Chapter 7
Harry's gaze shifted hesitantly around the room, slowing making its way to his father's shire cat grin.
"How did I get here? What happened?"
"What do you remember?"
"I - I was... I saw Peter as Spider-Man. Peter Parker is Spider-Man! My best friend...but you...you are alive! How?..."
"The same way that you are son. He killed you too after you found out his secret. We were both revived to get vengeance on Peter Parker," he stated.
Harry's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember the events that occurred toward the latter part of his past life. "But I think he was...trying to help me..." He grimaced in pain, putting his right hand to his chest.
"Some of your memories are scrambled. I understand. But be not mistaken son, Peter killed you with a gunshot to the heart.
Harry couldn't remember what had happened. Everything was all one big blur. He was shot for sure but the identity of who shot him was difficult to remember and the events that occurred between him finding out Pete was Spider-Man and his death...
It hurt to try to think about it...
"Wait...am I a zombie?" Harry asked with terror.
Mr. Osborn laughed. "No son. You are the new, improved version of yourself. You are stronger, faster, smarter, and indestructible," he stated pridefully. "And all of this without the globulin green."
Harry did remember the globulin green... His addiction to it. The way it made him feel. The thirst for that power was now quenched eternally. Harry let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"I don't get it. How is any of this possible?"
"Science."
"What kind of science?" Harry gulped.
Osborn shrugged. "Listen, we don't have time to waste. We need to start planning our attack on Peter."
Harry still felt conflicted. If his father wasn't dead, then did he really have any reason to be angry with Pete? Of course, Peter did lie to him...AND he lied to him all these years. And, according to his father, Pete even took his life...
"So when you say attack, you mean -"
"Murder."
"Wha-what?! I'm not going to kill Pete! Are you crazy?"
Norman's eyes narrowed and his lips twitched. This isn't going as planned... He needs to remember what it felt like to hate Peter with a raging passion...all he remembers is Peter as his best friend...he needs to remember him as the villain...he needs more drugs to distort his memory...
Harry raised a brow. "You really think I would kill my best friend?"
"He killed you!" He yelled.
"But... I don't know...not for sure anyway..." Harry squinted his eyes.
"Here!" He waved one of his workers to come. A man wearing black framed glasses in a white lab coat contrasting with the gray, dull walls of the warehouse came to him immediately.
"Yes Mr. Osborn?"
"Get Dr. Connors here as soon as possible. It seems I need to take more drastic measures to make Harry obey my commands."
The worker nodded and walked hurriedly to the phone.
"Dr. Connors?...Yes, Norman Osborn needs you here as soon as you possibly can... Okay, thank you," the man hung up and nodded to Norman.
He nodded back, signaling that the worker was dismissed.
Mr. Osborn peered over his shoulder at Harry who stared in disbelief.
"You - are drugging me? For not wanting to kill my friend?" He tried to process.
"It's the only way to make you comply." He turned fully around.
"You're - you're insane! I'll never do it!"
Norman chuckled. "Of course you will. By the time I'm done with you, your sole purpose in life will be to serve me."
Tears gathered in Harry's eyes. "What kind of father are you?"
"I do care about you Harry."
"Really? Then why bring me back to be your lapdog? Why not just let me rest in peace?"
"Because!" Norman's voice came out louder and more excited than he had expected. For whatever reason, he felt shaky and twitchy. He leaned on the table in front of him to steady himself. "Because," he said more quietly, "It is the only way for us to get revenge. He won't kill you, not that he can. His friends and family are his weak spot. His Achilles heel, if you will. Even if you are the villain, he won't try to kill you. Just like before..."
"I don't want revenge...the only person who has caused me any real suffering is you. I won't ever serve a pathetic man who won't fight for himself."
"You have little choice my boy."
As if on cue, Dr. Connors walked in. "You called?"
Norman smirked. "Yes. We need to make Harry more compliant."
"Ok. I'll up his dosage and run a few tests on him," Dr. Connors wrote some notes on his clipboard.
Harry grabbed his wrist. "Please. Don't do this."
Dr. Connors sighed. "Calm down. You'll be absolutely fine."
"But I am supposed to be dead. This isn't right...my father, he's clearly crazy. You have to stop."
"Get some morphine," Connors told a worker.
The worker came back with a needle and injected it into Harry who cried.
"No, please! Please don't. I'm not - I - I can't..." Harry's vision went black.
His father smiled.
Glad I got this out the same night as the other chapter! I think y'all have waited long enough for one and deserve two! Besides, this chapter was a lot more fun to write! :D
