An: Well, here it is another chapter for you guys. You know, I enjoy writin' this, but I get very sad when I see the hits go up… and the reviews stay at zero.

Oh, yeah, and I know the title sucks. I couldn't think of anything else.

Warning: Still rated M fer cussing… blah blah fricken blah. Oh yes, and there will be yaoi, bwahaha.

Disclaimer: Ugh, I have to put this in here… I mention the movie called The Boondock Saints, AKA best movie ever, and I do not own it.

The Next Villain

Chapter Two

Norman blinked at the sudden statement before cracking a small smile. "Anton, huh?" He said, his hand now clasped onto the boys' shoulder. "Well Anton, that's the first step to recovery." Laughing Norman crossed his arm over his chest "Hungry?"

"No… I'm fine…" Anton replied, rubbing his head once more. "Oh, um, what's you're name?" Anton asked with respect in his tone of voice.

"Ah, yes, how rude of me, "Norman started, his arms falling to his sides. "My name is Norman Osborn, I'd say you should know about my company, but you have a little predicament with your memory right now." He chuckled.

Anton took this in, looking around the room for the first time, surveying all the expensive items that was scattered here and there. Anton took his time looking at a few of the painting on the walls, as well as a few masks that Anton guessed were from Africa.

"I-I'm sorry sir…" Anton started while clutching onto the black silk pajama top he was in. He suddenly realized that he wasn't in his own clothing, but in Norman's, because one: Anton faintly remembered being in jeans and a tank top when waking up, and two: they were way too big for him because Anton was smaller in size compared to Norman.

Anton blushed at the thought of Norman changing his clothes while he was sleeping; though for some reason he was comfortable with it at the same time.

A small chuckle came from Norman when he saw the boy blush. "If you're wondering… yes, I did changer your clothes." He said, as if reading Anton's mind. "After the doctor left I decided to get you into something a little more comfortable… but, that's besides the point… why are you sorry Anton?"

"Well, I must be a burden and all…" Anton sighed, looking down at his lap, which was covered by the black silken sheets. He felt a little uncomfortable as well as shy at the moment, not wanting to meet the other mans gaze in fear that he would agree with what he was saying and kick him out. "Because… well… you took me in without knowing who I am, fed me and lent me your clothes… and I have nothing to give to you in return..."

"Oh, no, no Anton…" Norman smiled, "It's no problem, you needed the help and I can provide it for you… makes me feel more like a father anyway." His laugh echoed in the silent room, making Anton feel a little better to know that Norman wasn't burdened in anyway. "I don't think I was really ever this nice to my son." He sighed suddenly, his mood changing.

"Oh, you have a son?" Anton asked, looking up at Norman. "Is he here?"

"No, he graduated from high school and is living with a friend of his." Norman paused, a small smirk spreading across his face. "Why? Are you sick of my company?"

"No!" Anton exclaimed almost immediately, grabbing onto Normans sleeve. "I just thought meeting him would be… nice… if he's anything like you, sir."

Norman had to laugh, not minding the hold on his sleeve, "Oh no, Harry takes after his mother without a doubt…" He sighed, pausing, as if he were remembering a few things. "But he's a good kid, Harry…" Smiling again, he looked down at his sleeve then beck at Anton, raising an eyebrow.

"O-oh, sorry sir." Anton muttered, letting go of his sleeve, his cheeks reddening once more.

"It's no problem, Anton, and you can call me Norman, sir is much too formal."

'There you go again… going all soft and mushy… you have to be strong Norman!' The Goblin yelled in his mind, anger dripping off of every word. 'This boy doesn't seem so special anymore… he just seems like a shy little rat…get rid of him!'

Norman ignored the voice as best he could, having missed what Anton had said. "So, Anton, do you know how old you are?"

"Um… well… I'm not too sure…" Anton said after a moment of thinking. "How old do I look?"

"Oh, probably eighteen… no older than twenty three." Norman replied with a small smiled, "You're a youngin' compared to me." He laughed, taking a seat on the bed next to Anton's lap.

"Why, how old are you?"

"Let's just say I'm in my late forties…" Norman replied, looking off to the side.

"Oh, please, that's not old." Anton answered with a small smile.

"Well, I have to go, people to see, things to do." Norman said with a clap of his hands before getting up and heading towards the door. He stopped at the desk in the room and grabbed a remote before walking back towards Anton and handed it to him. "Just in case if you get bored, you can watch some TV." And with that, Norman left.

A few hours later:

Anton had just finished a movie, The Boondocks Saints, and found he really liked the character Paul Smecker.

He was now flipping through the channels when something caught his eye. It was the news and apparently, they were filming a fight going on between two people. They were both dressed up in costumes of some sort, one being called Spiderman and the other the Green Goblin.

It seemed like the fight had been going on for sometime, Spiderman was injured with cuts along his arms and torso, and the Green Goblin's armor was beat up and scratched. Anton couldn't help notice but the horrible damage to his armor on his left arm. Anton wouldn't be surprised if he was bleeding badly underneath the armor.

A few minutes later, the Green Goblin retreated, taking a few steps back while telling Spiderman how much he would regret this. Holding onto his injured arm, he hopped onto his glider as it flew past him, making his escape from the hero, leaving Spiderman to check and see if there were any hurt civilians.

Anton sighed and turned off the TV. It was strange, during that entire fight; he wanted the Green Goblin to win, even though he knew he should have been rooting for Spiderman. Anton liked the Green Goblin from what he saw, leaving a twinge of guilt in the pit of his stomach.

"I'm rooting for the bad guy." Anton sighed aloud, knowing he was alone. "Well, he must have reasons for wanting to do what he does… after all you wouldn't do that for nothing!" Anton told himself with a nod, going silent for a moment to think, his lips curving into a small smile. "I wonder what he looks like under his armor… I bet he's cute."

"Like the Green Goblin, huh?" A voice asked in a somewhat proud tone.

Anton quickly looked to the door seeing Norman standing there, looking rather tired, though a smug smile rested on his lips.

"Yeah." Anton replied as a matter of factly before a guilty look overtook his features. "I mean, no!" He exclaimed, as if trying to take it back, his face a beet red.

"Nah, I think he's pretty cool… but I'm not too sure about the cute part." Norman chuckled, sitting down in a chair. Anton completely missed the hurt look on Normans face when trying to move his left arm. "You know, I heard that he's doing bad things because people betrayed him and got away with it… and Spiderman protects those people." He said, leaving out the part were the Green Goblin got to them and killed them.

"If someone hurt or betrayed me and got away with it…" Anton started, looking down. "I would become a villain too." He finished, his gaze slowly meeting Norman's again.

"Yeah, so would I." Norman smirked.

To be continued…

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