Once outside Oscorp, I was easily able to get the two of us inside, thanks to Norman. Using his knowledge of the place, I was able to avoid practically every incompetent security guard they had hired to watch this place. "Heh heh...if only the knew what a bang up job they were doing." I muttered sarcastically. "Letting a crazed psychopath wander the grounds." I chuckled from underneath the mask.
I heard Marian laughing quietly behind me as well as I rounded a corner, coming to a halt in front of the very room I had been looking for. Punching in the security code, the air-locked doors flew open, welcoming the two of us inside. I quickly walked over to a cabinet, flinging the doors open to reveal a flight suit very similar to my own...however this one was designed to fit the female anatomy.
"Voila!" I hissed, holding the green treasure out to the girl in front of me.
Marian stared at the suit for a moment, raising a suspicious eyebrow. "You actually made one of these for a woman? How politically correct of you." she smirked, snatching the garment from my hands, holding it up to her own body. "Well I believe without a doubt that this will look much better on me than yours does on you." she teased with a coy smirk, running a finger over the suit in her hands.
"Yes..." I said, watching her as I folded my arms across my chest. "Well General Slocum and his witless followers were trying to find everyway possible to break the contract with us before he was..." I paused, emitting a cold laugh, "so unfortunately taken care of. We thought it would be best to have a female version of the flight suit ready just in case they tried to throw a curveball at us!" I snapped slightly, hating even the mere memory of that jackass. "However," I smirked, forcing Marian's attention back on myself by grabbing her chin roughly, "this suit was never fully tested, it's only a prototype...I do hope it holds up for you!" I cackled, shoving her back a bit as I released her.
Marian reacted by doing nothing more turning her back on the Goblin, shooting him a smirk over her shoulder. "Hmm...I bet you do." she chuckled before suddenly turning to face the Goblin once more, her face now expressionless. "Now if you don't mind...I'd best be getting home, I promised a friend I'd have Thanksgiving Dinner with her and I don't want to be late." she said.
Before I knew what was happening, Marian had walked behind me, placing two slender arms around my neck and, with one hand, grabbing the chin of my mask like I had done to her earlier, almost forcing me to turn and face her.
"We'll get our kicks some other night." she said with a small, sly wink before turning and walking away once more.
Then it hit me, what she'd said earlier...Thanksgiving Dinner, I'd have to get Osborn...myself...over to Harry's apartment and quickly. "Damn!" I muttered under my breath. I looked back up at Marian, who was already exiting the lab, suit tightly in her grasp. "Some other time..." I countered with a chuckle as I too exited the lab.
Later in Peter and Harry's apartment...
"Sorry I'm late!" I said, walking through the door with a rather forced smile on my face, "Work was murder." I couldn't help but think of the irony of that statement as Peter's Aunt May approached me.
"I brought a fruitcake." I said, handing it over to her. I was finally myself again, Norman Osborn, but even so I didn't feel like myself, I felt more and more like the Goblin everyday. Even all of my thoughts began to reflect his.
"Dad! Dad this is Mary-Jane Watson." Harry said walking up, as he introduced me to a striking red haired girl. She gave me a polite smile and a nod. So, this was the mystery girl my son had been dating.
"M.J., this is my father, Norman Osborn."
I said nothing as I stared at the girl, my son could be so blind to the obvious sometimes. I glanced her over for a moment as everyone's attention was diverted to a sound coming from Peter Parker's room. Mary-Jane was beautiful yes, but probably only after one thing.
"Peter? Is that you?" Aunt May called, walking up the stairs to Peter's room.
"Pete?" Harry called, following after May, with M.J. and myself close behind.
I peered over the heads gathered outside of Peter's room, however there was no sign of the boy anywhere. I shoved past them all, walking into Parker's room. "Kind of a slob isn't he?" I declared with a light chuckle.
"All brilliant men are!" Aunt May countered, walking back down the stairs with Harry and M.J.
I looked suspiciously around the room once more before I turned to exit. I had taken no more than two steps when I heard a light dripping noise behind me.
"He's in here...Parker's in here!" the Goblin hissed in my head.
I narrowed my eyes as I turned around on my heel, surveying the apartment room once more. There was no sign of Peter anywhere. I quickly walked over and stood on the balcony outside of his room, glaring down at the city below me. What was I doing? I had almost completely allowed the Goblin to take over my own thoughts, the thoughts that were supposed to belong to Norman Osborn, not the Green Goblin.
Shaking my head with a disgusted grunt, I exited the room once more, walking down to join the others.
We had all just sat down to talk while we waited on Parker when the man himself strode through the door, a can of cranberry sauce in hand.
"Parker!" I said, standing up and giving the boy a fatherly sort of smile. "Good to see you."
"Sorry I'm late." Peter said, removing his jacket and handing the can to Aunt May. "I had to beat an old lady with a stick to get these cranberries." he joked, before taking a seat at the table.
Aunt May smiled as she brought over a turkey and the other items that were to go with our meal.
Everything smelled so good, I couldn't help but to want to get a little taste. I reached my hand out towards a dish, when....*smack*
"Norman!" Aunt May said, looking somewhat sternly down at me.
I simply stared back up at her, rather displeased about the whole thing, before I knew what was happening I found myself glaring at the old woman.
"Will you do the honors?" she asked, refusing to turn her gaze away.
I simply smirked, picking up the carving knife and fork and rubbing them together, sharpening up the tools.
"Peter! Oh my goodness, what happened?!" I heard Aunt May asking, as I turned to see what all the fuss was about I ran the carving knife and fork together rather loudly, staring open mouthed at the sight before me. A cut...a long cut on the same arm that I, as the Goblin, had given to Spider-man earlier. No...no it couldn't be possible...not Parker.
"A bike messenger. He clipped me as I stepped off the curb on my way home from the market." he said, shrugging slightly as Aunt May rolled up the sleeve of his shirt.
"H-how did you say you got that?" I asked, swallowing hard.
"Bike messenger." Peter started, looking at Norman. "He clipped my arm..."
He's lying! The Goblin hissed in my head, I knew he was right, Parker was lying and I had to get out of there and quickly.
I shoved the utensils down on the table, standing up and quickly leaving the table. "If you'll excuse me..." I said, grabbing my coat as I started to head out the door.
"Dad? Dad!" Harry called after me, chasing me out into the hallway. "Dad what are you doing? I planned this whole thing so you could meet M.J. and now you're leaving?" he asked, looking rather flabbergasted about the whole thing.
"A girl like that, you think she's hanging around you because of your personality?! Sure, even your mother was beautiful, they all are until they're sniffing after your trust fund liked a pack of ravenous wolves!" I snapped, stepping onto the rickety looking elevator.
"A word to the not so wise about your little girlfriend! Do what you have to with her then broom her fast!" I hissed, shutting the door and pressing the down button, leaving my son standing there looking shocked as I disappeared from his sight.
I later found myself back in my manor. I stood in the dark in my study, I loved the dark, my father had taught me to appreciate it when I was a child...the only light in the room was coming from a fire roaring in the fireplace.
The Goblin mask was placed on the edge of a large armchair, the flames casting dancing shadows around the room and on the mask only served to make things more eerie. The Goblin and I were in the middle of a conversation, one that I wasn't pleased with the direction of.
"No...no I can't do it." I said, turning my back on the mask.
"You have to!" I hissed back to Norman, watching him pathetically clinging to the mantel piece of the fireplace as he whined about not wanting to go after Parker.
Finally it looked as if he had weakened, like he'd given in.
"What do I do?"
"Think! What would hurt Parker, Spider-man, more than anything?"
Norman responded by simply giving me a blank stare.
"The heart Osborn! Go for the heart!"
Once more in Marian's apartment...
It was late by then, very late and Marian was in the middle of cleaning up after her own Thanksgiving celebration when a knock at the door came.
When she opened it, she discovered none other than the Goblin himself leaning casually against the frame of her door.
"Hello my dear...", I hissed, tossing a mask similar to my own into her hands. "Put it on...we're going out!"
Marian stared down at the mask in her hands before wordlessly turning around and heading for her bedroom. Once inside, she shut the door, quickly changing into her version of the flight suit and tying her long hair up in a braid. She stared at herself one last time in the mirror, before she slipped the Goblin mask over her own head. As she stepped outside, she did a sort of twirl, giggling slightly as she stopped in front of the Goblin. "Well?" she asked softly, looking up at him.
I simply cackled, grabbing her by the wrist as I forced her onto the back of the glider once more. "Perfect! We're going to pay a little visit to a friend of mine..." I said, laughing madly as I shot off towards the sky, my newfound partner grasping me tightly around the waist so as not to fall off.
We soon found ourselves outside Peter Parker's house, I could hear his Aunt's muffled voice from outside...she was reciting a prayer. How perfect.
Without another thought I tossed a pumpkin bomb at the window, shattering it upon contact. I laughed cruelly as Marian and myself glided into the room, most likely scaring the old woman out of her wits, she stopped her prayer though and right before my favorite line too!
"Finish it!" I snapped, pointing a threatening finger down at her. "FINISH IT!"
"...and deliver us from evil!" she said, staring up at me in horror.
"Heh heh heh!"
Marian smirked from behind her own mask, she'd never imagined how much fun it would be to work with someone like the Green Goblin! Unlike Norman, she had completely allowed her more sinister side to take over, leaving that other 'weakling' behind, she was of no use anyway. She could hear the sirens of the ambulances and the police cars coming and they were getting closer, obviously the neighbors heard all the commotion and had ratted the Goblins out.
"We'd be smart to get out of here..." I heard a voice hissing in my ear, I agreed. Casting one last evil look back at Aunt May, I turned the glider around, leaving the shaking old woman and a flaming wreckage behind me.
"Now that that's taken care off, all I have to do is lure Spider-man into my trap." I called back to my partner.
"Right...but when are you going to help me out Gobby my dear?"
"You?" I'd almost forgotten about her reason for being a part of the partnership. "Destroy Spider-man first then we'll get you what you need!" I shouted back, as I flew off to claim my next victim in my plan to trap a spider.