Detective George Thompson was a man of good moral values. He fought day in
and day out protecting the city he loved so much. In the forty-one years he
was alive, he grew more and more determined to save it. With his new
partner, twenty-six year old Andrew Clark, Thompson went to investigate the
explosion at Osborn Chemical. Unlike a lot of people, he didn't trust
Carwright and didn't believe what he said. Volunteer firefighters were
scattered around picking up debris. Thompson looked around for clues to pin
Carwright in a lie.
"Hey! George! Look at this!" Clark exclaimed from across the room.
Some firefighters turned to look at him. As Thompson walked up he said softly to his inexperienced partner, "Keep your voice down, Carwright could have goons here right now."
"Yes sir." He lowered his tone, "But look what I found." He held out a slab of wood that was coated in a red liquid.
Thompson raised an eyebrow, "Is it what I think it is?"
"Yeah, blood. And I thought Carwright said nobody was here."
"Don't believe everything you hear, rookie."
Leo skipped school and spent the rest of the day reminiscing in his old house. He kept thinking about what he read earlier. His family, super villains. He knew his family had cases of mental illness a long time ago, but he never knew it went that far. Finally, he made his way to the basement where his dad kept a bunch of tools that he never used. He had about one of every tool known to man hung neatly on a wall. Except there was only one wrench hanging at the end.
"How come dad only had one wrench?" Leo asked himself, "Wrench?! Pull the wrench! So that's what that meant!" He walked over and lifted the tool. Suddenly, the tool wall began to move. It slid to the side revealing a small room. Inside, Leo found the old Goblin costumes, two gliders, pumpkin bombs, blueprints to weapons and glider parts and a chemical formula that seemed very familiar. It was the very chemical formula that his dad said would get him famous. It was the very chemical that Leo got thrown into. Just then he remembered his dad saying something about human enhancing chemicals. That it was made to make a person stronger, smarter and be able to heal quickly.
"That's what happened to me!" Leo exclaimed, "I'm following in my ancestors footprints! I'm the next Goblin!"
Leo didn't know whether to be happy or upset. He was exposed to the stuff the way Norman was, he figured the insanity didn't pass down, just the superhuman abilities. He took the Green Goblin costumes out and looked them over.
"This look is so old, if I gotta be it, I'm gonna make sure that I look a lot cooler than the Goblins before me." And with scraps from the room and his dad's tools, he began to make his own modifications to the costume.
After hours of working, Leo was getting quite hungry. He decided to head home to get a bite to eat. He sneaked through the back door. He heard the TV on in the living room. Mr. and Mrs. Brooks were probably both in there. He grabbed leftover chili and a soda and carried it to his room. When he walked in, his cellphone was ringing.
"Hello?"
"Leo!" It was Mickey, "Why weren't you at school today? I've been trying to call you!"
"Sorry, Mick, I wasn't feeling good."
"Were you at your dad's work last night?"
"Um, no. . . why do you say that?"
"You don't know what happened, it's been all over the news."
Leo hesitated, "No, what happened."
"There was an explosion. It was right in the area of your dad's office. I called the police thinking you might have been there."
"Well I wasn't."
Mickey sighed with relief, "Hey, do you wanna go to a movie tonight?"
"Nah, I'm staying home."
"Alright, I guess I'll go by myself then. See you later Leo."
"Bye." And they hung up. He could tell Mickey was upset, but he couldn't tell her. Not yet.
After finishing his cold chili, Leo sneaked back out and headed back to the mansion.
To be continued.
Next Chapter- Night of the Goblin
"Hey! George! Look at this!" Clark exclaimed from across the room.
Some firefighters turned to look at him. As Thompson walked up he said softly to his inexperienced partner, "Keep your voice down, Carwright could have goons here right now."
"Yes sir." He lowered his tone, "But look what I found." He held out a slab of wood that was coated in a red liquid.
Thompson raised an eyebrow, "Is it what I think it is?"
"Yeah, blood. And I thought Carwright said nobody was here."
"Don't believe everything you hear, rookie."
Leo skipped school and spent the rest of the day reminiscing in his old house. He kept thinking about what he read earlier. His family, super villains. He knew his family had cases of mental illness a long time ago, but he never knew it went that far. Finally, he made his way to the basement where his dad kept a bunch of tools that he never used. He had about one of every tool known to man hung neatly on a wall. Except there was only one wrench hanging at the end.
"How come dad only had one wrench?" Leo asked himself, "Wrench?! Pull the wrench! So that's what that meant!" He walked over and lifted the tool. Suddenly, the tool wall began to move. It slid to the side revealing a small room. Inside, Leo found the old Goblin costumes, two gliders, pumpkin bombs, blueprints to weapons and glider parts and a chemical formula that seemed very familiar. It was the very chemical formula that his dad said would get him famous. It was the very chemical that Leo got thrown into. Just then he remembered his dad saying something about human enhancing chemicals. That it was made to make a person stronger, smarter and be able to heal quickly.
"That's what happened to me!" Leo exclaimed, "I'm following in my ancestors footprints! I'm the next Goblin!"
Leo didn't know whether to be happy or upset. He was exposed to the stuff the way Norman was, he figured the insanity didn't pass down, just the superhuman abilities. He took the Green Goblin costumes out and looked them over.
"This look is so old, if I gotta be it, I'm gonna make sure that I look a lot cooler than the Goblins before me." And with scraps from the room and his dad's tools, he began to make his own modifications to the costume.
After hours of working, Leo was getting quite hungry. He decided to head home to get a bite to eat. He sneaked through the back door. He heard the TV on in the living room. Mr. and Mrs. Brooks were probably both in there. He grabbed leftover chili and a soda and carried it to his room. When he walked in, his cellphone was ringing.
"Hello?"
"Leo!" It was Mickey, "Why weren't you at school today? I've been trying to call you!"
"Sorry, Mick, I wasn't feeling good."
"Were you at your dad's work last night?"
"Um, no. . . why do you say that?"
"You don't know what happened, it's been all over the news."
Leo hesitated, "No, what happened."
"There was an explosion. It was right in the area of your dad's office. I called the police thinking you might have been there."
"Well I wasn't."
Mickey sighed with relief, "Hey, do you wanna go to a movie tonight?"
"Nah, I'm staying home."
"Alright, I guess I'll go by myself then. See you later Leo."
"Bye." And they hung up. He could tell Mickey was upset, but he couldn't tell her. Not yet.
After finishing his cold chili, Leo sneaked back out and headed back to the mansion.
To be continued.
Next Chapter- Night of the Goblin
