Peter woke up with a bleeding headache. He tried to stand up but got tired after trying a while so he lumped back onto the bed.

Finally, after lying there and staring at the ceiling for at least a few hours, Peter sat up and leaned on the wall. He looked to his right and saw a note on the table. Peter picked up and the note and a smile spread on his face as he read it.

"It's from MJ," he thought happily, "This sickness sure paid off!

"Let's see what she wrote.

"Peter, I would have stayed home with you if I could. But I have to attend a reading for a role. You understand. Sorry, I'll make it up to you when I get back ^^. Love, MJ!"

Peter held the note close to his heart as he drifted off into his own little dream world.

"Love...That means she still loves me, even after what I had said to her.

"But why MJ, why do you trouble yourself?"

Somehow, despite all these, Peter still felt relief. Of what, he did not know.

Peter neatly folded the note and put it in his drawer. Then his eyes fell onto the open diary. Now he remembered, he was writing in it last night (afraid that he might forget everything in the morning, which did happen) and fell asleep while doing so. Peter quickly disregarded a disturbing thought that MJ had read some of it. If she did, then she would've known everything. But then again, MJ is not a nosy person...not when it's none of her business.

Peter grabbed a pen, and started to finish the entry when he realized that he had no idea what he had been thinking the last night. Peter decided he'd read the whole thing again and try to get a feel of what had been going through his mind then.

Dear Mom and Dad,

The weirdest thing happened to me tonight. I was swinging around minding my own business ^^ when something crazy attacked me. IT ATTACKED ME!!! I mean, it's been awhile since that had happened. Not since that crazy old fart Green Goblin had I ever been ambushed before. And the strange thing is, just when I had though that my life was over, I lived! I'm thankful for it, but WHY?

I wasn't even injured last night, if you don't count the marks caused by those tentacles or whatever they were injuries. But I feel different...it's like there's something inside of me. My heart's telling me something's wrong but my Spider-sense isn't sensing it, which is definitely weird.

But, other than that I'm fine. I hope it's just a nightmare that'll pass away as suddenly as it came.

That was where he had left off. Peter bitted on the end of the pen as he struggled to find what he was gonna write before he dozed off. Peter finally gave up in the end and just wrote,

It feels nice talking to my familiars. Bye.

Even though it was just spinning some web, Peter felt so tired after he secured his diary onto the floor beneath his bed. So he just laid back.

"What was that thing?

"Was it a trap? Or just a threat telling me not to mind their business (whoever they might be)?

"Well either way, it's succeeded so far. I'm feeling like crap right now.

"Sorry New York, you gotta mind your own business today!"

The phone rang the same instant he finished his thoughts. Peter yawned and stretched his hand out to reach the phone and answered it after some serious coughing.

"Hello. Peter's speaking."

Nobody answered it, right away. After a few seconds, (Peter wasn't planning on repeating himself, not while he's sick.)

"Are you ok Pete? You sound different!"

"Yeah I'm fine actually. It's nothing serious," Peter instantly recognized the voice as Harry's, "So is everything ok with you Harry?"

"Yeah, everything's just fine." Peter thought he sounded a bit constrained, "Well, I was planning on calling MJ but since you answered it, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Try me!"

"It'd better not be 'Peter, kill Spider-man for me!'" Peter snorted at his own joke, and luckily it probably sounded like a cough to Harry through the phone.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Harry sounded concerned, "Well anyway, I want you to set up a meeting with Spider-man for me Peter!"

Peter was speechless. He had never expected Harry to say those words. Not while his secret identity was still...secret.

"Why...What makes you think I can do that?" he asked Harry, carefully choosing each word, afraid he might reveal himself somehow.

"Well, I do read the Daily Bugle Peter; I know you're probably the only one who Spider-man trusts. I'm not forcing you to do anything against your will. I just want to talk to him."

"But you said that he killed your father. Even knowing how much pain you're in, I can't let you destroy New York's only hope Harry...not yet!"

Harry snorted, "I promise you Pete. I just want to talk to him, for now."

"I'll see what I can do for you, but I never promised you to have it done Harry!"

"Thanks. And when MJ gets home tell her..." Harry paused.

An uneasy silence fell between him and Peter. They both loved MJ. And they both had stolen MJ from each other once. Therefore, it was usual for them not to talk about her.

"Forget it," Harry continued, "Just remember what I had asked you Pete. Talk to you later."

With that Harry hung up the phone. Peter sighed and hung up his end too. His head was still aching, with his mind swirling around even he couldn't think straight.

"Well, you asked for a meeting Harry? You got one!"

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Harry hung up the phone wondering if he'd made the right decision. Harry knew what he had to do now, and what it would cost him. But he did not have many choices available.

He wished that he still had that suit, the one that his father had been working on before he was killed, by Spider-man, as the Green Goblin. Harry still couldn't understand why his father had taken that road, to become a murderer. He had almost killed Harry and MJ that day at the festival.

"What was he thinking? What'd made him undergo that change?"

All these questions would never be answered. Not when the only one who can answer them was dead.

Harry had recently found out that his father had a pet project. He, Norman Osborn, was creating what's possibly the greatest creation ever. He was working on an organic suit that seemed to have a mind of its own. Only after thorough researches, Harry had found out that his father had somehow got hold of a sample DNA taken from an alien (where? He did not know! How? He did not know either!) and had used it along with Spider-man's own DNA to create this suit.

This suit was to be the ultimate creation. It would grant the wearer inhuman strength and other abilities. It had been Harry's only hope of defeating Spider-man. But it was gone now. Stolen from him just like his father.

Harry wanted to kill Spider-man himself. Now that the suit was lost, he still didn't want to leave Spider-man to that girl, Sarah was her name. He still desired the satisfaction of avenging his father's death. Now more than ever, he wanted to prove that he was living up to his father's expectation. This was what his father would have wanted him to do. Vengeance would taste so sweet for the first time.

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Sarah paid the man for the hotdog with what she had left. She had tried to get back into his house to get some money but she was too smart to have done that. That was why Sarah had been lingering around the city for the past few days, feeding out of the kindness of other people or with the little money she had left.

She had seen him, Spider-man. She had been there, watching him, preying on him like a vulture. She had wanted to find out for herself what kind of person he was, and she had succeeded. He was a hero, that's what he was. Not a hero straight out from a comic book. He was a real life hero. He had had to make several choices that night that you would not see a comic hero doing often.

"But if what that fat guy said was true, he killed my father."

This was a tough decision for Sarah. Would she be satisfied by killing her father's murderer and at the same time let other innocents die? She had never been taught how to deal with these situations. The choice was hers to make, but it'd affect other people's lives if she made the wrong one.

Sarah cleared her mind of the troubling thought and focused on what she'd seen the night before. She still couldn't believe that it had happened before her very eyes. But the fact was that it had happened. She had been watching Spider-man up to the point where he fainted. Then she had witnessed the impossible.

For one moment, she had thought that the 'thing' had swallowed Spider-man, but then it wasn't there anymore. It just, disappeared. All she remembered was a blinding light radiated from the thing for just a blink of an eye. Spider-man was perfectly fine.

Back then, Sarah could have killed Spider-man while he was sleeping, but it would just make her what she hated the most. She had let him live and she was confident that she could do that again.

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