My Partner in Crime

Author's note: This is based on the Spider-man movie universe (although I have altered it a bit, but then that's why it's called Fan Fiction) and comes from my crazy mind so take this story with a grain of salt and enjoy! ^_^ This is written from the Green Goblin/Norman's point of view and begins in the first scene at Oscorp when Osborn and Stromm are showing the general and others the glider, etc.

Back to formula? Pah, that moron Dr. Stromm, how dare he say that, didn't he know how close Oscorp was to loosing our contract with the U.S. Government to Quest Aerospace? I stared at him blankly for a moment before speaking. "Back to formula?" I muttered, before turning back to the others.

"Gentlemen! Let me assure you that we will have a final and working product for you very soon." I said, giving them my most convincing smile. They didn't seem to be buying it though, that's when I decided drastic measures would have to be taken...I'd have to test the formula out myself. As the governmental group walked away I sighed mentally, I knew the formula was ready, sure it would have a few bugs in it...but all things do in the beginning! I was sure it was fine just the way it was and I would prove it to those other non-believers.

Later that night...

As I prepared to drink the formula we'd put so much research in, I couldn't help but be nervous and excited all at the same time. Finally, I'd show them all that they should stick with Oscorp and I'd get to see all my hard work in action. I held the tiny bottle in my hand, staring at it for a moment, Dr. Stromm watching close by. "All these years of human evolution and we've barely even tapped the vessel of our potential..." I said quietly, before turning up the bottle and draining the all the liquid. It was cold as ice yet burned a bit at the same time as it slid down my throat. Forcing back a gag, I removed my shirt and lay down onto the table, where Stromm strapped me down and prepared to place me in the gas chamber. I shivered slightly; "It's cold..."

Before I knew it, the table was moving and I was locked in the chamber, no turning back now...I watched Stromm as he readied the equipment and soon the entire chamber was filled with a thick, green gas. I gasped slightly, I felt like I was suffocating, as the gas surrounded me I gasped for air. That's when I blacked out. I don't know what happened after that.

A.N.: If typing is in italics it means it is the Goblin talking. I thought that was the best way to get inside Norman's head and help you figure out if Gobby or Norman was talking. ^_^

Oh but I do...that was the fateful night when I, Norman's greatest creation, the Green Goblin, was born! That idiot Stromm revived Norman...me...and I knew I had to make him pay for what he'd said earlier. "Back to formula?" I growled, clasping one hand around the old man's neck and flinging him back through the glass. He landed on a table full of lab supplies and was almost instantly killed. I broke free of the cuffs that had been holding me back before hopping out of the gas chamber and taking in a deep breath. Time for the fun to begin....heh heh heh!

"Dad! Dad are you alright?!" I could hear the voice of my son, Harry, as I awoke from a groggy sleep. It took me a minute to get my vision back to normal but as soon as I did I saw I was lying on the floor in my office...must've had too much to drink last night. "W-what happened?" I asked, pulling myself up onto a near by couch.

"Mr. Osborn!" The voice of one of my employees shouted, as a group of them entered my office. Harry stood up, glaring slightly at the guests. "My father's not feeling well...if you could please come back." He didn't have time to finish; the lady in the group shoved past him and handed me a newspaper. "Dr. Stromm's been killed." she said, as I glanced over the paper.

"Killed? But how?" I asked, running a hand through my hair...I could feel a headache coming on. I looked wearily up at her as the answer came.

"He was murdered sir...and the glider...it's been stolen."

For the rest of the day, I decided it was best if I took the day off, just to rest, I wasn't feeling like myself anyhow. Probably just a mild hangover from all the alcohol I don't remember consuming. I kept having these weird flashbacks all day...of some strange green creature that looked oddly familiar, but I wasn't sure why. I glanced over the paper again and read the headlines, reading over and over again the article about Stromm's murder. It seemed surreal...like it shouldn't be happening. Screw the hangover, I needed a drink. I walked over to a large table, which housed a good amount of liquor. I poured myself a shot of whiskey and downed it quickly, before tossing the paper onto my desk as I took a seat behind it. That's when I saw the headline...'U.S. Government to sign contract with Quest Aerospace' Our competition...I could feel the rage welling up inside of me...after all I'd put myself through those fools were still going to sign a contract with Quest?! No...I certainly wouldn't stand for that. But what could I really do about it?

"What indeed. What a silly question Osborn! Leave that to me, I'll make them pay, I'll make them all pay!"

I started slightly and looked around the large office. "Who...who said that? Someone here?" I asked shakily, looking for a sign of anyone and listening for an answer. However, one never came. I laughed, shaking my head. "God I'm loosing it..." I muttered, glancing out my window as I watched the sun setting. I can't remember much after that.

Of course you can't! That's when I took over, I forced Osborn to dawn the metallic green suit and mask before walking over to admire myself in a large mirror. Damn...I have to admit, I did look good in that suit! The glider wasn't far away. Pressing a small button on the sleeve of my outfit, it started on it's own and hovered over to me. I hoped on, giving a low, evil chuckle as I flung open the bay windows and flew out into the dark night.

"And we are go for takeoff...in 5,4,3,2,1..." the pilot working for Quest Aerospace looked curiously at his radar screen from inside his large, astronaut looking flight suit as he rose into the air. "There's an unidentified object on the radar...it looks sort of like..."

"Ah hahahahaha!" An evil laughter rang out through the night air and the young pilot looked nervously up, only to be blown up soon afterwards.

I smiled sinisterly from underneath my mask, admiring my handiwork on the pilot before turning on the barrack full of government officials and Quest Aerospace employees. Producing another pumpkin bomb, I gave another cruel laugh before flinging it their way. I hightailed it out of there as the building exploded behind me. "So much for Quest and their brilliant scheme to steal my contract..." I chuckled as I shot off into the night, leaving nothing but a load of dust, debris, and death behind me.

Meanwhile, back at Oscorp...

The chemical cleaning crew had been sent in to make sure the lab Stromm was murdered in was free of any harmful chemicals. That's when they sent in Marian. She was a young girl, around 28 in age. Marian was an attractive girl, but not in the conventional way, she was an intelligent sort of attractive. Her blonde hair was pulled neatly back into a tight bun and she wore oval shaped, thin rimmed glasses, which were currently placed, atop her head. She was dressed in the normal garb for an Oscorp employee, a long white lab coat and an identification badge, along with khaki colored pants and a white shirt. Marian sighed, surveying the room in front of her, shaking her head slightly. "Just because I'm new around here doesn't mean I should be subjected to this! I'm a lab tech not a janitor!" she muttered to herself as she began to gather up a mess of papers and place them in a neat stack. "It's not my fault the cleaning crews quit after this disaster..." she said, placing a beaker, that had been turned on it's side, upright.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a tray full of the same formula Norman Osborn had had to drink just a few days earlier. She walked slowly over, picking up one of the bottles and examining it for a bit before popping the top off and sniffing it. "Hmm...I wonder..." she knew she shouldn't, she really did, but she was curious and she figured a tiny bit wouldn't hurt. Lifting the glass to her lips, she tipped it back and took a small sip, well larger than she intended but not as much as Norman had to drink. "Blech! That's horrible!" she said, pulling a face and quickly placing the bottle back where she found it. "I really ought to get back to work..."

As she turned around to get the broom, she felt a whoosh of air fly by her legs. "What the..." she raised a thin eyebrow, turning around to see what had caused the movement. Almost instantly, she spotted none other her superior's young son, Andy. "Andy! What are you doing in here?!" she gasped, rushing over to the boy to shoo him out. "You shouldn't be in here; your father would kill you and me both if he found out where you were!" she said, gently pushing him towards the door.

"Yea but my father doesn't know." Andy said, sticking his tongue out and wriggling out of Marian's grasp.

Marian sighed, placing a hand to her forehead and leaning her elbows against the countertop. "Why me?" she whispered, before standing upright once more. "Just don't get into any trouble alright?" she said to Andy, knowing that he wouldn't leave no matter what she said.

She started sweeping up broken bits of glass into a small pile, ignoring Andy as she worked. *I really hope I'm getting paid overtime for this...* she thought, as she swept the bits of glass into a dust collector pan before discarding the glass into a waste bin.

Meanwhile, Andy was having a blast playing around on the computer, he really didn't know what he was doing actually, not that he really cared. He was the spoiled brat sort, who never listened to anything anyone said, save his father who always bribed him. He grinned mischievously as he pressed button after button on the computer which ran everything that went on in this particular lab.

That's when the gas started coming, it leaked out of the original gas chamber, as the glass had been shattered earlier, and started to fill the room. Andy quickly noticed this and made his way out of the room quietly, not wanting to get in trouble. Besides...he figured Marian would fix it later and everything would be fine.

The young lab tech continued to clean for a little while longer before the strange odor of the gas reached her nose. She dropped the broom as she turned to face the chaotic scene in front of her. "Oh! What happened...how did....Andy..." she growled, narrowing her eyes slightly. "I knew I shouldn't have let him stay in here!" she said as she ran over to the computer, frantically trying to make the gas stop flowing. The room was now filled with a thick amount of the dangerous green gas. She began hacking, it was suffocating in there and the gas seemed relentless! *Think Marian think!* she thought, taking a deep breath (which was mostly gas) and forcing herself to slowly reverse the process. Eventually the gases stopped but Marian knew she had to get out of there. She waved her arms about, causing the remaining gas fumes to move about a bit so she could see her way to the door better. Once she reached the exit, she stumbled out, coughing and gasping for real air.

If anyone found out about this she'd be fired for sure and she didn't want to loose her first job after graduating from graduate school. She stumbled into the currently empty employees lounge and slumped down into a chair, sinking lower and lower in it as she slowly drifted off into an unwilling sleep, complete with nightmares.