Sorry for the wait. Be prepared. This chapter is pretty rough.

Peter wanted to crawl into a corner. He knew this time would come. He just hadn't known his death was so soon. He shrugged. It would probably be better for everyone if I died, he thought to himself sadly.

The Green Goblin threw two pumpkin bombs at Peter that emitted sleeping gas that knocked him out instantaneously. Harry grinned flew down to Peter on his glider and scooped up his unconscious body, carrying him to face his doom.

Harry threw Peter onto an ice cold lab table, injected him with the weakening serum for a third time and took out a bag of torture weapons his father had hidden in his office. He grinned. He turned his head to Felicia's lifeless body and frowned.

"Poor girl. You wouldn't have died if you stayed on my side."

Harry's father walked into the room, smiling. "You've done well my boy. Kill him slowly. That way he will suffer more."

"Yes, Father," he said.

Peter's eyes opened hesitantly. "Harry?"

"I go by the Green Goblin now Peter," he told him, as he pondered over what weapon to use first. He looked at Peter and saw tears coming to his eyes, "Don't worry, Pete, I'll kill your friends and aunt too. I just decided to change things up a bit this time. You first, then your friends."

Peter's eyes saddened more. "Haven't you caused everyone enough pain? Besides, if I'm dead, what do you want with them?"

"They're associated with you. They love you. It isn't right that they live. They don't deserve to live," he picked out a scalpel from the bag.

He stabbed Peter's hand and bright red blood surged out. Peter yelled in pain.

"They didn't do anything. They don't even know anything about me or you."

He smirked. "Please! Gwen supports you. And she definitely knows. And you're so open with your aunt. She has to know." He took a blade out and knifed Peter's shoulder, just deep enough to hit bone. Peter let out a blood-curdling scream. Harry raised him and punched him once. "That's for me." Again. "That's for stealing Gwen." Again. "That's for pretending you cared." Once more harder than the three others. It broke skin and caused blood to come from Peter's nose and mouth. "That's for my FATHER!"

His dad clapped with pride.

Harry smiled at him, encouraged to go further. Peter was barely breathing and felt like he's been hit with an 18-wheeler in the face about 50 times, but he didn't make any attempt to stop Harry. If it meant Harry would stop trying to hurt his aunt and friends, then he would let it happen.

Gwen hadn't seen Peter all day. She was worried, but at the same time, she thought school was probably too much for him for today. He probably just went back home. She frowned. How could everything change so quickly, so easily? It seemed that her whole life had sunk down a drain. She got to the Silver Spoon and ordered to vanilla ice cream bowls.

"Thanks," she said to the cashier as he gave her the bowls.

She sat at a table. She slumped back in her chair. Where is he? She kept glancing at the window, sure that he would be walking inside soon. Her heart beat faster every time someone entered the parlor, but it was never him. She got out her cell phone to make sure that he hadn't called her. She frowned when she saw that it read 0 missed calls. She dialed Peter's number. It rang and rang, droning on and on to the point where it put her in a daze. She shook the daze off and dialed his home instead.

Aunt May answered. "Hello?"

"Hi, Mrs. Parker. Is Pete home?" She asked anxiously.

"No, I thought he would be with you."

"Did he go to school?"

"As far as I know. What's wrong? You sound troubled dear."

Gwen gasped. "Did he call you?"

"No… what's wrong?"

Tears came to her eyes. "Um… I have to go…"

"Gwen, dear – "

Gwen hung up and rushed out of the Silver Spoon, not bothering to pick up Pete and her ice cream.

She didn't bother wiping the tears from her eyes as she ran to Harry's house. She called for a taxi and luckily one picked her up quickly.

"Thank God! Thank you! Um, drive me to, um, the Osborn mansion. Do you know where that is?"

"Of course I do," the man driving the cab said to her as she hopped in the back seat.

Her heart was racing.

"I cannot thank you enough," she told him.

He didn't say anything, just kept driving. For some reason that bothered her. Especially when she noticed they were going the opposite direction of Harry's house.

"Hey! This isn't the way to the – "

The driver threw small pumpkin balls into the backseat.

"What? – What are – ?"

Fumes sprayed out of them as the driver pressed a button to enclose the back part of the car so the fumes wouldn't make him fall asleep too.

Gwen passed out but just before, she noticed that the driver looked strikingly familiar. Almost like… Her thoughts drifted, just before she could figure out who was sitting behind the wheel.

Sorry for the shortness. I thought it was a good place to end the chapter. Can you guess who's sitting behind the wheel?