Therein Lies the Cross
--
a series of character vignettes and short stories
based in universe of the film adaption of
'the amazing spider-man'
--
title notes: 'therein lies the crux of the matter' is
a lesser known phrase meant to denote the point
of a series of problems or interlocking moments.
sort of like life itself, when one thinks about it.
in any case, 'crux' is Latin for 'cross,' and thus I
changed it to cross because I felt like being
different. that's all. (and, yes, I'm not using, for
the most part, capitals, but only for notes and
the above bit. apologies are handed out every
weekday, from eight am to seven pm cst.)
--
Crux: Goblin, Goblin
I wonder if he's naturally this stupid at times, even
if I'm technically him and he's technically me, but,
hell, we're both insane in any case. Or I am, or he is,
and it's a barrel of laughs, to coin a minted phrase.
Seriously, though, wouldn't he - or me - eventually
notice the oddities of the coincidences? Surely he
doesn't think it's all a set of slightly frightening tips
to serendipity or whatever they call it now.
And now he's drinking, inhaling the brandy as if he
thinks it can save him. He really has to be stupid,
I swear. I can tell that Spider-Man fellow could
dimly recognize me, the sort of tingle in the back of
your head that you get when you see a classmate
after ten years of graduation time. It shouldn't be
too surprising for that mutated freak - pot calling the
kettle black here, isn't it - to feel at least some sort
of recognition; I've been on the television often
enough. Rather, Norman has, but we're still more or
less the same. I believe so, at least, although I'm
decidedly more evil. I'll work out the semantics later.
Maybe when he stops drinking, the moron. I could
do the laughing trick again, make him think he's gone
insane.
Which he has, but if I don't tell him, it's not as if he'll
ever figure it out.
While he's drinking himself into another mindless
stupor, I might as well come to a decision on the
nagging problem that has recently come to light:
what to do about Spider-Man. I'd like to smash
him into oblivion, without a doubt, but even if
I'm crazy - or he is, different issue, work it out
later, merge personalities and whatnot - I still
have enough presence of mind to realize it would
be ultimately...need a word, what's a word, he's
drinking too fast and now it's slowing me down,
inconsiderate bast--ah, unhelpful. That was easy.
Perhaps I could work to get him on my side - his
side, our side, ee-ther, eye-ther, or. After all, I
know things he undoubtedly does not, for why
else would he so foolishly choose the path of
hero? Only works in books or comics. Yes, that
would be best, to try and work him to a common
goal, pursuit. Get him to see things as they truly
are, not as that brainless romantic crap society
tries to push into the brains of formless children.
Hero types, though, are notably difficult to work
with. Always stuck in a treadmill of morals and
ethics, skirting the strict black-and-white of the
law when it's better for others. He'll take a while
to get used to just out right breaking laws just
for the sheer hell of it. What do I say to him?
Be easier to think if Norman would stop downing
shotglasses of liquor!
"It is your destiny."
No, George Lucas took it, the imbecile. I ought
to kill him for the crap that was Episode One,
right after I track down everyone involved with
'Moulin Rouge.' Right when you need a good
'Mystery Science Theatre Three-Thousand' to
cheer you up and stop the booze...
Getting off track, but how can I focus when he's
getting us plastered? Sloshed. Which one's the
word to use? Shit. I'll just have to use the echo
laugh trick.
I swear to God, Norman's driving me insane...
--
end notes: well, it didn't have much of a point and
I doubt anyone enjoyed it, but I liked writing it.
quick, painless, and I got to insult 'moulin rouge.'
yay! found that I'm horribly fond of willem defoe's
portrayal of norman osborne - not that that's saying
much, considering I don't read marvel comics like
my dad, being a dc girl myself, and I like mr. defoe
anyway. still, it was an easy write. feedback is
appreciated!
--
disclaimer: naught but this fanfic and the mindless
idea behind it is mine. suing me will not prove to be
in anyone's favor, trust me: I'm fifteen, without a job,
and I'm struggling to earn enough money to collect
the entire 'robotech' series on dvd. pwease?
--
a series of character vignettes and short stories
based in universe of the film adaption of
'the amazing spider-man'
--
title notes: 'therein lies the crux of the matter' is
a lesser known phrase meant to denote the point
of a series of problems or interlocking moments.
sort of like life itself, when one thinks about it.
in any case, 'crux' is Latin for 'cross,' and thus I
changed it to cross because I felt like being
different. that's all. (and, yes, I'm not using, for
the most part, capitals, but only for notes and
the above bit. apologies are handed out every
weekday, from eight am to seven pm cst.)
--
Crux: Goblin, Goblin
I wonder if he's naturally this stupid at times, even
if I'm technically him and he's technically me, but,
hell, we're both insane in any case. Or I am, or he is,
and it's a barrel of laughs, to coin a minted phrase.
Seriously, though, wouldn't he - or me - eventually
notice the oddities of the coincidences? Surely he
doesn't think it's all a set of slightly frightening tips
to serendipity or whatever they call it now.
And now he's drinking, inhaling the brandy as if he
thinks it can save him. He really has to be stupid,
I swear. I can tell that Spider-Man fellow could
dimly recognize me, the sort of tingle in the back of
your head that you get when you see a classmate
after ten years of graduation time. It shouldn't be
too surprising for that mutated freak - pot calling the
kettle black here, isn't it - to feel at least some sort
of recognition; I've been on the television often
enough. Rather, Norman has, but we're still more or
less the same. I believe so, at least, although I'm
decidedly more evil. I'll work out the semantics later.
Maybe when he stops drinking, the moron. I could
do the laughing trick again, make him think he's gone
insane.
Which he has, but if I don't tell him, it's not as if he'll
ever figure it out.
While he's drinking himself into another mindless
stupor, I might as well come to a decision on the
nagging problem that has recently come to light:
what to do about Spider-Man. I'd like to smash
him into oblivion, without a doubt, but even if
I'm crazy - or he is, different issue, work it out
later, merge personalities and whatnot - I still
have enough presence of mind to realize it would
be ultimately...need a word, what's a word, he's
drinking too fast and now it's slowing me down,
inconsiderate bast--ah, unhelpful. That was easy.
Perhaps I could work to get him on my side - his
side, our side, ee-ther, eye-ther, or. After all, I
know things he undoubtedly does not, for why
else would he so foolishly choose the path of
hero? Only works in books or comics. Yes, that
would be best, to try and work him to a common
goal, pursuit. Get him to see things as they truly
are, not as that brainless romantic crap society
tries to push into the brains of formless children.
Hero types, though, are notably difficult to work
with. Always stuck in a treadmill of morals and
ethics, skirting the strict black-and-white of the
law when it's better for others. He'll take a while
to get used to just out right breaking laws just
for the sheer hell of it. What do I say to him?
Be easier to think if Norman would stop downing
shotglasses of liquor!
"It is your destiny."
No, George Lucas took it, the imbecile. I ought
to kill him for the crap that was Episode One,
right after I track down everyone involved with
'Moulin Rouge.' Right when you need a good
'Mystery Science Theatre Three-Thousand' to
cheer you up and stop the booze...
Getting off track, but how can I focus when he's
getting us plastered? Sloshed. Which one's the
word to use? Shit. I'll just have to use the echo
laugh trick.
I swear to God, Norman's driving me insane...
--
end notes: well, it didn't have much of a point and
I doubt anyone enjoyed it, but I liked writing it.
quick, painless, and I got to insult 'moulin rouge.'
yay! found that I'm horribly fond of willem defoe's
portrayal of norman osborne - not that that's saying
much, considering I don't read marvel comics like
my dad, being a dc girl myself, and I like mr. defoe
anyway. still, it was an easy write. feedback is
appreciated!
--
disclaimer: naught but this fanfic and the mindless
idea behind it is mine. suing me will not prove to be
in anyone's favor, trust me: I'm fifteen, without a job,
and I'm struggling to earn enough money to collect
the entire 'robotech' series on dvd. pwease?