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Disclaimers in part 1

On with the show...

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Harry Osborn walked through the hallway of Oscorp, Norman Osborn's big corporation. Dressed in khakis and an off-white, long-sleeved shirt, Harry made his way towards the back of the Oscorp building where his father had set up his lab. Harry had never imagined that the day that he would have to go clean out his father's office would arrive so quickly.

Nevertheless, his father had been murdered. He had been murdered by Spider- man, the person that everyone in New York City was now calling a hero. He will pay, Harry constantly reminded himself. Spider-man will pay for what he did to me. Instead of seeing an image of Spider-man saving someone from danger, Harry saw an image of Spider-man laying his father down on the couch and then escaping through the open window. That image was burned into Harry's brain and he swore to never forget that scene as long as he lived.

Harry carried a couple of boxes to clean everything out and take back to his apartment. He was living by himself now in a small apartment that was on the outskirts of town. A few days passed after his father's death, when Harry realized that without the continual loans from his father, Harry would have to move out of the loft that he shared with Peter.

Harry wasn't sad that he had to move, however, now that he knew who Mary Jane Watson really wanted to be with. She wanted *him* all along, he thought on the day when he saw the two in the hospital room holding hands. And because of that, Harry didn't mind moving away from Peter.

He and MJ had never *officially* broken up, they had simply drifted apart. Part of Harry still hoped that there was a part of her, deep down inside that still wanted to be with him. Dream on, he told himself.

Harry stood in front of the doors outside of his father's office, taking a deep breath before beginning to turn one of the doorknobs. "Hello Harry," a stranger greeted him before Harry had the chance to open the door. Harry turned and looked at the middle-aged man who was quickly walking up to him. Harry suspected that it was one of the many men who worked for his father. "I'm Dr. Kellner, I worked for Norman."

"Good afternoon," he greeted politely. "I, uh, have just come to get a few things that were my father's." Harry opened the door and took a step inside.

"Oh, of course," he said, following Harry as he walked into the room. "Your father was a great man. He was an absolute genius, if I may say."

"Thank you."

"Well, if you need any help, please let me know."

"Thanks."

"Not a problem," the man replied, stepping away from Harry and turning towards the door.

Harry walked over to Norman's desk and picked up a few of his personal items...a picture frame, a paperweight, a few pens and pencils. God, this is stupid, Harry thought. There's nothing even here that he cared about. He sighed as he continued to fill the box.

"Is this all that he has?" he asked Dr. Kellner after he was finished cleaning out Norman's desk.

The doctor turned around, asking, "Have you been into his lab yet?"

"His...his lab?" Harry questioned. "I, uh, don't think so."

"Your father did all of his experiments down in that lab in order to keep that grant from the General," Dr. Kellner explained. He started walking to the doorway, motioning Harry to follow him. "He was working on something fantastic too, a supplement that would enhance a person's muscles over 100 percent."

"Did it work?" Harry asked, following the doctor.

"Well, I guess that we'll never know now. The project was canceled, Harry. Norman lost the grant, and the supplement was never tested on anything more than rats," Dr. Kellner explained. The two men were silent until they reached the doors leading to the laboratory. "Most everything was cleaned out after your father died, but there still may be some things in here."

Harry walked through the doors and started walking around the room. He noticed that the isolation chamber was cracked and destroyed, glass had shattered all over the floor of the room, and a few of the equipment stands had been broken. The room looked like a tornado had come through it. However, he walked over to a table in the middle of the room that was still standing. Three tubes of a green liquid sat on the table in between a large, metal clamp. "What is this?" he asked, picking one of the tubes off the table.

"Oh, that was the prototype to the supplement that he was working on," Dr. Kellner explained.

"And you say that no one knows if it works or not?" Harry asked.

"Well, I heard that some of the doctors wanted to take the chemical back to the formula," Dr. Kellner explained. "There were some trials that went wrong, one of the many reasons why they dropped the funding for the project. Norman just wasn't coming up with what they wanted quickly enough."

"Do you...drink it?" Harry asked, looking at the liquid.

"No, no...it is changed into a gaseous state and your body absorbs it. Why are you so curious, son?" he asked.

"Oh, no reason. I was just interested in what my father spent all his time doing here," Harry explained, looking at the capsule of green liquid that he held in his hand.

Truthfully, however, an evil plan was brewing in Harry's brain. This was what he could use to seek revenge on Spider-man. With this chemical in his body, maybe he would be able to avenge his father's death.



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That same night, Harry Osborn snuck back into Oscorp, determined to get his hands on those tubes of the muscle-strengthener. He didn't know how he would get the liquid into his body, but Harry knew that if this would strengthen him, maybe it would give him the prefect oportunity to kill Spider-man.

The guards were few in Oscorp since Norman's death, so Harry didn't have a problem getting into the lab. Once there, he walked over to the table and grabbed the green tubes of liquid.

"Okay, so...a liquid into a gas," Harry whispered to himself. "How would I do that?" He was no scientist; after all, that was his father's job. Peter wasn't around anymore to help him with science, so Harry was on his own.

Harry was clueless has to how he could get the supplement to actually work. The isolation chamber had been trashed so there was no way that he could get the gas to work that way. Even if the chamber did work, there was no way that he could operate it by himself.

Finally, Harry decided to give up on the idea of the gas. He pulled off the top of the container and stared at the liquid, deciding to be brave for the first time in his life. "Here's to you, Dad," he muttered, raising the glass tube as if it were a champagne glass. Closing his eyes and holding his breath, Harry took gulp after gulp of the green juice.

"Well, that wasn't so bad," Harry said after he finished the bottle. However, before he could take a step, his body began shaking. His muscles felt as if they were on fire. His legs felt as if he had dozens of charley horses, and his arms felt as if they were snapping in two. Harry fell onto his knees and then collapsed on the floor as he quickly gave into unconsciousness.



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Harry didn't know how long he was out. He wasn't wearing a watch and there were no windows in the lab. He slowly sat up, wondering what had happened. His head was throbbing, and Harry groaned as he felt the headache from hell quickly approaching.

Then he remembered -- his father's supplement. Had it worked?

Harry slowly stood on his feet and walked over to one of the desks that had been trashed. He grabbed a metal rod that lay on the floor and picked it up. As if he were Superman, he easily bent the rod into a horseshoe shape. "Amazing," he whispered to himself.

"Thank you Dad!" He screamed, raising his hands into the air. He could feel the new power coursing throughout his veins. Harry could feel his muscles tightening with new strength and power.

The experiment was a success. Now, all he had to do was find Spider-man.



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OK, in my opinion, this was totally unbelievable, and it didn't turn out like I thought it would *at* *all*. I don't think that Harry would have done this. Anyway, I needed some plot...so...yeah, there ya go!

TBC...

Maybe part 3 tomorrow and then I've got to deal with some real life!