"It's so damn cold...", Miles tightened his jacket. "Aren't you?"
"A bit, yes", Harry answered. They were walking in the cemetery, even if the snow blocked most of the view. But if he didn't do this, would feel really guilty.
"So, why we came here? Is there something useful against Ock?"
"Heh no. I just...I just wanted to have a moment of peace and quiet before the action starts", Harry replied, leading the way. Finally reaching the farthest corner of the graveyard, he stopped. Miles stayed behind him in confusion.
"Okay...I don't get it."
"Don't worry, nobody else does either", Harry watched the tombstone in front of him. It was made of pure white Marmor, having dainty borders and on the rock stood a tall angel statue, revealing her wings which circled the gravesite. Sighing, the boy knelt down and wiped snow away, revealing the name.
"Emily Lyman-Osborn. Beloved wife and mother. Missed by all who knew her."
"Oh...is this is your...?"
"My mother's grave, yeah. It's been a very long time I visited here."
"Really?"
"Yep...Dad didn't want to come for years. So I came here in secret."
"In secret?", Miles raised his eyebrows.
"I know it sounds stupid...but you see, I have never seen my mother. She died when I was born and Dad was heartbroken. He buried his sadness for years and wanted to erase her out of our lives. No talking about her, nothing. It's like she never existed", Harry told.
"I guess that sounds kinda natural, I mean kinda. But avoiding the topic makes things only worse. When my father died, Mom told a lot about him just that I won't forget him."
"That's what I think. But every time I tried to suggest the visit here, Dad snapped at me. So I decided to visit in secret, without telling him. I revealed the truth only then when our relationship changed for the better."
"Okay. What did he think about it?"
"Well, to tell the truth, he wasn't happy about it, not at all. He was a bit mad, disappointed and sad that I acted behind his back. But when I explained my pov, he eventually understood."
Listening, Miles watched as Harry settled a bouquet of white lilies on the tomb. Then the duo just stood there side by side in complete silence.
"So...what happens now?"
"I wish I knew...", Harry muttered. Miles had no idea what was going on between him and Ock.
And that shall remain. I can't risk Dad's life.
"Hmm...maybe we should get back to your house. It's dangerous to be out here."
"You go ahead. I'm staying here for a moment."
"You sure?", Miles asked.
"Yeah. Don't worry, I'll be fine", Harry smiled.
"Well if that's what you wish...I try to contact Peter and ask how they're doing. I wait for you at the parking lot."
"Right", Harry answered as he was left alone. Turning to look at Emily's grave, sudden grief flushed over him. When Norman was away, he felt so much pain, longing, and loneliness. And even if his father was cured, but sometimes Harry felt insecurity. Left alone at such a young age had made him careful. His mother was dead, and grandfather a total psycho.
One big happy family...
But of course, now things were much better than then. When Norman buried himself in his work before, Harry was able to come and go as he pleased. He didn't have strict orders, just to keep his grades in balance. That didn't mean his father didn't care for him, sure he did. But he was always too busy with his business deals and running his company that spending time with his son wasn't the main thing. And when The Gobby was on the loose, Harry had to do and take care of everything alone. Go to school, pay the bills (not that he had troubles with money), make food for himself, keep the house in order. And like that's not enough, but sometimes he spent nights after another by going through the courses of Oscorp, arranging meetings and informing the employees. Norman's bookkeepers had the main responsibility, but they often asked Harry for help. And thanks to them, Oscorp managed without its CEO during that time. Taking such a huge responsibility made Harry grow up fast but deep inside, he was still an unsure teenager, who desperately needed love and care.
And that's a kinda bittersweet feeling. Dad said he can't ever thank me enough...but I didn't want his compliments. I just wanted to get back to my normal life and have a father who cares for me.
Luckily, things slowly settled despite the rough beginning. Both Osborns searched for their place in their new awkward situation. And Harry could still remember their first argument about it.
After having a busy day at work, Norman headed home. He had a lot to arrange since he was gone for so long and that's why literally spent one week living in his office, trying to catch up with what had happened when he was The Gobby. But luckily, the damage wasn't as bad as he first thought.
"I'm home!", he opened the door.
"Hey Mr. O!", Peter passed Norman.
"Evening Peter. How are you?"
"I'm fine thanks. And you?"
"Better than ever. A lot of work to do, but I can handle it."
"That's nice. Hey Harry! Come on or we'll be late!"
"Coming coming!", Harry ran stairs down, holding a baseball bat over his shoulder. "Oh, hi Dad."
"Hi...where are you two heading in such a hurry?", Norman turned around as his boy passed him, following Peter to the door.
"Oh right. There's a baseball game in the neighboring city and Peter and I are going to see it. It will last quite late, so you don't have to stay up and wait for me. See ya..."
"Hold on, hold on!", Norman interrupted. "How long this so-called game exactly lasts?"
"Around midnight. But of course, traveling there and back again takes time, so I won't be back immediately", Harry replied. "But now, we really have to..."
"Oh no no no young man! You don't seriously think I'm allowing you to hang out in the middle of the night in a strange city? Forget it."
"Here we go again...Dad, it's fine. I can take care of myself. Plus, I have Peter with me."
"Perhaps, but you can never be too careful. I expect you back at eight a clock."
"Eight?!", Harry stared at his watch. "But then I'm only able to see half of the match!"
"And that will have to do. A place for a young boy like you in the evenings is at home, not wandering around the only god knows where", Norman shook his head.
"Well if that's a problem, then I can go to Parkers and sleep there over the night. Problem solved."
"Yeah, it's not really a bother sir", Peter said. But Norman did not warm up to the thought.
"I appreciate your offer Peter, but I really want Harry home. It's been ages since we have had quality time with the family."
"But...", Harry tried. No avail.
"No buts! Eight a clock, no more, no less. As a matter of fact, that shall be your new curfew. Just before the dark."
"You can't decide about it just like that! You have to ask me first!"
"Very well. Is seven a clock better then?"
"No..."
"Good. Then that's settled. And if you are not here by then, I will create even earlier time", Norman said. "Now, you may go."
Rolling his eyes, Harry stormed out of the door. Apologizing, Peter fleed after him.
*Hours later*
"Well looks like you made it", Norman said as Harry came home. "How was the game?"
"We lost", the annoyed teen dropped his baseball bat. "Or how would I know since I had to leave before the finale?"
"Well, you can read results from the internet. Now, go wash your hands. Dinner is ready."
"I'm not hungry", Harry fell on the couch. "Just give me some pizza, there's a slice left in the fridge."
"Certainly not", Norman said. "No pizza for an evening snack. It's not healthy."
"I have eaten that several times before. What makes this situation different?"
"Because this family starts to live a new life from now on. Healthier life. A safer life. And that means no junk food every day, spending nights in the city or playing videogames all day long. I have checked your blood counts and you suffer from a lack of vitamins. No wonder you look so pale."
"And still, I'm not dead. I lived with those habits for months. And I still breathe."
"Correction, you did but not anymore. From now on, I'm going to make sure you are taken care of. And it means strick day routines as well as getting a good night sleep like the teenager in your age needs."
"But what if I don't want to?! You can't just come and suddenly change everything! I have created my own life and habits because there was no choice! Any idea why?!"
"I know I let you down...and I know that you have maybe grown more independent when I was gone. But it doesn't mean that my parenting duty is done."
"And it definitely doesn't mean I'm just going to jump into this!", Harry protested. "As you said, I'm able to take care of myself now! After all, had to do it for months when someone was too busy with his criminal stuff! And I was left alone...again. Like I always I am..."
Rubbing his hands together, Norman sounded rather nervous. He tried to say something but got stuck in his words.
"Now what?", Harry looked really, really annoyed. "Don't tell me you can't face the fact. Well, you know what? Such is life."
"It's not that but I...I just...what I mean to say is that...I honestly don't know a better way to make things up to you than act as a father by making rules and protecting you. I'm sorry if I crossed the line, but..."
Face turning concerned, Harry stood up as Norman continued.
"I really wanna make things work between us. After all, you're my only family. Maybe I sound overprotective dictator, but if you only knew how dear you are to me. The most important thing in the whole world. And my dream is that you would feel the same. There's only you and me son since your mother...", Norman didn't finish. Smiling sadly, Harry walked to his parent.
"But Dad, you are the most important to me as well! I'm sorry if I was a bit rude but this all needs time to go on. We need to find our positions again. But I'm sure we are able to do so if we can discuss things."
"Sure we can. But remember, I'm still in charge."
"Yes, sir. Just give me at least some space."
"I will, but you can still expect that your freedom to come and go as you please will low. Just to show that I care", Norman ruffled his son's hair.
"You know what? Somehow, I think we are gonna create something rather interesting here Dad", Harry smirked. "Very interesting."
Those times made Harry smile. They were able to create a whole new chapter in their lives, filled with love and care. And that made him realize how desperately he needed his father. He missed him more than ever before.
"I know Mom...Dad can be as stubborn as a mule. But believe it or not, he is maturing. And maybe one day, he can speak about you again."
Tapping the tomb, Harry turned to leave. But could only get a few steps before heard a voice.
"How sweet. Talking to a bunch of dead guys now. How crazy you Osborns are?"
Turning around, Harry met Ock who leaned against one of the graves, eating some chocolate.
"What are you doing here?! Someone can see us!"
"Nah, don't worry. Your little sidekick is too far that could spot anything. Besides, I wouldn't be that stupid that Spider-Man and his annoying friends would surprise me."
"Ahah...well what gives me the honor to have you here with me today?", Harry asked sarcastically.
"I simply wanted to see how's my favorite boy is doing", Ock grabbed Harry's cheeks. "You really impressed me back there."
"I'm not your boy", Harry smacked Ock's hand away. "I'm only doing this because I have no choice."
"Well, that's better than nothing. Refusing is the main key to step out of your comfort zone. Who knows what we can make out of you!"
"You really are enjoying this, aren't you?", Harry said angrily. Ock chuckled.
"Perhaps...I just love your spirit. But you made a very bad mistake when tried to take the control. If I offer a deal, then I'm the one making the rules."
"I had to come up with something! Your wicked mind is so dark that it can't be trusted."
"But if you want to see Normie, you have no other choice than just do as I say. That's just how life is, sweetie."
"Like that's new...but if that's all, you may go. I will keep my part of this so-called "plan" and let you know when it's done."
"Oh, I know you will. Since I will find out if you won't...", Ock disappeared slowly into the woods. Feeling a cold shiver in his back, Harry whipped around and sprinted out of the graveyard, where Miles was waiting.
"I couldn't get a signal...I hope everything is okay."
"Nah, Peter is so self-confident that he will survive. And he has loud mouth Flash and the speedy Vulture with him. Let's just go back" Harry started walking.
"I really hope you're right...but are you sure you're feeling okay? You were quite a long time back there."
"Nah, just dwelling in some memories. Trust me, I'm fine. As a matter of fact, maybe we could pay a visit to Alex. I bet he would love to have some company", Harry nodded.
"Hmm...well, why not. He deserves it since he has helped us so much. Okay, I'm in", Miles agreed. Smiling back at him, Harry began to walk, dark eyes following his every move from the shadows...
-o-o-o-
"Mrhh...I wonder how long we are gonna drive", Flash leaned against the wall. "We've been sitting here for hours!"
"I was wondering the same thing", Toomes nodded. "We haven't stopped since."
"I really hope this isn't a trap. Otherwise, I know who to blame for!", Flash turned to Peter who sat calmly.
"It's not a trap. You just have to trust my word."
"Like that's helping...no offense Pete but trusting you right now is really a low go. You have been very strange and I'm not sure if you are capable to lead..."
"Well I certainly won't soon be if you keep yapping about all over again", Peter hissed, taking his mask off. "Man, it's so hot in here..."
"And the smell...", Flash grunted. "Like Triton after the shower. That fishy smell..."
That lame notion made Toomes laugh. Peter revealed a little smile.
"But anyway, what do you think these boxes keep inside?"
"Something shattering. Like glasses or something. Maybe Ock is needing them for the minerals", Peter pointed out.
"Oh, so you now admit this can be one of his traps?", Flash asked sarcastically.
"Anything is possible! Do you really think I want to do this?! Well, let me remind you of our friends who are trapped! If we don't clean this mess up, who will?!"
"Boys", Toomes said. "Please, no fighting. We don't need any arguments right now."
"Tell him that...", Flash said and both him and Peter crossed their hands, turning gazes away from each other. Their friendship was clearly inflamed, Flash was starting to receive his former bullying traits and Peter was the target. Only this time, the fight wasn't one-sided.
"Speaking of...I think we stopped", Toomes stood up. "At least we aren't moving anymore."
"You're right...", Flash stood up as well. "Finally we are getting out of here!"
"Prepare yourselves", Peter put his mask on. "In case they will notice us."
Hiding behind the boxes, the trio waited. They heard steps around the car, but nobody came in.
"Are they there yet...?"
"Idk...let's have a look", Spidey muttered, walking to the door and opened it a bit.
"No one in sight...let's go before we are seen!"
Jumping out of the car, the trio ran behind the frozen trees. From there, they were able to see the whole area.
"Okay...where are we?", Flash looked around. "I don't recognize this place."
"Me either...", Toomes said.
"But I do...look! That's an old power station which ran out of business years ago. I fought against Electro here once with my old team. But why they came here...?", Spidey wondered.
"Well, looks like they are driving those cars there", Toomes said. "In from those big gates. Shall we follow?"
"Yeah. I smell something nasty", Spider-Man webbed after the trucks.
"Why he has to be so reckless?!", Agent Venom ran behind him.
"Don't ask me", Vulture flew beside his ally. "I only hope we won't get caught."
"So do I..."
*Moment later*
"Luckily we found this plughole", Spidey crawled first. Flash hit his head against the roof since he was so big.
"Ouch! This better work or I'm gonna..."
"Quiet!", Peter interrupted. "I can hear something."
"Like what?"
"Listen..."
"Took you long enough! Somebody could have seen you!"
"Sorry boss. But we tried our best."
"Well, you should try harder!"
"That doesn't sound very friendly...wait. I know that voice! Isn't...?!"
"Yep...look, there's some kind of grating. Let's see if...", boys crawled to it and looked down. Under them was a huge storeroom, having high box walls everywhere.
"What is that...?!", Flash stared.
"I have no idea...but it looks like they are storing something in here. And look who's leading the operation", Peter pointed with his finger Taskmaster who stood in front of the working soldiers, hand crossed and looked rather pissed.
"Come on, we don't have the whole day! So move it!"
"Yes, yes..."
"What Taskmaster is doing here?", Toomes asked. "I thought he fleed after Ock was caught."
"That's what Fury told us. But apparently, his guess was wrong", Flash answered. "But I don't see any sign of Crossbones anywhere."
"Maybe he's not here", Peter said. "But I think that is not our main concern anymore. Besides Kraven, but Ock is working with Taskmaster as well. And that's a bad thing."
"Very bad. I still remember how he chased me, Danny and Harry. Nasty business, nasty."
Watching how the villain group kept working, boys waited until they were ready. Examining the boxes, Taskmaster shook his hands.
"Hmm...looks like everything is in order. Fine, you know what to do next! And don't mess up anything!"
After getting a nod from his employees, Taskmaster left the room. Soldiers put the last remain boxes down and left as well, closing the doors.
"There they go...now what?", Toomes asked quietly.
"What do you think? We will investigate", Flash opened the grate, jumping on the floor.
"Flash, get back here!", Peter called. "Before somebody comes!"
"Don't worry, I'll be fine! Risks must be taken if we are gonna get somewhere!"
Shaking his head at Toomes, Peter landed down as well.
"Okay, so what are we exactly looking for?"
"Anything. Let's split up", Peter said and his friends went in different directions. Walking to the nearest box pile, he began to investigate.
Hmm...
Shaking the box, Spider-Man heard that same shattering sound. Deciding to have a better look, he searched for something to break through the wood. Then, noticed a crowbar on one of the shelves and grabbed it. Putting it under the deck, he began to push.
"Arrrhhh so heavy..."
"Needing any help?", Vulture landed next to him.
"Yes, if you would..."
"Let me see", he grabbed the crowbar. "This one?"
"Yep."
Stepping aside, Peter waited as his taller friend pushed the box. And it wasn't really hard for him to get it open.
"Here you go", Vulture stepped back, letting Peter see the content. The box was full of little glass bottles, filled with some red liquid.
"What's that?", Toomes asked. "Blood?"
"Doesn't smell like it...", Peter answered. "And my sense is not acting, so maybe it's not that dangerous. Let's see what else we have here."
Opening several boxes, the result in them was the same. That made the duo confused.
"I don't understand. Where this all is needed for?", Toomes rubbed his head.
"I wish I knew...but whatever it is, can't be anything good. I think we better keep going", Peter put one of the bottles in his pocket. "Where's Flash?"
"Over here! Come quick!"
"God, I hope he has not gotten into trouble...", Spidey ran, Vulture following closely behind. They met Flash in the hall, standing in front of the most remote shelf.
"Did you find anything?", he asked. Peter showed him the bottle.
"Uuhhh...what is that?"
"No idea, but not blood. I will examine it once we get out of here. But what is that you wanted to show us?"
Not answering, Flash pointed a large box in front of him. It was taller than the rest of its neighbors.
"That's interesting," Peter tapped the box. "Any idea what it keeps inside?"
"No idea. But there's only one way to find out!", Flash rubbed his fist, excited. "Who wants the honor?"
"I can do it", Vulture said, revealing his claws. "Are you ready?"
Nodding, Flash and Peter waited as Toomes yanked the box. It was nailed up pretty tight, but eventually, the deck gave up.
"Ewww!", Flash grabbed his nose. "What smell!"
"Yeah...", Peter held his nose as well. "It's okay Toomes...we're ready. Show us."
Looking unsure, Toomes removed the deck aside. And what the trio saw...made them gag and stare, eyes wide open.
"Oh hell no...", Flash held his mouth. "I think I'm gonna be sick!"
"Me to...what is this Spider-Man?!", Toomes waved his wings in front of his face, gulping.
"I...I don't know!", Peter shook his head. "I seriously don't know! And even if I did..."
"GROSS!"
-o-o-o-
*Boston*
"Can we see him?"
"Yes, the visiting hour starts right about now. Here's his room number", the receptionist gave the piece of paper.
"Thanks", Harry smiled and he and Miles went to the elevator and headed up.
"It's been quite some time we last saw him", Miles said. "Doctors says he is recovering nicely."
"I'm really happy. Thanks to Alex, we were able to discover many secrets from that flash drive. I'm still mad how he was attacked...", Harry said angrily.
"That's how Ock is. Luckily your grandfather won't be here to surprise us anymore. One trouble less."
"Yep. And I really hope he will stay locked up. Thank god he doesn't know where Dad and I live now. If he did, uhh..."
Smiling, Miles led the way through the corridor. While Harry walked behind him, he felt really awful.
"You're okay Harry?"
"Yep...I just don't like hospitals that much. Reminds me of those times Dad was in here..."
"I see...well, let's get this out of the way quickly. Here", Miles stopped in front of the door. "He should be in here."
"Okay, well what are we waiting for?", Harry knocked on the door.
"Yeah?", a tired voice answered. Opening the door, boys stepped into the room where Alex lay in the bed.
"Oh Miles and Harry! What a surprise."
"Nice to see you too bud", Miles walked next to the bed. "How are you?"
"Recovering", Alex said. "I can't remember much though. I still have the bump to prove it."
"I'm so sorry you got attacked", Harry apologized. "Here, I brought these for you", he offered a bunch of snacks. You deserve them as a reward for your hard work."
"Ah...thank you", Alex took the bag. "So, have things improved since we last saw?"
"Yes...and no", Miles sighed. "I mean that Ock is still missing, but Peter, Flash, and Toomes are chasing Crossbones. We were attacked by Kraven, who is obviously in his team as well."
"Oh dear...that isn't good, not at all! I really hope boys are able to find some answers. That flash drive gave really nothing...and the minerals were stolen as well. I'm sorry...", Alex closed his eyes. Harry bit his lip...he couldn't tell that he already knew where those stones were. Ock warned him to keep quiet about their little chats, otherwise, Norman might suffer.
"Well, I'm sure things will solve out. But you really have done a lot", the nervous Osborn patted Alex's shoulder. Miles was starting to get suspicious...Harry acted pretty strangely.
What is going on...?
"Thanks, Harry, I really appreciate it. I hope your father is found soon."
"Yeah..."
"Look um how about we get some air? It's really hot in here", Miles stood up. "I can open the window."
"Sure, why not", Alex said and Miles pushed the window open. "Aaah, the fresh breeze...I really miss New York you know. And my Mom as well as our friends..."
"I know, I miss them too. But I'm confident things will solve out", Harry said. "We just have to keep trying."
"Agreed. I'll be back on my feet as soon as I'm getting out of here", Alex smiled. At the same moment, powers went out.
"Great, now what?", Miles tried the lighting bolt. "Jeez, no lights!"
"What happened?", Alex wondered.
"I don't know...maybe we should try to find someone", Harry suggested. "Can you walk?"
"I guess", Alex stood up from the bed. "If you help me."
"I will help you", Miles supported him. "Lead the way, Harry."
Coming to the corridor, the trio saw no one. Lights were off from there as well.
"Strange...where is everybody? My sense isn't picking up anything", Miles muttered.
"Weird indeed...let's try the elevator", Harry ran to it, pushing the buttons. "No, nothing. Oh, looks like there are stairs. Let's use them instead."
*Moment later*
"Seriously, where is everyone?! It sounds like the whole place is...empty", Miles said.
"Maybe everyone went to look for a shelter. Ah, my head...", Alex said. "Let's hurry."
Arriving in the hallway, boys pushed the doors open. And when they saw the view, stopped. The whole staff of the hospital, as well as other patients, were frozen with the very familiar and ugly way.
"Whatta...what happened in here?!", Miles stared, then his sense went on. "Wait a sec...I feel something! You better take cover guys! I..."
"Wonderful, wonderful!", loud clapping cut the boy off. Landing on the floor from the shadows, Ock straightened himself and smiled evilly.
"No way...OCK!", Miles gasped as Harry and Alex backed down a bit. "What are you doing here?!"
"Nice to see you too arachnid caricature. Missed me?"
"Hell no! You have caused us lots of troubles! But now I'm gonna make you pay!"
"Heh...and how exactly were you going to do that? You are all alone."
"Never mind that! I just send a signal and..."
"With this?", Ock showed Miles's communicator.
"Yes...but how...?!"
"I have my ways. You just are way too naive to see them."
"Shut up! Harry and Alex, run! I will handle this idiot!", Miles put his mask on. Ock began to laugh.
"Hah hah hah! You can't seriously think I'm gonna fight against a worm like you? Give me a break! Besides, you aren't the reason I came here."
"What are you saying?!"
"Perhaps you should ask that from your friend...right Harry?", Ock eyed the young man. Turning to look at him, Alex and Miles saw how Harry hid his gaze.
"What...what is he talking about?! Harry...?!"
"Oh, nothing much...just how easily he was willing to betray you so that could see his father. This all is part of our plan. Pretty, nice huh?", Ock grinned.
"I didn't agree to anything like this! I was only supposed to demand some information from Alex, without innocent people getting involved!", Harry said angrily.
"But you especially told me being so fed up with Parker that a little flick it wouldn't do any harm. Or am I wrong?"
Biting his lip, Harry turned his gaze away from Ock. Miles again was stunned, surprised and angry.
"Harry, how could you do something like this?! You can't possibly hate Peter so much that taking Ock's side would be a good idea for revenge!"
"I'm not taking his side! He just appeared to my house after I chased Flash and Toomes off. He threatened me, Miles! What I should have done?!"
"Pardon me, I didn't exactly threaten you. I only offered you a deal and you took it. Don't take this out on me", Ock washed his hands out of the mess.
"Deal...what deal?", Miles asked, shock in his voice.
"Ock...he offered me a chance to speak with Dad if I agreed to assist him in a few things. But nothing more!"
"You spoke with Norman?! Where is he then?"
"I don't know! I only got a letter from him back at the beach house and then Ock told me I could see him if I obey quietly. That's why I couldn't say anything! But I really don't want to harm you, Pete and others. Honestly!", Harry assured.
Miles wasn't sure what to think. He kinda understood Harry's desperation and that it maybe clouded his judgement...but on the other hand, backstabbing his friends like this slashed the young spider's heart.
"I...I still can't believe you can even consider such a move Harry. Even if I miss my Mom, but I would never turn my back on my friends because of it. Especially like this, siding with my enemy. And look at where it led!", he pointed the frozen group. "These people suffered because of your reckless decisions."
Feeling really, really awful now, Harry turned away completely. Suddenly, Ock began.
"Well what's done, is done. Anyway, I'm really proud of your obedience Harry. Only one little thing to do before everything here is ready...", he grabbed a gun from his pocket and shot Miles in the back. Screaming painfully, the boy landed on the floor, blacking out.
"Miles! MILES!", Harry screamed. "What did you do to him?!"
"Don't worry, he's not dead. But won't wake up for a long time."
"This...this is not what I wanted! I never wanted my friends to get hurt! I told you!"
"Sacrifices must be done for greater good dearest", Ock grinned. "And besides, you shouldn't be so sad! You kept your promise and that's one step closer to see Normie."
Not answering, Harry looked away. Patting the boy's shoulder, Ock approached Alex.
"And as for you...you shall come with us. I have something very special planned for your brains."
Hearing how his friend screamed and tried to escape, Harry closed his eyes tightly. This was a total nightmare.
I didn't ask for this...I didn't!
"Come on, stop daydreaming!", Ock elbowed him. "We still have the stuff to do and time runs."
As his enemy headed towards the entrance while hanging the screaming Alex in his tentacles, Harry wasn't able to move. He just shivered and squeezed his fists. Tears rolling down his cheeks, he could only think about one thing.
What I have done?!