The Goblin Legacy Episode Six

Norman sat content as he always did and eventually sat in complete calmness. A meditation was taking place. Closing his eyes, he summoned the Goblin. 'The Goblin knows how to do things I would never have done.' He had always thought to himself. Soon he was going to relish in his rematch with Spider-Man. To get him, Peter Parker was the key to finding him. Norman was about to have his revenge.

"I have done as you have asked." Norman said. "Soon Spider-Man will be done for."

"There might be a chance, however, that the boy will not come, Norman. He is liable to go to the authorities.'

"They would never believe him. They have too much on their plate. They have city matters to attend to. That is why I orchestrated such attacks. Miscommunication. The point is to have the police so busy they won't bother with people believing they've seen a monster. Harry wasn't able to communicate with them. There's no chance that they would believe Parker."

"Excellent. But should the boy come to terms and Spider-Man does indeed show up…"

"He will be no match for me!" Norman declared.

"He will beg for mercy! He will find to his disappointment that I have none!' he cackled.

"In the meantime, what should I do with my son?"

"He knows too much, Osborn. You know what the next course should be."

Norman opened his eyes and stared at the figure that sat next to him.

Across from his table, Harry sat gagged and tied up to the chair. He didn't move nor twitch. Norman could tell that any sudden movement Harry made would make something bad happen. 'Something bad already did happen to Harry, fear...happened.' he thought.

Getting he got up from his desk, Harry turned his eyes away from him. Norman put a calm hand on Harry's shoulder. "You got two choices to make, son."

Harry looked at his father in confusion.

"You want to know what they are?" he asked with a sly smile.

Harry could only give out a whimper.

Peter walked to the Daily Bugle. Hoping to get more money for his pictures that he had done over the weekend, he was willing to do as much as he could. Posing as Spider-Man and catching the occasional thief was getting a bit tedious for Peter. 'But hey a job is a job.' he thought to himself.

He had little less than twenty hours before he took down the Goblin. In the meantime, Peter struggled to maintain a normal life. He wanted to forget the troubles that plagued him. Stepping out of the elevator, people dodged journalist and columnist alike as he tried to get to J. Jonah Jameson's office.

As he did, dismay filled him when he read a note taped to the door.

'I'M OUT, SO GET OUT!"

Sighing, a frustrated Peter was about to collect his things when he saw Betty Brant coming toward him. "I'm guessing you saw the sign?" she nodded.

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. I can only assume he's busy." Peter said as he looked back at the ridiculous sign.

"Yeah...Jonah's the kind of guy who wants to get things done on his own."

"Is he?"

"Yeah. I mean we can only do so much. But hey, I admire him for going out there. It makes me respect him."

"Seems he's going out of his way to prove that Spider-Man can't be trustworthy." Peter muttered as he held up a newspaper with a photo that Peter had used to give to Jameson. Sure enough, it was him flying away. The title had read

WHO DOES THIS GUY THINK HE IS?

"Jameson's trying to find the truth about him. That's what he does. But I mean, I'm sure Spider-Man's a good guy but even I know as Jameson knows that when some things are good to be true, they usually are."

"You think Spider-Man's no different than those other cronies running amok in the city?" Peter asked surprisingly.

"What I'm saying is when you have a gift and you flounder it out there for the public to see, you have to make people think they're safe. A few applauses doesn't mean you're as good as they think you are." Betty pointed out.

"Oh..." Peter said trying to understand. Perhaps he can show people what he is when he takes down the Goblin tonight. 'Maybe then they will see me in a new light!' he thought.

"Those pictures of Spider-Man?" she pointed at the envelope in his hands.

"Yeah. I wanted to give them to Jameson."

"Oh well, I'll take them. I'll tell him you've dropped them off." Betty assured him.

"Thanks. Anyways I got to go. I'm about to be late for school."

"Hey..."

Peter looked back at Betty. "Yeah?"

"Look...if you think Spider-Man's a good guy more power to you. Sorry about what I said. On a personal level...I think he is a hero." she smiled.

Peter couldn't help but be a little glad now. He barely managed both a nod and say "See ya." to Betty before he left the building.

Peter managed to do everything and didn't even know how he finished it so fast. He felt as if he was reckless sometimes. The thing was Peter had too much to deal with as he always did. As he walked to his locker, he started to get ready for tonight.

He opened it and inside he found to his surprise another note. He read it and said.

'THE CLOCK IS TICKING!'

Peter crumbled the paper and threw it away. Putting his books and his locker, he wanted so much to get rid of the Goblin. So far, he was interfering with everything. He was becoming quite a nuisance.

"Peter!"

As always the ever-persistent Gwen Stacy appeared right behind him. Peter had to stifle a gulp whenever he saw Gwen lately. Her body screamed curves, abs and perfection. She really had dressed to impress as Peter saw in his own eyes. 'Even if it causes my hormones to go haywire.' he thought uncomfortably.

"Hey there." Peter managed to say. 'I still like Mary-Jane…right?' he thought as he saw a sexier Gwen in front of him.

"You never called me last night." Gwen pointed out in mock disappointment.

"I'm a workaholic. I keep having to do things." Peter explained.

"Well, personally I think you need to relax…" Gwen said and went behind him in a provocative manner and put her hands on his shoulders. She began to rub them.

"You're very tense." she said.

It did actually feel good as Gwen continued to massage Peter. It was a while before he broke away and cleared his throat. "Thanks… I guess but what are you up to seriously?"

"Getting ready for the dance. It's next week."

"You hoping to go with someone?" Peter had hoped that Gwen deviated her attention away from him.

"I'm hoping." she said playfully.

"Yeah I'm thinking about it myself. Although I wouldn't know who to bring."

"Let me ask you a hypothetical question, Pete. If I asked you to go with me to the dance would you go?"

"There's a myriad of factors. First, the guy should be the one to do it. I would know if my schedule that day is booked or not, I would know something is up because never in a million years would a girl ask the guy out. He would probably think she's up to something." Peter raised an eyebrow hinting that he was being stern.

"What about another factor? That the girl really likes the guy?" A coy Gwen asked and got close to Peter. The gap was getting narrow between them.

Peter sighed. He had to face facts. If Mary-Jane didn't want to be with him, then he had to move on.

"Well…"

"Yes?" A hopeful Gwen asked and took another step forward to him.

Peter sighed and surrendered. "Sure, why not?"

"So then let me ask you the lucky question, will you go to the dance with me next week, Peter? Seriously this time?"

"Well...OK." Peter said giving up.

Gwen turned ecstatic and said 'Yes!'. She then threw her arms around Peter and hugged him. Peter, rolling his eyes and smiling at her reaction, hugged her back. His eyes bulged when he had a feeling that Gwen was enjoying the hug that she gave out a sigh or a moan. Her body rubbed against his so tightly that she was at a point where something embarrassing was about to happen.

Panicking, Peter wanted it to stop before it did. "OK! OK! Gwen!" he pushed away as gently as he could.

"Sorry!" she giggled.

"I have to go you know." Peter said as seriously as he could but he was now sweating so hard from his forehead that he didn't know if Gwen believed him.

"Yeah...I know duty calls." she winked before went off blowing him a kiss that got Peter turning bright red.

George Stacy slammed his coat down on his seat so hard, it had nearly jolted the seat backward. Seething, George threw his hat towards the wall. 'You try and do some good, you try and stop a psycho from terrorizing the city but the craziness just keeps building and building.' he thought. There was nothing at the moment he could do. No leads. No evidence. Just a hole in the city.

He wanted to shut his ears as he listened to the news radio. "Despite minor casualties, there is still only theory and speculation for what caused the destruction in Central Park…" the news reporter continued to rant on while George could only try and control his temper. He merely walked to the radio and shut it off as swift as he could that the radio almost fell off the desk. But it was no use. The news radio was heard out in the main area of the station where everybody listened in.

Rubbing his eyes with his hands, George tried to steady himself. But he felt it very difficult given recent circumstances. He felt very likely to berate his officers for listening to the news. It only elevated his concerns even higher. With what the crazed maniac who called himself the Goblin attacking the city left and right, Captain George Stacy felt completely out of his league.

'It's only a matter of time before that strange agency shows up on my doorstep.' he thought in frustration

Hearing a knock rap on his door, George continued to close his eyes in anguish. "Go away." he managed to say.

"Is that really the best possible courtesy that the NYPD truly provides?" the man asked unamused.

Frowning, George turned around when he realized the familiarity of the voice. Sure enough, the man standing at the doorway was recognizable not to mention unnecessary.

George sighed. "I'm a little bit preoccupied at the moment."

"Drowning in constant sorrows are only for the weak my dear friend. I would hate to think you've gone to such a route, brave guy like you."

"What can I do for you?" George said as calm as he could to J. Jonah Jameson. He sat down and let the man come on in.

"Got nothing from you guys. You least of all, being there when that whole thing went down..." Jonah said as he poured himself a drink.

"I thought it best that the Bugle not know anything Jonah. Until we know for certain what we are dealing with, we can't let the media know what we don't know."

"So you really have nothing?" Jameson asked.

"Diddly-squat."

Jonah sighed. "I just got one of those damn letters myself."

"You did?" Stacy said a bit surprised.

Jonah nodded.

"Why didn't you come to me as soon as you did?"

Jameson pointed outside the room where phones were ringing off the hook and officers responding to the calls. "That answer enough for you?"

"Oh my God..." George started to realize something.

"Yeah..." Jameson nodded seriously. "This is exactly what this creep wants."

"A distraction." George whispered.

"My money is on that this freakazoid is going to do something in an unsuspecting part of this city." Jameson said and put the drink near George. "I don't need to tell you to do your job. So I know you old friend...can put two and two together."

Jameson then left with a wave.

Thinking about what happened with Gwen at school today could not be forgotten that quickly. The encounter was an interesting one but now Peter had to focus. He had to concentrate. It was a dark, gloomy night and Peter in his full Spider-Man outfit swung from building to building until he could find the construction site that the Goblin had told him to be at.

'I'm hoping I could just get this over with as quick as possible. Hopefully property damage and casualties will be non-existent.' he thought.

Eventually he located the site where a building was soon to be build. It was a construction area. 'Best place as any!' he did and landed gracefully to the ground.

In a wary pose, Peter looked around for anything out of the ordinary. 'Where is he?'

Just then he heard a muffled voice. Peter saw up ahead on top of a crane, his friend Harry on top of the machine. 'Harry!'

Launching a web-line to a random area, Spider-Man swung to where Harry was. He landed right in front of him and took the tape off of his mouth.

"You OK?" he asked him.

"You shouldn't have came! It's a trap. It's all a trap!" Harry cried out.

'What?' Peter thought and looked around but nothing happened yet.