AN: Okay, I started another story because I was a little bored while writing my Lupin one ha-ha. Well, that and I LOVE Willem Dafoe, so I had to make a Spider man story.

Warning: This is rated M for my OCs cussing in this chapter and later chapters and I MIGHT, though I doubt it, put a lemon or two later on. Oh, yeah, and there's yaoi.

Disclaimer: This goes for every chapter I write of this story. I do not own Spider-man or any of its characters. They belong to Stan Lee… though I WISH I could own Willem Dafoe. Oh well.

The Next Villain

Chapter one:

"Hello?" A man called out, tapping the young boy on the shoulder from where he sat in the ally way. "Are you alright?" The man asked, though worry wasn't in his tone.

The young boy groaned, his eyes fluttering open. "What?" His voice was hoarse as if he had been screaming or hadn't used it in a long while. "W-where am I?"

"New York, in an ally way…" The man said, kneeling before the boy.

"You okay… what's you're name, boy?"

"I'm…" The boy started, stopping to think with a look of confusion plastered onto his face. "I… I don't know.

Flash Back:

A white hot searing pain shot through the young boys' body as the cool white liquid that filled the syringe was slowly injected into his arm. Screams of agony filled the quiet room along with clanking metal from the boy pulling at his restraints that held him down to the cool metal table.

What felt like years of unimaginable pain and torture was, in actual, mere seconds. The injection finished, along with the pain, allowing the boy to writhe around in the aftermath of what he had just felt. Every movement brought a sense that he was lit aflame, his breathing bringing a sense of being stabbed to his lungs. After a minute or so, the pain slowly began to ebb away, though the boys' chest rose and fell frantically to match his breathing.

A small chuckle could be heard, making the boys head snap in that direction, having his full attention.

"Good, good…" A man started, the sounds of pages flipping and a pen scribbling something down was soon followed. "This one didn't die."

A wave of panic hit the boy full on, the restraints stopping him from ripping off his blindfold; something dearly wished he could do. They added to the unknown of the situation, only making his fear increase. The only he could do was talk, though he preferred screaming.

"Where am I?!" The boy yelled hoarsely, his throat aching from his previous screaming. "What did you do to me! Who are you!?" He yelled, lolling his head from side to side, hoping to move his blindfold even if just a little bit to catch a glimpse of the man. No such luck.

The man chuckled to the boys' right. "Well, I won't tell you where you are… as for what we did…" The man trailed off, the boy swearing he could feel the triumph radiating off of him. "We injected you—

"No shit." The boy interrupted with a low growl.

"As, I was saying…" The man coughed, obviously ticked that he had been interrupted, "We injected you with a special serum that that will possibly make you much faster, stronger, and smarter than any human every thought they could be!" The man exclaimed, making it clear that he was in fact proud of himself.

'Proud that he kidnapped and experimented on a human…' The boys' mind growled.

"Your senses should be greater than any animals and your reflexes should be phenomenal within the next two days… or…" He trailed off with a small cough.

"Or what?!" The boy demanded, worry hinting in his voice.

"Or… it will cause severe pain before killing you… much worse than what you felt while injecting it."

"What!? The boy screamed, thrashing around, his voice dripping with anger. His movement ceased when a swift backhand hit him across the face.

"Now, now… you should rest, I don't want you to over exert yourself right after the injection. "Time to go sleepy bye." The man cooed, beginning to hold a mask to the boys' face, though he swiftly turned his head to the side.

"No!" The boy cried, but a firm grip on his chin moved his head back and place and held it there while the mask was placed over his nose and mouth. "You fucking… prick…" The boy trailed off as the gasses that were slowly being pumped into his system put him into a deep sleep.

One week later:

"I-I don't understand…" A woman said flipping through the sleeping boys' charts. "There's no difference in his intelligence, strength… nothing." She concluded looking up towards the man who had experimented on the boy. "Other than the malnutrition… it's as if he's exactly the same as when we first picked him up off the street."

"I see…" The man sighed in disappointment, he wanted his serum to work this time, but it seemed he had struck out once again. "Well it seems that the boy is useless to us… erase his memory and make sure it's as if he never existed, remove any knowledge and records of him… then… I want you to dump Anton off somewhere in New York."

End Flashback

Anton rubbed his head as he looked up at the man who had woken him up n the ally way. "I don't know my name…"

The man, Norman Osborn, looked slightly worried now and offered his hand to Anton, who took unsteadily, helping the boy to his feet. "I was on my way back from a meeting… why don't I help you to a hospital, we can walk there and maybe that will help you jog your memory." Norman offered, not knowing just why he was feeling so… nice. There was just something about the boy that seemed different, but not in a bad way.

"Yeah, that—"Before the boy could finish, he passed out, falling only to be caught by Norman, who cursed aloud.

"Crap he's in bad shape…" Norman pointed out, slinging one of Anton's arms around his shoulder as he hauled him up, starting to walk towards his home. It was only a few minutes away, so Norman didn't really mind, he'd rather have the boy there than at a hospital now, knowing that he could get the best of doctors.

Later:

Norman sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. A doctor had come by and looked at him, telling him that the boy had amnesia, not that Norman couldn't figure that one out, and severe malnutrition. 'No wonder the boy was so light…' He thought with yet another sigh as he looked over at the bed from where he sat across the room in a chair.

The doctor also said that there was something different about the boy, though he couldn't figure it out quite yet, though he would get back to Norman if he figured it out, though the doctor said it wasn't very likely.

Norman had managed to get the boy up once a few hours ago and made him eat a little bit of broth and some crackers, nothing too big just in case if he couldn't hold it down, but other than that it's been nothing but sleep for Anton.

Another thing that striked him as odd was that he had managed to get a hold of a buddy of his and give him finger prints of Anton… but nothing came up. They checked every type of records too. From crime wise to medical wise and nothing came up. It was as if the boy never existed. Norman offered to take care of him until anything could be found out, and his friend said that was fine, because they didn't even know who the boy was, Norman's friend couldn't really say no.

As worried as he was, for some reason, this piqued Norman's interest. He had sensed something different about the boy, as well as the doctor, and found out that it was as if the boy was never born! He knew that something other than malnutrition had happened, and the Green Goblin within him agreed to keep him around to see who he was and what he is capable of. Hell, he thought, the boy may turn out to have powers like that spider freak. Though, he doubted that.

Just as Norman was about to get up, ready to tuck himself away into his own bed, Anton stirred, letting out a small groan. "You awake?" Norman asked, standing and walking over towards the bed.

Anton sat up slowly, rubbing his head. "I think… I think my name is Anton." Anton slowly looked away from the wall he was staring at after saying that to meet Norman's gaze.

To Be Continued……

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