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RAVENCROFT INSTITUTE FOR THE CRIMINALLY INSANE
Usually, the so-called bad guys go to two main places; Rykers Island, which was about 11 miles from New York City, and the infamous Ravencroft Institution. The madhouse that held so many of the city's lunatics.
A terrifying asylum that was purposefully placed kilometers away from New York, away from the so-called sane people. Such an institute like this would hold such psychopaths and ill patients alike, and believe they could reinstate even the psychos back into society… with the right help.
Amid all the rain and harsh thoughts, a small yellow taxi drove near Westchester County.
Yet, there was a tall, slim man who walked out of the car and approached the front desk, deliberately asking to tour the area and interview one patient. The people in the front were hesitant, so he presented his credentials. He even claimed he was close to the situation in Hell's Kitchen, working in the New York Bulletin. They had to call over Dr. Kafka, and ask if she'd approve of this… which took her a bit of time to convince, till she approved of it.
She even led the tour.
The dark-haired therapist confessed, "We get little visitors here, so excuse me if I'm… surprised… Mr-"
"Mr. Romann"
"Oh, my apologies"
"Please don't apologize. There's no need for that. I just want to meet the boy and ask him a few questions for my paper. You'd understand. All in the sake of research"
"Of course, sir. Right this way, sir," she directed.
Moments passed, as spent touring through the institution before they reached their destination.
"Must say, you look very familiar. It's like I've seen you around before…" she mentioned.
"Really?"
"I can't really put my finger on it… It's the face, mostly…"
"I get that a lot," he smirked.
"Must be a compliment"
"It sure is," he smirked.
They walked past the patient cells and the blonde-haired man observed all the cells, filled with one maniac for another. Most of them paid no attention to the individuals who passed by them.
Till, to his surprise, one caught his attention. A wavy red-haired crazed man wandering around in it. The psycho has an incredibly skinny and uneasy demeanor. Some of his hair looked even pulled out. From his view, he could make out the scars on his hands and nose. Romann's eyes glared up to see the patient's name: Cletus Kasady.
Then Mr. Romann stepped toward the next cell and peeked at a built and sweaty spiky-haired man doing tons of pushups in his cell. He even grunted after a full set of pushups and seemed very driven. Even he paid no attention to the man in front of him and kept doing his rigorous pushups.
His name: Eddie Brock.
That name sparked something in Mr. Romann and left him in deep thought.
"Excuse me, Mr. Romann, are you alright?" she checked on him.
"Yes, I am"
"I know this can be a lot to take in."
"It is"
"Well, we're not far. So c'mon, follow me," she ordered, which he chased.
He strolled past the rest of the cells, which comprised Electro, a grizzled John Jameson, and other wining individuals. He let a small grin, sneering in a bit of joy at the sight of it.
Further down was Harry's cell, which the two individuals found the troubled boy sitting near the dirty mirror.
A reflection that was once comforting… now horrified him. There was even his spit, smeared on it. He couldn't look at himself, and forgiving himself had ways to go.
From having pushed his best friends away, to hurting the girl he loved, with the death of her father… which he ruthlessly caused. It all felt like a nightmare that came to life. Something he could do over all again but wouldn't, because he hurt too many people. The worst thing was believing his father was a misunderstood man, who was good at heart… even when his best bud insisted the opposite. And he nearly killed Peter because of his father… and his naivety.
Instantly, Dr. Kafka caught his attention with her presence.
"Harold, you have a new visitor," she acknowledged. Which his eyebrows raised by the mention of that.
'Wha- new? Mom already visited on Monday… Who'd want to visit me?'
"This is Mr. Romann, and he'll be interviewing you for the New York Bulletin… is that right, sir?"
"Yes, it is, ma'am"
"Well, I'll leave you to it. For precaution, please don't go too close to the cell," she warned.
"Of course, I'll keep that in mind"
The young lad gazed over to the figure with long blonde hair, blonde eyebrows and patchy stubble. When Harry's eyes scanned him, he looked like an average reporter, till… he stared at the man's eyes… his empty, disapproving eyes.
Once the doctor left them both, his entire demeanor transformed. His droopy posture straightened up in a blink of an eye.
"Wait… what?" Harry mouthed.
Then a little mischievous grin grew on the man's face and stared straight at Harry.
"I didn't think you had it in you, Harry. With that stunt you pulled out there weeks ago. But you proved me wrong… again. You're on a roll son"
"WAIT… WHAT THE FUCK!" he exclaimed.
"Watch the language, son," the father scolded.
"I saw you die! Peter- I mean… I meant… Spider-Man… he killed you," he stammered. He can't believe he slipped up that badly.
"First, nobody can kill me that easily, not even Peter. My death was merely a mirage. And look what it did, it pushed you to become the best man you can be"
"No, no, no… this isn't the best man I could be. I'm so much worse, cause of you!"
Norman could only villainously chuckle at that statement.
"You deserve to be in this place… with me," Harry uttered.
"No, I don't. And you don't either. Anyone who's telling you that is wrong," Norman asserted.
"Like you needing therapy. Dr. Hamilton was a bad joke to begin with," he added.
"Why would you do this to mom? She was crying for weeks," Harry acknowledged.
"Your mother… she was always the needy one"
"Probably cause you were so cold to her"
"I did my best… and, well, things got stale. She was good while it lasted"
"That's so BULLSHIT! I-I can't believe I looked up to you"
"I'm glad that you did. I really am. Look at what you accomplished…"
"I've done nothing"
"Don't sell yourself short, Harry… you've done everything for me"
"What"
"You haven't grasped it yet, have you? You were always the slow one. Well, with Silvermane, Master Planner, Kingpin, Tombstone, Hammerhead and every other crime boss out of the picture," He listed off.
"The criminal underworld is going to need a new king… And since I know your pesky friend is Spider-Man, it won't be hard to find him," Norman confidently acknowledged.
"Once he's out of the picture. Well, this city's going green real soon, which I have you to thank for, son," Norman deviously smiled.
Harry's eyes popped out their sockets, and his heart dropped. More than the feeling of confusion earlier, it's one of terror and demoralization. Harry can only imagine the horror his dad will cause onto New York City, and onto his best bud Pete.
Harry could only stare in horror at his father, Norman Osborn, as he walked away with a smile on his face… with the knowledge he knew… New York City's about to go green.
WUA-HAHAHA- HAHHAHAHAHAHHA!
THE END…