AN-This is sort of an AU story, taking place in the future. The next Osborn
in the future starts following in his great great great grandfather,
Norman's; his great great grandfather, Harry's; and his great grandfather,
Normie's footsteps. There was a gap for two generations in the Goblin
legacy, now there is a new Goblin. But is he to take the villainous path
like his predecessors, or is he to be New York's newest hero?
Origin - part one
New York City in the year 2130 was run down, dirty and dependent on crime. Children as young as nine robbing stores, masked maniacs shooting people in the streets and many more unbelievable things. The police barely have power. They try, God knows, they try, but there are too many crimes to catch.
The figure leaning against the side of a store was thinking this himself. This world just went further and further down the drain. A cop car pulled up beside the figure and called out, "Hey, aren't you that Brooks boy?"
The young teenager turned and gave the cop a look as if to say, 'Don't you dare call me that again!'
"Sorry," the cop said, "Osborn boy?"
The boy closed his eyes and sighed, "Yea that's me."
"You know, you're out kind of late."
The 'Osborn boy' didn't respond.
"Hop in, I have to take you home."
He got into the backseat, shut the door and leaned his forehead against on the window. The cop moved his worried eyes to the rear view mirror and saw the depressed youngster. He shook his head and continued to his home.
"Leo!" his mother exclaimed as he walked in, "Oh my God! What happened?"
"Nothing, ma'am." The cop said with a smile, "Just brought him home for you."
"I'm going to my room." Leo said and walked upstairs, but paused when around the corner to eavesdrop.
"Any change in him?" The policeman asked.
"No." the father replied approaching, "There's still no change at all."
"We knew the Osborns before they died," the mother explained, "Leo used to be a happy child. Now that he's with us, he's been so-" her voice faded off and she dropped her head.
"I know this is about his father." Mr. Brooks continued, "Leo believes he was murdered a few month ago by his old business partner."
"No one can prove that." The cop sighed sadly. "Norman was murdered by a nameless thug."
"And his poor mother died only a few years before that with that incurable cancer." The father added.
Mrs. Brooks began to sob, "I just wish we could make him feel better some how."
As they continued their conversation, Leo locked himself in his room and went to bed.
The morning broke and Leo woke to get ready for school. He attired in loose fitting jeans and a bare chest covered by a leather jacket. His brownish- red hair was styled and spiked and he carried a half-empty backpack on his back. He went down the stairs, refused to eat the breakfast Mrs. Brooks made for him and walked out. At the front of the school, Leo counted about twelve couples making out, three fights and countless drinking alcohol in some unmarked sports bottles.
Leo filed himself along with the nonchalant, unsociable types. He only had one true friend who greeted him as he approached.
"Hey, Leo."
"Hi Mickey." He replied to the small, blue-eyed, brown-haired girl. Her real name was Michelle, but everyone called her Mickey for short. Mickey didn't seem like the kind of girl that would have just one solitary friend. Mickey was a caring, out-going girl. She looked more like she belonged on the cheerleading squad with a large number of friends and a large number of envious youngsters. Mickey and Leo have been friends since middle school. In art class, Leo had spilled a bottle of red paint and everyone in the class laughed at him, except Mickey. She got on her hands and knees and helped clean it up. Ever since then, they've been friends.
"Where were you all last night? I tried to call." She said stretching herself across a picnic table.
"Just wandering around, thinking." He replied.
"Thinking? About what?"
Leo thought a moment and cracked a half smile, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
"You know, you've been really depressed lately." Mickey said sitting up, "Is everything okay?"
"Yea, just thinking about my dad."
"You know, Leo, there's nothing you can do. Even if Daniel Carwright killed your father, you can't prove anything."
"I know!" Leo growled, "The guy just makes me sick."
After school, Leo headed home. Mrs. Brooks had fallen asleep on the couch watching the news. Mr. Brooks was at work. Leo glanced at the news cast and did a double take when he noticed Daniel Carwright on the screen.
"Daniel Carwright," the newscaster announced, "A name well known in Osborn Chemical. He has shown his leadership and his future success." Daniel began to speak, "I now know the rigors of owning a business and I now know I can handle them on my own. I'm just sorry my poor old partner, Norman Osborn, had to pass at this time. Our business is skyrocketing!"
Leo clenched his fist at the lying man as the newscaster continued, "Due to his recent discoveries, Carwright is following exactly in his partner's footprints. He is also changing the name Osborn Chemical to Carwright Chemical."
Leo's fist was so tight, he could feel his fingernails dig deep into his palm. His face was red and hot with anger.
"That's it!" he grumbled to himself, "I'm finally going to give Carwright a piece of my mind!"
To be continued
Next chapter- Origin part two
Origin - part one
New York City in the year 2130 was run down, dirty and dependent on crime. Children as young as nine robbing stores, masked maniacs shooting people in the streets and many more unbelievable things. The police barely have power. They try, God knows, they try, but there are too many crimes to catch.
The figure leaning against the side of a store was thinking this himself. This world just went further and further down the drain. A cop car pulled up beside the figure and called out, "Hey, aren't you that Brooks boy?"
The young teenager turned and gave the cop a look as if to say, 'Don't you dare call me that again!'
"Sorry," the cop said, "Osborn boy?"
The boy closed his eyes and sighed, "Yea that's me."
"You know, you're out kind of late."
The 'Osborn boy' didn't respond.
"Hop in, I have to take you home."
He got into the backseat, shut the door and leaned his forehead against on the window. The cop moved his worried eyes to the rear view mirror and saw the depressed youngster. He shook his head and continued to his home.
"Leo!" his mother exclaimed as he walked in, "Oh my God! What happened?"
"Nothing, ma'am." The cop said with a smile, "Just brought him home for you."
"I'm going to my room." Leo said and walked upstairs, but paused when around the corner to eavesdrop.
"Any change in him?" The policeman asked.
"No." the father replied approaching, "There's still no change at all."
"We knew the Osborns before they died," the mother explained, "Leo used to be a happy child. Now that he's with us, he's been so-" her voice faded off and she dropped her head.
"I know this is about his father." Mr. Brooks continued, "Leo believes he was murdered a few month ago by his old business partner."
"No one can prove that." The cop sighed sadly. "Norman was murdered by a nameless thug."
"And his poor mother died only a few years before that with that incurable cancer." The father added.
Mrs. Brooks began to sob, "I just wish we could make him feel better some how."
As they continued their conversation, Leo locked himself in his room and went to bed.
The morning broke and Leo woke to get ready for school. He attired in loose fitting jeans and a bare chest covered by a leather jacket. His brownish- red hair was styled and spiked and he carried a half-empty backpack on his back. He went down the stairs, refused to eat the breakfast Mrs. Brooks made for him and walked out. At the front of the school, Leo counted about twelve couples making out, three fights and countless drinking alcohol in some unmarked sports bottles.
Leo filed himself along with the nonchalant, unsociable types. He only had one true friend who greeted him as he approached.
"Hey, Leo."
"Hi Mickey." He replied to the small, blue-eyed, brown-haired girl. Her real name was Michelle, but everyone called her Mickey for short. Mickey didn't seem like the kind of girl that would have just one solitary friend. Mickey was a caring, out-going girl. She looked more like she belonged on the cheerleading squad with a large number of friends and a large number of envious youngsters. Mickey and Leo have been friends since middle school. In art class, Leo had spilled a bottle of red paint and everyone in the class laughed at him, except Mickey. She got on her hands and knees and helped clean it up. Ever since then, they've been friends.
"Where were you all last night? I tried to call." She said stretching herself across a picnic table.
"Just wandering around, thinking." He replied.
"Thinking? About what?"
Leo thought a moment and cracked a half smile, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
"You know, you've been really depressed lately." Mickey said sitting up, "Is everything okay?"
"Yea, just thinking about my dad."
"You know, Leo, there's nothing you can do. Even if Daniel Carwright killed your father, you can't prove anything."
"I know!" Leo growled, "The guy just makes me sick."
After school, Leo headed home. Mrs. Brooks had fallen asleep on the couch watching the news. Mr. Brooks was at work. Leo glanced at the news cast and did a double take when he noticed Daniel Carwright on the screen.
"Daniel Carwright," the newscaster announced, "A name well known in Osborn Chemical. He has shown his leadership and his future success." Daniel began to speak, "I now know the rigors of owning a business and I now know I can handle them on my own. I'm just sorry my poor old partner, Norman Osborn, had to pass at this time. Our business is skyrocketing!"
Leo clenched his fist at the lying man as the newscaster continued, "Due to his recent discoveries, Carwright is following exactly in his partner's footprints. He is also changing the name Osborn Chemical to Carwright Chemical."
Leo's fist was so tight, he could feel his fingernails dig deep into his palm. His face was red and hot with anger.
"That's it!" he grumbled to himself, "I'm finally going to give Carwright a piece of my mind!"
To be continued
Next chapter- Origin part two