Chapter 3- Who were the Osborns?
"In other news, there was a chemical-related explosion at Osborn Chemical. Dr. Carwright has told the press that no one was in the building at the time. His explanation of the incident was that a worker left a beaker of unstable chemicals on a burner, causing it to catch fire, and the beaker to shatter and spray the flaming liquid to other chemicals, causing the explosion. The fire department is taking time tonight to help clean up the wreckage. Now here's John with the weather."
Leo's eyes fluttered open and he took in a deep breath of smoggy air. The taste blood filled his mouth and all of his body parts ached. He slowly pushed the building's droppings off of him and he noticed an excruciating pain in his left shoulder. A piece of wood had been lodged in him. With a grunt of pain, Leo pulled the blood-soaked stake out and threw it to the ground.
Leo's body was bruised, burnt and bleeding. It was extremely hard for him to stand up and stumble through the debris. Eventually, he did make it out of the building. He saw a fire truck pull up, so he ran the other way.
He walked drowsily down an empty street, until he saw a mansion. It was his old home, his father's house. It was to be Leo's when he grew old enough. He grew up in the extravagant house. So did his father, his father's father and so on. Almost the whole Osborn legacy has lived in that house.
Leo figured, since it was his, he didn't mind breaking a window to get in. All the furniture inside was covered in white sheets. The hardwood floor needed cleaning along with the rest of the house. In exhaustion, Leo collapsed on a sheet-covered sofa and fell asleep.
"Boss!" a Carwright thug called out.
"What is it this time?"
"We found no trace of the Osborn boy, not even a burnt up skeleton."
"Great. Hopefully, he exploded too." Carwright said dryly.
"There were some detectives there though."
"Detectives? For what?"
"Someone gave the police a tip that the kid 'might' have been there."
Carwright rolled his eyes, "I wonder who gave that tip."
"Maybe the parents?"
"We won't know for sure. Investigate it. Go inside the boy's life. See who is more likely to tell that to the cops."
"Yes sir."
Dawn approached and Leo Osborn awoke feeling like a million bucks. To his amazement, all his wounds were healed.
"Wow, how long was I asleep?" he asked himself.
He jumped up with energy and stretched. Leo began wandering around the house, remembering the times playing with his mother, bothering his father. His father was usually working in the study whenever he was home. Little Leo would run in, pinch his dad's arm and say, "Na na na boo boo, you can't catch me."
Norman would just ignore him, until Leo got closer. Then Norman would quickly scoop him up and tickle him. They'd laugh together as Norman would release Leo and tell him he had to work. The only few moments a day Leo had with his father were special, now they were gone.
Leo went into his dad's study, a place where he was never allowed to go by himself. His father was afraid Leo would accidentally mix up his papers or break something. Now, Leo had nothing to stop him. Maybe he could find something in there that would help him get Carwright. Leo's anger towards Carwright was now greater than ever. Not only did he kill his father, but tried to kill him as well!
Leo pulled open drawers of filed papers. He scanned over them, but found nothing leading towards Carwright's betrayal. The last drawer he attempted to open was jammed. Leo tugged hard and ripped the drawer right out of its desk socket. In it was an old dilapidated scrapbook. He opened it carefully and found that it was full of old newspaper clippings. They were about his family, going all the way back to his great great great grandfather, Norman Osborn II, founder of Osborn Chemical. The first few clippings were of Norman's fame and fortune, but as Leo turned the pages, the story got darker and darker.
Norman existed in a time where super heroes and super villains were very common. Now a days, heroes were scarce, as if everyone just gave up on the good guys. Leo read a few articles about a hero called 'Spider-man'. There were also many articles on one of his enemies, the 'Green Goblin'. Then, he saw the headline that changed his life. "Osborn is the Green Goblin." He read further where a few notes written by the Osborns before him. Norman, Harry and Normie were all super villains. His family was infamous back then. Everyone now must've forgotten after two normal generations.
On the last page, written in black ink was: Pull the wrench.
"Pull the wrench?" Leo said aloud, "What the hell does that mean?"
Leo put the book on the desk and took a minute to take in what he just read. Thinking about heroes and villains made him wish there were a hero today, to help New York City become an okay place to live.
To be continued
Next chapter - The Truth is Revealed behind the Wall
"In other news, there was a chemical-related explosion at Osborn Chemical. Dr. Carwright has told the press that no one was in the building at the time. His explanation of the incident was that a worker left a beaker of unstable chemicals on a burner, causing it to catch fire, and the beaker to shatter and spray the flaming liquid to other chemicals, causing the explosion. The fire department is taking time tonight to help clean up the wreckage. Now here's John with the weather."
Leo's eyes fluttered open and he took in a deep breath of smoggy air. The taste blood filled his mouth and all of his body parts ached. He slowly pushed the building's droppings off of him and he noticed an excruciating pain in his left shoulder. A piece of wood had been lodged in him. With a grunt of pain, Leo pulled the blood-soaked stake out and threw it to the ground.
Leo's body was bruised, burnt and bleeding. It was extremely hard for him to stand up and stumble through the debris. Eventually, he did make it out of the building. He saw a fire truck pull up, so he ran the other way.
He walked drowsily down an empty street, until he saw a mansion. It was his old home, his father's house. It was to be Leo's when he grew old enough. He grew up in the extravagant house. So did his father, his father's father and so on. Almost the whole Osborn legacy has lived in that house.
Leo figured, since it was his, he didn't mind breaking a window to get in. All the furniture inside was covered in white sheets. The hardwood floor needed cleaning along with the rest of the house. In exhaustion, Leo collapsed on a sheet-covered sofa and fell asleep.
"Boss!" a Carwright thug called out.
"What is it this time?"
"We found no trace of the Osborn boy, not even a burnt up skeleton."
"Great. Hopefully, he exploded too." Carwright said dryly.
"There were some detectives there though."
"Detectives? For what?"
"Someone gave the police a tip that the kid 'might' have been there."
Carwright rolled his eyes, "I wonder who gave that tip."
"Maybe the parents?"
"We won't know for sure. Investigate it. Go inside the boy's life. See who is more likely to tell that to the cops."
"Yes sir."
Dawn approached and Leo Osborn awoke feeling like a million bucks. To his amazement, all his wounds were healed.
"Wow, how long was I asleep?" he asked himself.
He jumped up with energy and stretched. Leo began wandering around the house, remembering the times playing with his mother, bothering his father. His father was usually working in the study whenever he was home. Little Leo would run in, pinch his dad's arm and say, "Na na na boo boo, you can't catch me."
Norman would just ignore him, until Leo got closer. Then Norman would quickly scoop him up and tickle him. They'd laugh together as Norman would release Leo and tell him he had to work. The only few moments a day Leo had with his father were special, now they were gone.
Leo went into his dad's study, a place where he was never allowed to go by himself. His father was afraid Leo would accidentally mix up his papers or break something. Now, Leo had nothing to stop him. Maybe he could find something in there that would help him get Carwright. Leo's anger towards Carwright was now greater than ever. Not only did he kill his father, but tried to kill him as well!
Leo pulled open drawers of filed papers. He scanned over them, but found nothing leading towards Carwright's betrayal. The last drawer he attempted to open was jammed. Leo tugged hard and ripped the drawer right out of its desk socket. In it was an old dilapidated scrapbook. He opened it carefully and found that it was full of old newspaper clippings. They were about his family, going all the way back to his great great great grandfather, Norman Osborn II, founder of Osborn Chemical. The first few clippings were of Norman's fame and fortune, but as Leo turned the pages, the story got darker and darker.
Norman existed in a time where super heroes and super villains were very common. Now a days, heroes were scarce, as if everyone just gave up on the good guys. Leo read a few articles about a hero called 'Spider-man'. There were also many articles on one of his enemies, the 'Green Goblin'. Then, he saw the headline that changed his life. "Osborn is the Green Goblin." He read further where a few notes written by the Osborns before him. Norman, Harry and Normie were all super villains. His family was infamous back then. Everyone now must've forgotten after two normal generations.
On the last page, written in black ink was: Pull the wrench.
"Pull the wrench?" Leo said aloud, "What the hell does that mean?"
Leo put the book on the desk and took a minute to take in what he just read. Thinking about heroes and villains made him wish there were a hero today, to help New York City become an okay place to live.
To be continued
Next chapter - The Truth is Revealed behind the Wall
