Chapter 4

"Hey, Harry! You alright?" said a voice next to Harry, who was laying on the ground.

"Uh… yeah," replied Harry. Harry looked up to see Peter standing over him.

"Oh... hey, Pete. What are you doing out here?" Asked Harry, trying to sound as 'okay' as he could. But Harry knew he was not okay. He was FAR from okay. The spider that had bit him had made him feel weak and nauseous. But aside from that feeling, Harry felt stronger... stronger than he had ever felt before. This feeling had made him feel more determined than he ever had before!

"Oh, Flash and the gang started making fun of me and were calling me a nerd so I came out here to get away from them and I found you unconscious on the floor," answered Peter, in a quick and upset tone.

"Oh, okay," replied Harry. "I think I'm going to head home. I don't feel too good," Harry continued.

"Okay, then. See you tomorrow," said Peter, who walked back into the university. Harry called his dad, who was at work at Oscorp.

"Hey, dad. Can you pick me up at Empire State University? I feel really unwell."

...

Max walked through the streets of New York, feeling really confused and unwanted in the city. He didn't understand why everyone wanted to harm him. Max, who was wearing ripped clothes and bits of shattered glass, walked into a clothes shop for a new pair of clothes.

"I need some clothes," said Max, whose voice was deeper than before.

"Sure. What clothes were you after, sir?" asked the clerk as he glanced at Max's torn clothing.

"I don't know. I'll have a look." Max walked around the shop looking for a nice pair of clothes. He finally found a matching pair of pants and a shirt and made his way back to the counter. "I want to buy these," said Max.

"Ah, yes. Excellent choi-," - the clerk was staring straight at his TV screen, his eyes widened with shock. The clerk immediately took out his gun from below the table and aimed it at Max. "GET ON YOUR KNEES, NOW!" the man yelled as he pressed the red button on his table to call for security.

"W-what did I do?" asked Max, who was extremely confused.

"What did you do?!" cried the clerk. "Tell that to the TV!"

Max looked at the TV. The news was being broadcast. The title read:

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?

Name: Max Dillon

Last Seen: Morgue of New York City

A picture of Max was then displayed on screen. Max was very confused. He had not done anything wrong... at least... that's what he thought…

"Why does everyone want to hurt me?!" cried Max.

"I don't know, Max," replied the clerk. "You know, I should have known you were a criminal by the state of your clothing," the clerk continued. "I don't know what's going to happen to ya but all I know is that the police are gonna have fun with you."

"N-NOOO!" screamed Max. In a fit of rage a burst of electricity shot out from Max's hands and struck the clerk's chest. The clerk screamed in agony as he hit the wall behind him very hard.

"P-please don't kill me!" begged the clerk, who was lying on the floor in pain.

"If you had said that about two minutes ago, I would've listened to you," replied Max, coldly. "You see, it has come to my attention that everyone wants to hurt and possibly kill me. I am not sure why. Maybe because your system of justice in this city is a piece of shit? Maybe they are jealous of my powers? They have harmed me enough already. So in return, I will do the same to this city. Starting... with... you." Max then shot bolts of electricity at the clerk's head, killing him.

...

Harry had made it home alright. He still felt very nauseous and sick but not as much as he did before. Harry laid on his bed, but was not asleep. He was thinking about what Gwen had said earlier. Gwen had stated that the effects of the spiders were unknown but could possibly 'kill' a human being.

Harry was shattered.

He didn't want to die. He still hadn't found out what happened to his mom. He still hadn't graduated from high school. There were thousands of things Harry had not accomplished in his life yet. But Harry felt something... a spark deep down telling him that he would make it through this. Harry's fear was then overtaken by strength. He was not giving up on himself now.

Harry Osborn finally fell asleep…