Author's Note: Ooppsss…I wasn't aware there was a Scorpian villian. Neways,
I was planning to call my villian something else. And I guess this will be
the last post for the next 12 days. Exams approaching! Sorry!
FOUR
In a schizophrenic scene
I'm a mad creation
Dressed in black
Mutation
*Master Of Disguise-Lizzy Borden*
"You can't do that!" Harry exclaimed, pounding his fist on the table. He was shaking inwardly but he maintained his steely gaze on the oldest member of the Oscorp Board of Directors.
"Let's be reasonable, Harry. It is financially not advisable to keep funding the project the late Mr.Osborn had been working on. Unless your team of researchers come up with something improvised and concrete, the project will have to be shut down. The Board is unanimous on that decision."
"We'll see." Harry replied, softly but firmly.
*No one can bring down an Osborn so easily.*
* * * * * * * * * * *
WHUP!
Peter landed gracefully on the balcony leading to his room. He knows he risked being seen but he was in a hurry for class that morning, he forgot his keys again. He entered his room just in time to hear the
phone ringing below. He tore of his mask excitedly, hoping it would be Mary Jane. He was starting to miss her cheery voice. He slid down the hand rail of the stairs to reach the phone.
"Yeah?" Peter spoke into the receiver.
"Hey, Pete. Harry here."
Peter's heart sank. "Oh, hi! What's up?"
He hadn't seen Harry since the day he moved back to his father's mansion. Peter took it as a blessing because he was afraid sooner or later, his high school best friend will find out about his penchant for
swinging from one rooftop to the other.
"Well, I thought if you're not busy with a science project or anything of that sort, perhaps we could have dinner at the new Chinese restaurant between 8th and Main. How does 'moo goo gai pan' sounds to you?"
"Palatable."
"Great. So, I'll see you Wednesday?"
"Wednesday it is. And uh, Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"You…sound much happier."
"Well, you'll see on Wednesday." Harry hung up.
Harry was about to go and find Emily when the newspaper headline about Spiderman caught his eyes. He smiled to himself,*I never thought much about tabloid writers but J.J. seems to make good use of his head.*
Harry put on a suit. He slipped his ID card into the slot and punched in the code number. The metal doors to the lab slid open. His eyes scanned the whole place. There were rows of corked test-tubes and a
stack of folders on the desk. No sign of Emily. Harry sighed inwardly and was about to turn and leave when his eye caught sight of the gigantic scorpion kept in a special glass tank. Drawn by the shape and size of its exquisite form, Harry stooped down to admire the
creature.
Harry gently tap on the glass tank and the scorpion seemed to be able to follow the movement of his fingers. All of a sudden, the creature leapt towards him, causing him to fall back. In his attempt to gain his balance, Harry's arm knocked down several tubes of chemicals. The tubes broke releasing purple vapours. Inwardly cursing his clumsiness and hoping he hadn't set back Emily's research in any way, Harry picked up
the shards of broken tubes and discarded them.
*She's probably in the office. I'd better go before I cause anymore damage* Harry thought
After decontaminating himself, he hung up the suit and left. What he failed to notice was a slight tear on the suit at the under surface of the sleeve.
FOUR
In a schizophrenic scene
I'm a mad creation
Dressed in black
Mutation
*Master Of Disguise-Lizzy Borden*
"You can't do that!" Harry exclaimed, pounding his fist on the table. He was shaking inwardly but he maintained his steely gaze on the oldest member of the Oscorp Board of Directors.
"Let's be reasonable, Harry. It is financially not advisable to keep funding the project the late Mr.Osborn had been working on. Unless your team of researchers come up with something improvised and concrete, the project will have to be shut down. The Board is unanimous on that decision."
"We'll see." Harry replied, softly but firmly.
*No one can bring down an Osborn so easily.*
* * * * * * * * * * *
WHUP!
Peter landed gracefully on the balcony leading to his room. He knows he risked being seen but he was in a hurry for class that morning, he forgot his keys again. He entered his room just in time to hear the
phone ringing below. He tore of his mask excitedly, hoping it would be Mary Jane. He was starting to miss her cheery voice. He slid down the hand rail of the stairs to reach the phone.
"Yeah?" Peter spoke into the receiver.
"Hey, Pete. Harry here."
Peter's heart sank. "Oh, hi! What's up?"
He hadn't seen Harry since the day he moved back to his father's mansion. Peter took it as a blessing because he was afraid sooner or later, his high school best friend will find out about his penchant for
swinging from one rooftop to the other.
"Well, I thought if you're not busy with a science project or anything of that sort, perhaps we could have dinner at the new Chinese restaurant between 8th and Main. How does 'moo goo gai pan' sounds to you?"
"Palatable."
"Great. So, I'll see you Wednesday?"
"Wednesday it is. And uh, Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"You…sound much happier."
"Well, you'll see on Wednesday." Harry hung up.
Harry was about to go and find Emily when the newspaper headline about Spiderman caught his eyes. He smiled to himself,*I never thought much about tabloid writers but J.J. seems to make good use of his head.*
Harry put on a suit. He slipped his ID card into the slot and punched in the code number. The metal doors to the lab slid open. His eyes scanned the whole place. There were rows of corked test-tubes and a
stack of folders on the desk. No sign of Emily. Harry sighed inwardly and was about to turn and leave when his eye caught sight of the gigantic scorpion kept in a special glass tank. Drawn by the shape and size of its exquisite form, Harry stooped down to admire the
creature.
Harry gently tap on the glass tank and the scorpion seemed to be able to follow the movement of his fingers. All of a sudden, the creature leapt towards him, causing him to fall back. In his attempt to gain his balance, Harry's arm knocked down several tubes of chemicals. The tubes broke releasing purple vapours. Inwardly cursing his clumsiness and hoping he hadn't set back Emily's research in any way, Harry picked up
the shards of broken tubes and discarded them.
*She's probably in the office. I'd better go before I cause anymore damage* Harry thought
After decontaminating himself, he hung up the suit and left. What he failed to notice was a slight tear on the suit at the under surface of the sleeve.
