Hi. This is my first Fan-Fic and I've been working really hard on it. This
is just the Prologue, and it's kinda short, but the chapters will get
longer, I promise.
Prologue
A figure walked down the street in the darkness of the night. She was headed for the cemetery. She walked slowly, remembering all the events that have happened in the past week. The horror. The evil cackling still fresh in her mind. The cries of pain from so many people that she knew. The fires all around her, as the menacing figure hovered closer and closer to her, laughing his evil laugh. She never wanted to hear it again, but she knew that she would have to sooner or later. She arrived at the cemetery and walked past old and moldy gravestones, until se came to the one she was looking for. New and fresh, it was the tombstone for the one man she had thought about most that week. Mary Jane Watson fell to her knees and started to sob, as she did every time she had visited Peter Parkers grave. Her whole life had fallen apart that fateful day. She was silent for a moment, her eyes closed. Suddenly, they snapped back open when she heard the humming of the one thing she feared the most. She looked up to see the Hob Goblin, menacing and evil in his black and orange cloak, with the same helmet that the Green Goblin had worn before he had died. He stood on the same glider as the Green Goblin, as well. He cackled and pulled a bomb from the bat-like glider. Mary Jane watched in horror as he threw it into the air.
Prologue
A figure walked down the street in the darkness of the night. She was headed for the cemetery. She walked slowly, remembering all the events that have happened in the past week. The horror. The evil cackling still fresh in her mind. The cries of pain from so many people that she knew. The fires all around her, as the menacing figure hovered closer and closer to her, laughing his evil laugh. She never wanted to hear it again, but she knew that she would have to sooner or later. She arrived at the cemetery and walked past old and moldy gravestones, until se came to the one she was looking for. New and fresh, it was the tombstone for the one man she had thought about most that week. Mary Jane Watson fell to her knees and started to sob, as she did every time she had visited Peter Parkers grave. Her whole life had fallen apart that fateful day. She was silent for a moment, her eyes closed. Suddenly, they snapped back open when she heard the humming of the one thing she feared the most. She looked up to see the Hob Goblin, menacing and evil in his black and orange cloak, with the same helmet that the Green Goblin had worn before he had died. He stood on the same glider as the Green Goblin, as well. He cackled and pulled a bomb from the bat-like glider. Mary Jane watched in horror as he threw it into the air.