Chapter 2

Not even halfway through the bus trip, Harry heard a voice coming from behind the back. Harry looked behind him. There were indeed kids in the back but none of them were screaming. Then it hit him; the voice was coming from outside the bus. Harry opened his window along with the rest of the kids. It was a scrawny-looking boy with glasses, short shaggy hair and a black Jacket. Harry couldn't see the boy clearly since the bus was so far away, so he squinted at the figure until he saw who it was. It was Peter Parker. Peter was a boy in Harry's physics class. He was a bit of a nerd and usually got bullied. He and Peter had been friends since childhood. Peter, like Harry, had a complicated family history. This is what kept the two boys so close together.

"STOP THE BUS!" yelled Peter, who was still sprinting after the bus. Harry felt that he had to do something. He knew how much Peter loved science and didn't want him to miss out on this golden opportunity. Harry jolted out of his seat and rushed towards the bus driver.

"Can't you see that kid chasing after us?" yelled Harry. The driver looked in his mirror and saw Peter running after the bus. He immediately stopped the bus and opened the bus doors. Peter stepped in and searched for a seat.

There were a lot of kids giggling and staring at Peter in a "look at that dork" sort of way. Harry could tell that Peter was embarrassed and upset. Harry walked over to Peter and lead him to his seat. Once all the students had cooled off, the bus continued its journey to the science exhibition.

"Pete, are you okay?" asked Harry, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Peter replied, panting.

"Okay. Just sit down and rest. We're nearly there," Harry informed him.

Meanwhile at Oscorp...

Max Dillon make his way to the electrical sector of the lab, entering through the automatic doors.

"Dillon, you're late!" cried out a scientist.

"I am so sorry sir! The trains were like... crazy this morning," Max replied. The scientist chuckled.

"It's okay, Dillon!" the scientist assured, sarcastically. "It's not like it's your first time, isn't it? Come on, guys, let's go."

"B-But you can't just leave me here by myself-"

"You know what you have to do, Dillon!" said the scientist, coldly. Max was now alone.

Max was a pale man with jet black hair who wore a pair of glasses. He didn't have a lot of friends apart from his overprotective mother who was sick at home. He also had a reputation for being a dork who was often late to work. Despite his faults, however, Max wasn't a bad person. He had a good heart and cared about others. He just wished that they cared about him to.

Max walked over to the electric eels tank. The rare species of eels were deadly. Enough bites or strikes from these deadly eels would result in injury, mutation and even death...

"Let's check up on you guys," Max said to the eels. He looked in the tank to see what they were doing. Max took note of their behaviour. "Okay, it's time to feed you guys." Max noticed that the tank was wide open, which would make it easier for the eels to escape. "Better go close that up." Max walked up the stairs to the tank's control panel, which was located right above the tank itself.

Max pressed some buttons on the control panel, but the tank refused to close. He then noticed that the wiring was unplugged. "What the hell?" Max muttered. Being a dedicated worker, Max decided to plug the wires back together. After successfully plugging the wires back in place, the tank began to power up. Max was about to close the tank until...

"ARRHHGGG!" screamed Max. The control panel had been rigged! Max was being severely electrocuted! It felt as if his bones were on fire. Due to the pain, Max lost control of his body and fell straight into the electric eel tank below. The eels began biting Max. Max thought he was a goner. The pain only stopped when the tank blew up, causing the eels to spread everywhere.

Those eels gave birth to another Max...

A darker one...