that we forgot to donate to charity last year."

She yanks the microphone away and runs on stage. The noise of cheers grew louder.

"What about Tritium? Why is it that it's so hard to come by? What about other super computers that only your company is allowed to invest in? That's not fair to New York's companies. You're monopolizing on the technology field!"

"All companies have the same opportunity. The world needs to know why you are the top technology company in New York. What if I fill you in-black markets, bribes, missed taxed forms, lawsuits, un-filed safety sanctions---"

"No, no we don't miss the forms. Look, um, um, other companies still exist that um, are allowed to compete with us."

A loud voice bellowed in the distance. "Security!"

"Others would like to ask questions."

She turned to the crowd. "Who wants me to ask more questions?"

They cheered louder.

"Wow, you're a great reporter. Wow.."

Another laughed, "But-but, we have no secrets that are that interesting."

"Oscorp is getting money from very dangerous, very secretive providers to fund the Alloy Initiative. For everyone watching, if you want to know how dangerous Oscorp is, you'll go to yeah--"

"Let me finish!"

"Thanks…" the security guards moved to the front of the room.

"You have no soul! And you have no soul! And Oscorp makes me sick!" She pointed to each of them as Security whisked her away.

"Shut off the camera!" One interviewee stated while he dialed numbers on his phone. "Mr. Osborn, we have a problem."

Cheers invaded the large room as the two interviewees still shocked, wondered if it was a prank. Mr. Osborn wasn't one to set up jokes.

A quick thud pricked their ears, as the guards now were sprawled on the floor.

"Osborn Operations On Close Watch."

The paper read from J. Jonah Jameson's hot little hands.

He sneered happily. "I know that kid couldn't properly run his dad's business. He's probably had thugs working for him all this time. That's why it takes intelligence to run a company. He should have sold the business not let his dimwit son take care of it."

He sipped his coffee slowly as a package of photos was handed to him. He nodded at Betty.

"Can't Parker give me these? Where is he?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "He said he couldn't make it. He asked a friend to give them to me, to give to you."

"Spiderman is old news. This insane young rebel likes causing trouble. I admire her fight-the-power mentality. What should I call her?"

As he leapt into thought, a black shadow passed his window quickly. His coffee cup fell from his mouth to the desk spilling coffee on the paper. "Blah! What the heck was that? Don't tell me, it's a window-washer on skates?"

He shot from his chair to look out side. The shadow moved slowly from the edge of the building, then around the corner.

"Weirdoes. Why does this city have so many weirdoes?"

Around the corner, two tentacles approach the shadow as a familiar foe spoke. "What did it say?"

The female shadow spoke, "What do you think? I've made the news."

She remained in the hiding place.

The tentacles wrap around each other, "Good that will keep me out of the news. It's time to go back to the lab."

The female voice wined, "For how long?"

The left appendage slammed the roof, "For one more day. You then can go to school and make friends. Just don't trust anyone, like morons do."

The shadowy lady folded her arms. "Yes, sir."