Chapter 2: The Voice

'Osbourne!!'

The voice woke Harry from a fitful sleep.

            "What!?" he demanded loudly. "Who are you!?"

The voice chuckled. Funny, he couldn't hear it with his ears… the voice was inside of him…

            'The same someone that contacted your father not too long ago…'

            "My father!?" Harry exclaimed.

            'Your father was the Goblin! He had power, Harry! Such wonderful power that he almost took out Spider-man!'

            "Spider-man!" Harry said in fury, lashing out at the wall. "I swear he will pay!"

The voice chuckled again. 'It may be easier than you think…'

            "What do I have to do?" Harry asked.

            'Your father's lab, Harry. Get there.'

            "How!?"

            'I shall loan you some power… a preview, if you will…'

At that moment, Harry's bones began to ache… and then they felt as if they were on fire. Harry screamed in agony.

An orderly rushed in. "Osbourne! What's all the noise for!?"

            'Take him out,' the voice hissed. 'Take him out and the pain will stop…'

Harry got to his feet, gritted his teeth, and leapt at the orderly. He fell backwards into the hall. With inhuman strength, Harry bashed his head repeatedly against the cold tile floor. When he didn't move anymore, he grinned, and took off for the exit. It felt good.

            Dark storm clouds rolled in, bringing with it a loud clap of thunder. Mary Jane jumped. "Oh no, not now…"

There was another clap of thunder, and with it came a down pour. She squealed, and lifted her purse over her head. She sprinted down the soaked streets, stopping at an alleyway. THE alleyway, where she had first kissed Spider-man. She knew it wasn't safe, but maybe if she ran, she'd be okay. Plus, it did cut about ten minutes out of her way. She ran down the alley, pretty fast for someone in heels, and was almost out of it when someone grabbed her arm.

            "Oh God…" she whispered. She prayed that Peter's face would come into view, but it didn't. A man in his late thirties, with soulless brown eyes and stubble on his face grinned at her.

            "Where are you off to, Princess?"

She couldn't answer if she wanted to. One of his hands was clamped over her mouth. She was scared, and she was getting soaked. He roughly threw her to the ground, and lay on top of her, his hands roaming all over her body.

            "Get off of me!" she yelled.

Then she heard a choking sound, and the man flew backwards off of her. She scrambled up. Just as she hoped, Spider-man was there, his webbing wrapped around the man's throat. Spider-man pulled on it tighter, and the man went into unconsciousness. He quickly wrapped him up in some more webbing, and left him for the police.

Mary Jane sat off to the side, her knees up to her chest, staring at the ground. She looked up when he stood in front of her.

            "Are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded solemnly.

            "Let's get you out of the rain, huh?"

She stood up and circled her arms around his neck. "Thank you," she whispered.

            "Don't mention it," he said, and they were off.