Peter stealthily crept into the dark room yet again. Once he was fully inside, his spidey senses tingled like crazy and just as he saw Felicia out of the corner of his eye, tied up in a chair, he heard gun shots all around him. Before he had a chance to react mentally, he involuntarily bounced up to the ceiling. He looked below him and 8 bullets collided beneath him.

He heard clapping from the other side of the room and then a laugh echoed off the walls of the creepy warehouse.

"Well done, Peter. That was quite a show," a voice said. But it wasn't the voice Pete was expecting. It was a lot more normal and a lot more unsettling and a lot more like… Harry's voice…

"H-harry?" Peter stammered, turning his head to where he heard the voice. But it wasn't Harry. It was the Green Goblin. But underneath that mask, it had to be Harry. Peter knew that voice anywhere.

But why? Why was his best friend trying to kill him? And how did he know who Pete was? He tried to come up with plausible explanations for his friend's sudden hatred towards him, but before he could add two and two together he heard a whimper from the other side of the warehouse where the Black Cat was sitting.

His head swiveled to her as he jumped back to the floor. He saw the Green Goblin – he couldn't bring himself to call him Harry – with a gun to Felicia's forehead.

Her green eyes were full of fear and Peter was stunned. Never before have he seen her so scared. It made him scared…

"So pest, do you want me to kill her or maybe even Gwen first?"

"Harry! Don't do it! Whatever you're about to do you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"

"Ha! You know best of all Pete! What was it like? Killing my father, watching him take his last few breaths, soaking in his fear with your awful pride!"

Peter angrily snapped back at him. "He put that on himself, Harry! I didn't kill him!"

He took his mask off not feeling the need to keep it on. "Look at what you're doing! This isn't you! My uncle once said 'with great pow-"

"I don't care about your stupid uncle! Don't try to talk me out of this. First I'm killing her, then I'm killing Gwen right in front of you so you can feel the pain I felt!"

"I've felt the pain before. More than once, you know that-"

Tears came to Harry's eyes, and then he lashed out at Peter. "Then why'd you kill him?"

Peter shook his head. "What can I say that will make you understand that I didn't kill him? We're best friends; we've been best friends for almost forever… And killing Gwen? You love her. We both do. She's our best friend. She's your girlfriend from crying out loud!"

Harry pulled the gun away from Felicia's head and looked at the ground sadly He pulled off his mask, then suddenly snapped at Peter. "NO! I know that she's only dating me because she feels sorry for me! Once I get over my dad's death, she'll dump me for you. Don't think I haven't seen the way you guys look at each other."

"I admit, I like her and maybe she likes me," he replied, noticing Harry's fist were clenched around the gun and his mask. "But she likes you too and-"

"God, Pete! This isn't even about her! It's about my dad and you let him die! You didn't even list a finger to help!" He put the gun up at Felicia and shot her.

Letter to the readers: Hey! Sorry that this chapter is so short but I'm a sucker for cliff-hangers… The next chapter will be up soon enough. I hope you like it Thanks for reading!