Chapter 10: The Goblin's Fury

"Mr. Osborn, it really pains me to tell you this, but I'm not sure if you'll be financially secure to run your company."

"What are you talking about?"

Norman was meeting with his accountant Dale, who didn't have any good news for the business mogul.

"I built this company myself! And now you're telling me I can't fund it?!" Norman yelled.

"By yourself. Ever since the board council members threatened to quit, there's a high chance that you'll have to fund this company on your own, Norman. With the amount of projects that Oscorp has been going through, and the large amounts of fines that the company has to pay for the failed experiment-" Dale continued.

Norman grabbed Dale's throat, choking him.

"I'm one of the richest, if not the richest, men in this damn city! There has to be something I can do!"

After a few seconds of Dale choking, Norman came to his senses and let him go.

"Jesus, Dale, I-I don't know what came over me. I'm really sorry."

Annoyed, Dale responded, "I'm sorry, Norman. But sometimes rich men can't always get what they want. Realistically, after everything that's happened with this company, from the Vulture attack to now, people won't want to work for a company like this. It's tainted. Give it a year or so, and this company will go bankrupt."

Norman didn't know what to do. His life and career would be over if he let Oscorp go under. He needed to come up with a plan to save his company.

Sitting on the couch with a wine bottle, a whirlwind of negative thoughts and worries couldn't stop running through Norman's head.

"Those council members doomed you."

"After this, you'll be nothing."

"You're pathetic."

"Kill them."

"Make them bleed!"

"Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!"

Norman threw the wine bottle at the fireplace. In rage, Norman fell to his knees.

"No, not after last time. No, no! I can't let it happen!" Norman desperately exclaimed.

"We'll see about that."

Norman turned to the mirror, to find an angrier reflection of himself looking at him.

"No."

"Oh, yes. Those fools cheated you, burned you to the ground. Why not do the same? For your company? Your son?"

Norman knew he no longer had a choice. If he wanted to still have a stable career and provide for his son, he needed to do anything that was possible.

"I'm gonna show them something they've never seen before."

Norman walked into his lab where the same demonic green-and-purple armor was waiting for him, along with the weapons and glider.

At Oscorp Tower that evening, the board members were having a small meeting regarding Norman's involvement in the company.

"So, after the recent turn of events, and Norman's failure to recreate the super-soldier serum, I think we can all agree that we will all resign and allow Norman to run the company on his own," Charles Standish reminded everyone.

The members all nodded.

"I will be starting a rival company that will put Norman Osborn out of business, and I would like you all to join me. Norman won't know what will hit him."

Before the board members could respond, the Green Goblin crashed into the room, determined to make his plan successful.

"I'll be the judge of that!" the Goblin roared before throwing razor blades at the members, killing them instantly.

Charles was the only one not hit, and that wasn't an accident. Charles tried to run, though a bomb blew up the exit, causing more destruction to the building. The Goblin flew in and grabbed Charles by the throat.

"Funny, Charles. I first remember meeting you. The first thing you ever said to me was, 'We're gonna do great things together.'"

"Norman?!" Charles exclaimed in horror.

"You guessed it! How are you imagining this will go? I would've killed you more simply, but since you had to piss me off, you're gonna die a quick, brutal death."

Goblin flew out of the building and threw Charles as high as he could into the sky. Laughing, Goblin pulled out a pumpkin bomb and threw it into the sky as well. All he could do after that was admire the explosion in the air.

"Why do you still have that creepy-ass devil costume?" Spider-Man asked while swinging onto the tower. "Nice bomb design, by the way. Halloween was a while ago."

"Spider-Man! Nice of you to show. This time, you're not leaving alive!" Goblin declared, flying to the top of the tower.

Goblin threw two pumpkin bombs at Spider-Man, who jumped over the first one and swung the second one back at Goblin, who merely shielded the explosion with his arms. Goblin's glider ignited some blades, and as he flew at Spider-Man, the hero jumped over the villain and yanked the glider away. Goblin fell onto the tower and Spider-Man grabbed the glider. Spider-Man then plunged the glider into the roof.

"You little prick," Goblin hissed as he lunged at Spider-Man, who blocked his punch.

Spider-Man engaged in some hand-to-hand combat, mostly deflecting the Goblin's strong hits. Eventually, Spider-Man grabbed Goblin's arm, punched him in the face, and kicked him in the stomach, knocking him down.

"I think you can do better than this, Gobby," Spider-Man said.

Goblin quickly got back up and threw some razor blades at Spider-Man, who leapt over them. Goblin pulled out a dagger and swung it repeatedly at Spider-Man, who dodged and eventually grabbed it. Goblin and Spider-Man fought for control of the dagger, though Goblin managed to plunge it slightly into the hero's shoulder.

"Ah!" Spider-Man shouted as he headbutted Goblin and threw him across the roof.

Goblin quickly pressed some buttons on his arms, and the glider broke out of the roof and flew right at Spider-Man. It bashed him in the head and knocked him right off the roof. Goblin jumped right off the roof and his glider met his feet. Spider-Man attached a web to the glider and shot some web darts, which the Goblin deflected. The glider also started shooting some bullets at Spider-Man, forcing him to let go and free-fall. Looking inside the Oscorp building, the Goblin could see frightened workers fleeing. Spider-Man quickly attached himself to the side of the building.

"Let's make this more fun," Goblin mused as he threw a bomb through the building.

"NO!" Spider-Man screamed as he swung inside.

Inside of the burning part of the tower were four females and two males. No pressure at all.

"You can do this, you can do this," Spider-Man told himself.

Police cars and trucks surrounded the building, and four police choppers started to fly around the building.

"Oh, thank God!" Spider-Man celebrated as he saw the helicopters.

"Stand down, Spider-Man, or we'll open fire! That goes for you, too, you green freak!" Captain Stacy demanded from one of the helicopters.

"Oh, you've got to be shitting me. Captain Stacy, listen to me! I'M TRYING TO HELP!" Spider-Man yelled. "How irritating can this get?"

"I'm with you on that, Spidey," the Goblin agreed. "Allow me to take care of it."

He took out a bomb, though Spider-Man grabbed onto him before the Goblin could throw it. With all his effort, Spider-Man threw Goblin into the building. Spider-Man then jumped onto Goblin and pummelled him with his fists, temporarily knocking him unconscious.

"Help, please!" one of the women yelled.

"Grab onto me, two of you!" Spider-Man instructed.

Two of the women held onto Spider-Man's back as the helicopters flew closer to the tower. Spider-Man handed them to the police, and did so for most of the other workers. There was only one man left, who was too paralyzed with fear to move. Spider-Man ran over to the man and tried to help him.

"Come on, man, we gotta go. We have to go now!" Spider-Man shouted.

"It's too late. We're all gonna die!" the man groaned.

Spider-Man looked closer to find blood on the man's chest.

"Don't worry, man. The hospital can patch you up. It'll be fine-"

"Watch out!" the man screeched.

"Behind you!" the police yelled.

Spider-Man turned around and slammed a now-awake Goblin in the face. The cops opened fire on the Goblin, but their bullets didn't do anything against his armor. However, the floor started to collapse, including the part with the man.

"NO!"

Spider-Man shot a web and caught the man, but the Goblin sliced the web with a razor blade, and it was now too late. The man had fallen into the burning flames.

"Looks like you really can't save everyone," Goblin mocked.

Captain Stacy and the other officers continued shooting the Goblin to no avail. Spider-Man yelled in distress and pinned the Goblin against the wall.

"Captain Stacy, you have to get out of here now!" Spider-Man yelled.

"We're not leaving until that monster is dead!" Stacy declared.

"GO! I'll handle it!" Spider-Man screamed.

As the police helicopters flew away, Spider-Man punched the Goblin across the face multiple times, smashing the helmet quite a bit. Goblin countered by slashing Spider-Man across the stomach and delivering a roundhouse kick to his face. Knowing how vengeful Spider-Man was in this state, Goblin knew he had no other choice. While Spider-Man struggled from his injuries, Gobin summoned the glider and flew away before Spider-Man could get up.

When the hero stood up, the Goblin was nowhere to be seen.

"Peter, I'm home. Iot your favorite lasagna, and-"

Aunt May opened the door to find her nephew with bruises on his face and bloody clothes on.

"Holy shit, Peter!" Aunt May squealed, running over to Peter. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Stumbled upon some angry gang members. Didn't have money," Peter coughed.

Tears started going down Aunt May's face, ruining her mascara. "Alright, let me call Gwen's father-"

"NO! Don't call 911."

"Peter, this is insane-"

"May, if you call the cops, that gang will know it was us. Plus, the medical bill isn't gonna be cheap, and you know how Jameson is with my paychecks."

"Peter, are you sure-"

"I'm fine. Don't you have a first-aid kid or something?!"

Aunt May left and came back with her first-aid kid.

"Alright, hon, take off your shirt."

Peter took off his shirt, revealing the wound in his shoulder and slash across his stomach. It also didn't help that Peter had a black eye. Aunt May started to tear up even more.

"Peter, you have to tell me who did this to you. Was it Flash?" Aunt May asked.

"No, Aunt May. Flash and I are friends now," Peter confirmed. "It was just some douches who were trying to be scary, and they got violent with me."

Aunt May wiped her tears and ruined makeup off and started to tend to Peter's injuries.

"Peter, let me just call Gwen's father. He'll put an arrest warrant out, and he'll find the guys who did this to you."

"May-"

"Peter, this isn't the first time this has happened! I've seen you with injuries several times now, and whenever I confront you, you always give some sort of weird explanation. I'm calling Captain Stacy whether you like it or not," Aunt May declared before storming out.

Peter couldn't stop thinking about the man who died, and he started to cry.

"Babe, it's gonna be fine," Aunt May assured as she walked back in with her phone.

"It's not that, May."

"Then, what is it? Open up, Peter."

Shaking his head, Peter just continued crying, and his head collapsed against Aunt May's belly.

"Honey, it's gonna be okay," Aunt May promised as she kissed Peter's head.

At the precinct, a bruised Peter was sitting across from his girlfriend's dad in an interrogation room, not knowing what to expect.

"Peter, tell me what happened."

"I already told you, George," Peter said.

"Look, I talked to your aunt, and she told me that this isn't the first situation you've been in that is similar to this."

Peter looked down, ashamed that he had to continuously lie to his aunt so he didn't have to tell her his darkest secret.

"Peter, your aunt cares about you, Gwen cares about you. After I told her what happened to you, she rushed over here. She's with your aunt outside. They both want to know what happened. You can't keep hurting the people you love, Pete. You'll end up having no one left."

Peter looked at him, afraid that the police captain was starting to feel the same about him that he did about Spider-Man.

"Captain Stacy, I want to talk about this, but I don't want Gwen or my aunt listening."

Wondering what Peter had to say, George got up and pressed a button against the wall, turning off the one-way glass so that nobody outside the room could hear or see what was happening inside.

"Tell me, Peter," George said as he sat back down.

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