Message to the readers: Sorry for the delay! I wrote it all down and didn't want to take the time to type it up. Anyway, I've finally typed it up. Hope you like it! Also, check out CynderFanForever's fanfiction: Ultimate Spiderman: Tiger Rescue. He's an amazing writer and has given me a lot of great feedback and I wanna than him for that. Anyway, here's Chapter 10. Enjoy. :)

Gwen started to slowly remove Spiderman's mask. Oddly enough, she was a little nervous. What if he turned out to be an old man? Or some idiot jock? She pulled the mask off briskly with her eyes closed. She opened them quickly but when she opened them back up, he was gone.

"Spiderman?" She called out, confused and a bit disappointed.

Pete's heart knocked against his chest, a hand over his mouth. Not his own hand though. It was none other than the Green Goblin, full costume and everything, even the hovercraft. They were right next to the building but in a place where Gwen wouldn't see them. Peter struggled against his grip and feverishly tried to break free but he couldn't. Harry hadn't been lying earlier; he was stronger than ever.

Even though Pete couldn't see his face, he knew he was grinning under that ugly green mask of his father. Harry stuck a needle in Peter's neck and everything went black.

Gwen sighed. Maybe she would find out who Spiderman was someday but if he didn't trust a teenage girl with his secret, she understood and respected him. She wondered what happened to Peter; with everything that had happened, she'd completely forgotten he said he would come and keep her safe. But he hadn't come to the rescue; it was Spiderman who saved her. Of course, Peter wouldn't be able to get there in twice the time that Spiderman did.

But there was one thing that was bothering Gwen more than anything: What did Harry mean when he talked about Peter not telling her his secret? It was obvious he had one but did Harry know what it was? And why was he talking to Spiderman like he knew him so well? Gwen's head churned with a million questions. The two biggest being: What is Pete's secret? and Who is Spiderman?

She sat down on the roof, her head aching with the overwhelming amount of inquiries she had. She heard a quiet step behind her and automatically swiveled her head to the source of the noise. She had to blink a few times to see a dark, tall, muscular man with a pumpkin covering his head, just a few feet from her. She gasped, got up, and started running as he came after her. She turned her head forward, then opened her mouth wide and screamed at the top of her lungs as she abruptly stopped sprinting just soon enough so that she didn't plummet down from the 20-story building.

The man came up from behind her, without much effort, and put a towel with chloroform to her mouth. She passed out immediately.

Peter opened his eyes slowly but everything around him was a big blur. His hair was a mess and he felt like he had hit himself on his head at least 50 times. He squirmed around on a chair, only to realize that his limbs were weak as hell and his hands, waist, legs and feet were tied with ropes. He tried to pull his hands from the arms of the chair but his effort was useless; he couldn't free his hands from the ropes. What was wrong with him? It was like he lost everything he had gained from the spider bite.

A blurry figure stepped in his line of sight – or lack thereof. He was smirking but Peter couldn't see that even if he squinted.

Harry cackled like a witch. "I've never seen you so helpless Spiderman. I guess that serum really does affect pests."

"H-Haarry –" Peter said, barely able to say a single syllable as if he were drunk. "Why are you – w-why are yoou –" Peter's voice trailed off and his head dropped and he started to sleep again.

Harry slapped him to wake him up. Peter looked up with a contorted face.

Harry snickered. "It makes you weak and unable to talk? Well, this'll be a bit more interesting."

"Whaaa – "

"Spiderman? Spiderman? Peter? Dad? Anyone?" A girl shrieked.

"G-G – " Pete tried to say.

"That's right Peter. It's Gwen. But don't even bother to talk to her. She can't hear you. This is being taped live from a warehouse. She is blindfolded and being tortured as we speak!"

Peter's blind eyes widened. "D-D-D-Don't lay a handonn–" His voice trailed off again.

"Oh, don't worry Pete. There's always Felicia."

Pete heard a click and then another girl started to cry out in a bone-chilling voice. "Peter? Peter please! Don't let him kill me," she cried.

Felicia? Crying? That never happened.

"Then there's Mary Jane," Harry added.

Another click. "What the hell is going on? Who are you people? Get your hand off me!"

"Oh and let's not forget – "

Another click. But this one was different. All Pete could make out were sounds of sizzling and pots being moved.

"Uhhh – " Peter started to say.

"Oh yeah. I made it special for your Aunt May. There's a bomb planted in her house."

Pete started to sob. "Pl-Pleease, Harry. Pleeease, p-please don't kill."

"Oh, don't cry. I've actually made it easy on you. I'm not going to kill everyone all at once. I'm going to let you choose what order you'd like me to kill them in."

Pete tried to think of who he would tell Harry to kill first then realized the drug was making him so drowsy he lost all reason for a few minutes. "Jesus Christ! Harry, th-this isn't a g-game!" shouted Peter, who was now starting to talk as well as see better.

"No, it's not. It's a lesson, Peter. For killing my dad. Now choose wisely and quickly before I kill them all simultaneously!"

Peter tried to pull his hands off the chair but still couldn't muster up enough strength. This was it… Everyone he loved would die and it was his entire fault… Some voice in his head said not to give up but another voice said it was over.

"Harry, kill me, not them! Please!" he begged, making out a walky-talky and a screen behind Harry with Aunt May cooking, looking so innocent and so oblivious to her fate.

"Spiderman doesn't want to come out to play?" Harry crowed in a blood-curdling voice, sounding so much like his father, it was scary. "It's too late, Peter. Can't you see that? Just by the press of this button and the word kill, I can kill them."

Peter wiped a tear away with his shoulder. "Come on Harry. I'm at my weakest. Kill me right here, right now. And don't harm anyone else."

A voice in Pete's head cried out NO! then Peter asked the voice in his mind if it had any other ideas.

Harry laughed. "But that would be so easy. I would much rather see you bawl your eyes out after all of your losses."

Peter couldn't conjure up any plans. His strength and flexibility were gone. He looked around the room for an idea but nothing he saw inspired him. His eyes drifted to his right hand and he wanted to slap himself. His web-shooters! He didn't need his powers to use those! He spotted a knife and some of the stuff he was injected with, as well as a syringe. All he had to do was aim right at the walky-talky in Harry's hand to prevent him from using it. At least for the time being.

"Tell me why. Why are you doing this Harry?" Peter had a plan; he just had to distract Harry in order to put in motion.

"To make your life miserable! You don't deserve all of the love people give you. You don't deserve happiness – " Harry started rambling on and on, pacing around the room. Now was the perfect opportunity to get the walky-talky in a web.

He aimed his right hand at Harry's hand and shot at it and somehow – thank the Lord – the web wrapped up the walky-talky and sent it flying through the air and onto the wall. He aimed another at Harry's face and shot.

"Ew! What the hell is this stuff?" Harry yelled, trying to pull it off his face.

Peter didn't quip as he usually did with his villains. He shot a web at the desk, got hold of the knife and pulled it to him. Soaked with sweat, he started cutting through the ropes frantically as Harry struggled to get the goop out of his face. Pete cut a bit of his skin with the blade by accident and cursed as he started to bleed, but at this point, the pain was the last thing on his list of relevance. He cut the rest of the ropes off as quickly as possible and made a bee-line for the serum. He grabbed it, his feeble hands shaking wildly, opened the vial and poured it into the syringe.

He used all of his strength and will power to sprint to Harry and inject him. Once he put the liquid in Harry's body, his legs gave out underneath him and both of them fell unconscious.