The taxi pulled round the corner into Kentwood Avenue, immediately Napier knew something wasn't right, there was a faint smell of smoke in the air and as he drew closer to his house he saw the team of fire trucks parked outside. As the windscreen wipers flicked back and forth Jack got a better and better view of what was unfolding, there were red fire engines, one with a ladder, an ambulance and two police cruisers, Jack felt his stomach wrench, the taxi came to a stop Jack bundled out onto the pavement into the heavy rain, he ran over to the fire chief who was directing the hoses, he saw what was left of his home, it was a smoldering shell, the whole inside had been burnt out and the once clean redbrick walls were now charred and blackened, Jack felt like he wanted to vomit. "Oh my god" He said as his sodden hair flopped over his face
"What happened here" The fire chief turned to him
"I'm sorry Mr. Napier, it seems as though it was arson, the police have caught the guy who did it hes in the cruiser over there" the fire chief gestured to the police car parked outside his home. Jack then had a spine chilling thought
"What about Julian?" He said "Where is he" The fire chief looked down at the ground and stood silent, Jack demanded to know again the fireman motioned towards one of the ambulances, a black rubber bag on a stretcher was being zipped up and placed into the back of an ambulance, Jack stood silent and then burst into tears running over to the stretcher. Jack pushed the paramedics out the way and hugged Mr. Fielding's body through the bag, the once strong and unbreakable businessman was reduced to a jabbering wreck, wailing inconsolably on the chest of his lost friend. One of the paramedics put his hand on Jacks shoulder, Napier turned about with a start and began to cry into the other mans green shirt, the paramedic tried to comfort him but it was no use. Jack looked up for a second and saw one of the police cruisers beginning to pull away, he broke the embrace and ran out in front of it, his sadness was replaced by rage. The white and blue Ford Explorer screeched to a halt, Jack ran around the side and slammed his fist into the window were the arsonist was being held, he screamed abuse and punched the window and kicked the door. A police officer from the front of the cruiser got out and tried to restrain him, but Jack pushed the officer away and continued to shout, the 4X4 began to drive away and Jack ran alongside, he grabbed hold of the door handle and followed, but he slipped on the rain drenched road and watched as it drove away, with the arsonist looking at him through the back window. Jack lay in the middle of the road a pool of water, he looked up at the sky and began to laugh, the same laugh he had cackled in the Oscorp boardroom, his whole world had collapsed around him and he was laughing. A police officer helped Jack to his feet, he was still giggling chaotically, Jack shrugged the police officer of and walked back to his burnt out home, he kept chuckling under his breath, he was staring down at the fall but he was grinning from ear to ear bearing all of his teeth and his eyes wear wide and manic.
"Are you alright Mr. Napier?" The Police officer asked as he put his hand on Jacks shoulder, Jack gain control of himself again shaking off his moments of insanity. "I've lost everything officer" Napier stuttered, sitting down on the sidewalk placing his head in his hand, the policeman placed his hand around Jack has he sobbed on the pavement. "Do you know the reason that that arsonist targeted my home" The officer thought for a moment and then took out his notebook, he flicked through the pages until he reached the one he wanted.
The officer read out what it said "He claims that you are responsible for the death of his wife who was a reporter at the Oscorp incident this morning, he says he wants you to feel his pain" Jack stood up with a shot and kicked over a pair of dustbins standing next to where he was sitting, the policeman stood up as well "calm down sir" the officer said trying to restrain him "I can't fucking calm down!" Jack snapped once again pushing the officer away
"I didn't even give permission for the experiment to take place! And now thanks to Norman Osborne and those fucking retards on the board I'm getting the fucking blame, I have been trying for years and years to make this company what it is today and now it's all been snatched away from me by a pathetic little prick who does nothing for the company but make things worse. You wanna know something! He even made the company freeze my insurance, so now my house and all possessions are gone and can't even claim and as he stole all my assets and personal fortune I don't anything to fall back on except the money I have in my wallet, which amounts to" Jack took his wallet out and opened it and counted the last notes and coins "27 dollars. Norman has destroyed my life"
Napier stormed off down the street, he walked past the fire engines which were still pouring water over the smoldering ruin of his house, but as he walked past the last police cruiser he poured in through the back door which was ajar and saw a revolver and holster, complete with a box of bullets, just laying there on the brown back seats. Napier looked back and saw all the w police putting up cordons around his house, no one was looking his direction, the probably wouldn't even notice he just lifted it out the back seat. Before Jack realized what he was doing he had taken the pistol out the back of the police car and placed it in his drenched blazer's pocket and began to walk down the street away from his demolished home. After he walked a few blocks away from the site of the fire, he came upon a Ford Mustang GT parked outside a midsized family manor, the lights were all off, it was clear no one was in, Jack was going to buy a mustang next week, he had always wanted one. The street was silent and Jack and the Mustang were out of the weak glow of the street lamps, so he pulled out his stolen revolver, he checked the street again with caution and once he was certain there was no one around he slammed the butt of the gun straight through the front window shattering it with a loud crash, Jack put his arm through and opened the door from the inside. He clambered into the front seat and sat behind the wheel, he didn't know how to start the car without the key but he could sit and imagine what it would be like to drive it, but as he put his hand down into the door cubby hole he felt a set of keys, an extraordinary stroke of luck. He placed the key into the slot and turned it, he saw the dashboard burst into life and the engine revved with the unmistakable roar of an American muscle car, he put it into gear and drove off, he knew where he would go, he wanted revenge on the man who had stolen his life, he made sure his gun was still in his blazer and he grinned uncontrollably.