Authors voice: Since my friends jorholic73 and RtheAwesome liked the previous chapter so much I felt complied to do this chapter :) Um this chapter is more about Harry's character though so... If you hate it then...Review If you love it then review as well :D
"Sit down!" the guard yelled as he forcefully shoved Harry into a chair. Harry complied, feeling to stoned to resist let alone put up a fight... "You better watch yourself..." the guard growled at the shadowy figure who sat opposite Harry before leaving the both of them alone. Harry ran his finger through his unkempt hair. "So you wanted to see me..." he slurred. The shadowy figure did not answer. "So who are you?" Harry groaned as he sunk down into his chair really not caring who it was... "Probably just another crack pot therapist..." he thought miserably. "Don't you recognize me Osborne?" a very familiar raspy voice replied back. Harry's eyes shot open in fear and hate as the shadowy figure made himself visible. "You..." "Yes me..." the man named Otto Octavius answered.
"What are YOU doing here? How could you be here?" Harry spat, his fists balled. Octavius simply shrugged. " I was hired by the F.B.I. to be a bio chemist. It was that or S.H.E.I.L.D custody. Anyway I came to bring the season's greetings..." he said cheerily. " I don't need your greetings!" Harry said. "I don't need anything from you..." he finished lamely. "Come on Harold, is that the way to treat an old family friend?" Octavius pouted slightly like a little boy. "Old family friend?! You are the freaking reason I'm trapped here! You and your...stupid...Oz experiments...You turned my father and I into monsters... I had a life! I had a girl I loved and...and she left me beause..." before Harry could continue, his shirt started burning off an indication that he was going to transform, "LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID! NOW I'M GOING TO..." Octavius simply picked up a bottle of water on the table and doused it onto Harry, extinguishing the flames and momentarily calming the boy down, halting the transformation process. "Its hard finding good and patience listeners now days... Look boy, I have a proposition for you..." "I don't want to know..." "Yes you do..."Otto snarled. "You are dying of a broken heart aren't you boy?"
Harry turned away. "You don't know anything about a broken heart..." "Yes...Yes I do..." Octavius pulled out a photo of a beautiful woman with chestnut hair and chocolate brown eyes. "This was the love of my life. Rosalie..." he said in a quivering voice, genuine sadness hanging off each word. Harry looked up. "What...What happened to her?" he asked. "Your life wasn't the only one ruined by the Oz explosion. When Rosalie learnt I had metal graphed onto my body...She left me...Claiming that we were too different... Do you know that feeling boy?" Harry's mind replayed to the day he first transformed into "Hobgoblin." Peter or Spiderman was roughing him up...Bad... All Harry was doing was trying to defend himself, to run away. But Spiderman kept coming to beat him up. Their tussle had travelled from Harry's pent house all the way into the busy streets of Times Square. Harry remembered trying to flee Spiderman... And while running among the hysterical crowd, he saw a familiar beautiful face, the face of Mary Jane Watson staring at him.
Harry remembered trying to call out her name. Begging her to save him. That's when he heard a "swish" and he knew Spiderman was coming. In a last ditch attempt to prove to MJ he was Harry, he had lunged wildly for her, wanting to bring her to somewhere private to prove his humanity. What he did not expect was MJ's bloodcurdling scream. "LET ME GO YOU MONSTER! LET ME GO!" she had cried violently while beating his scaly hide over and over and over. He had refused and ignored her screaming protests until she did the unbelievable, as he tried to gently put her down, she had spat straight into his face, her teal eyes sizzling with hate, it was then Harry realized that she would never accept him. Even if she knew who he was... They were just too different... "The girl you love. She does not understand you doesn't she...
"No...No she doesn't...How could she?" Harry mumbled clenching his fists. "Yes how could she, unless she was in your predicament..." Octavius mumbled back. "What are you saying?" Harry asked sitting back up. Octavius took his time to answer. Finally after what seemed like a decade later..."I have a solution Harold... I know how to make what's her name? Mary Jane Watson love you..." Harry slammed his hands hard onto the table. "Don't screw with me Octavius! Don't fuc..." "I'm not..." Octavius said coolly. "Here!" From his pocket, Octavius pulled out a vile and in it, bubbling golden liquid.
"Is that?" Harry asked amazed. "Yes. This here is Oz..." Octavius replied passing the vile to Harry along with a zip lock bag, within it an injection syringe. "But how?" "Listen to me, put the Oz in the syringe and inject Miss Watson with it, preferably when she's unconscious, that will solve the lack of communication between you two..." "Are you sure? But how can I do it? I need to get out of here first. Besides isn't S.H.I.E.L.D watching us or something?" Being part of F.B.I has its perks...I am completely protected from S.H.I. . COMPLETELY...So listen boy, in about three minutes, S.H.I.E.L.D's mainframe is going to short-circuit. There will be an estimated five minute blackout and anything mechanical, is going to malfunction. So, you in or are you out? "Harry casted his eyes downwards towards the vile... Could he do this? Install such a cruel fate to someone he loved so much? He...He... "Well Harold?" Octavius asked looking at his watch. Harry sighed. With a heavy heart, he made his decision. "I'm in..."