Disclaimer: As I have said before I do not own any of the great characters from Spiderman they are a trademark of Marvel and from the great mind of Stan Lee
A/T: I decided to go a head and post two chapters at once for yah all I hope that you like this story.
Norman Osborn awoke on the hard floor of his office, to see his son bent down next to him trying to feel for a pulse.
"I'm alive Harry..." Norman said smiling at his son as Harry jumped back from his father speaking.
"I was worried.. What are you doing on the floor dad?" Harry asked standing up relieved that his father was okay.
Norman sat up and tried to remember what he had been doing last night, but all that came to him was a blank and a headache. Norman shook his head as he stood up to meet his son at eye level.
" I am not sure. I most have drank a little to much." Norman said as he stretched trying to get his stiff muscles loosened.
As Norman stretched, his headache began to pound worse. This better not be a migraine, he thought as he clenched his head. As he rubbed his temples a voice echoed in his mind like a ghost calling out. He tried to listen again to make sure that he had not imagined the soft voice but was shook out of his thought as Harry asked him something.
"What?" Norman asked shaking the mysterious voice from his mind.
" I said Peter Parker is missing.. His aunt called this morning asking if he might of been here last night. I told her that I haven't seen him since school yesterday. Its not like him not to show up home." Harry said with concern for his friend.
As Harry talked, a room flashed in Norman's mind and with it a voice of laughter echoed with it. That room looks familiar... Norman thought as a cold voice ran into his head. What did you do last night? The voice called out.. Norman tried to ignore the voice... this was not going to happen the voice dark and horrible was not going to trick him, not again. He, Norman Osborn, has been home all night last night and there was no way he was going to believe that he had an episode..
"He will turn up.. I'm sure of it." Norman said forcing a smile to his son.
Norman turned his attention to his watch to see what time it was.. The watch flashed 8:30 at him in its soft green light. Its only 8 in the morning... Its so early.. He rubbed his temple as the headache pounded more in a rhythm.. Its shaping up to be a bad day.. He looked at his son and smiled at him the best he could.. No need to worry Harry about the headache nor the voice that has been nagging at him the last few weeks.
"You should be in school right now... Do you want me to take you?" Norman asked thinking it was the least he could do.
"No dad, I will have our driver drop me off. Let me know if you hear anything about Pete." Harry said as he turned to leave.
"Wait Harry! I'll walk you out." Norman said as walked towards his son with a smile.
As Norman watched Harry get into the car he closed the door and walked into the living room, falling easily into the big chair. he sighed and tried to relax as much as possible.
"Darkness creeps along the dark, forming spider webs." A Dark Laughing cruel voice echoed off the walls.
Norman closed his eyes tight and put his hands over his ears trying hard as he could to ignore the voice that had been haunting him.
"GO WAY!!!!!!" Norman yelled out into the empty room.
"What did you do last night?? Would you hurt your son's friend?" The Voice laughed and tormented along.
" YOUR NOT REAL!!!!!! GO AWAY!!!!!" Norman Screamed as he fell out of the chair.
"If I am not real.... then why can I do this?..." The voice said in a deep dark serious tone.
Norman grabbed at his head as a pain began to arise inside of him. All that he knew was fading away and the living was turning to darkness.... He can't win not again.. Norman thought as the evil dark voice took over.... Norman fell into a pit of unconsciousness and a laughter echoed out of his mouth...
A/T: I decided to go a head and post two chapters at once for yah all I hope that you like this story.
Norman Osborn awoke on the hard floor of his office, to see his son bent down next to him trying to feel for a pulse.
"I'm alive Harry..." Norman said smiling at his son as Harry jumped back from his father speaking.
"I was worried.. What are you doing on the floor dad?" Harry asked standing up relieved that his father was okay.
Norman sat up and tried to remember what he had been doing last night, but all that came to him was a blank and a headache. Norman shook his head as he stood up to meet his son at eye level.
" I am not sure. I most have drank a little to much." Norman said as he stretched trying to get his stiff muscles loosened.
As Norman stretched, his headache began to pound worse. This better not be a migraine, he thought as he clenched his head. As he rubbed his temples a voice echoed in his mind like a ghost calling out. He tried to listen again to make sure that he had not imagined the soft voice but was shook out of his thought as Harry asked him something.
"What?" Norman asked shaking the mysterious voice from his mind.
" I said Peter Parker is missing.. His aunt called this morning asking if he might of been here last night. I told her that I haven't seen him since school yesterday. Its not like him not to show up home." Harry said with concern for his friend.
As Harry talked, a room flashed in Norman's mind and with it a voice of laughter echoed with it. That room looks familiar... Norman thought as a cold voice ran into his head. What did you do last night? The voice called out.. Norman tried to ignore the voice... this was not going to happen the voice dark and horrible was not going to trick him, not again. He, Norman Osborn, has been home all night last night and there was no way he was going to believe that he had an episode..
"He will turn up.. I'm sure of it." Norman said forcing a smile to his son.
Norman turned his attention to his watch to see what time it was.. The watch flashed 8:30 at him in its soft green light. Its only 8 in the morning... Its so early.. He rubbed his temple as the headache pounded more in a rhythm.. Its shaping up to be a bad day.. He looked at his son and smiled at him the best he could.. No need to worry Harry about the headache nor the voice that has been nagging at him the last few weeks.
"You should be in school right now... Do you want me to take you?" Norman asked thinking it was the least he could do.
"No dad, I will have our driver drop me off. Let me know if you hear anything about Pete." Harry said as he turned to leave.
"Wait Harry! I'll walk you out." Norman said as walked towards his son with a smile.
As Norman watched Harry get into the car he closed the door and walked into the living room, falling easily into the big chair. he sighed and tried to relax as much as possible.
"Darkness creeps along the dark, forming spider webs." A Dark Laughing cruel voice echoed off the walls.
Norman closed his eyes tight and put his hands over his ears trying hard as he could to ignore the voice that had been haunting him.
"GO WAY!!!!!!" Norman yelled out into the empty room.
"What did you do last night?? Would you hurt your son's friend?" The Voice laughed and tormented along.
" YOUR NOT REAL!!!!!! GO AWAY!!!!!" Norman Screamed as he fell out of the chair.
"If I am not real.... then why can I do this?..." The voice said in a deep dark serious tone.
Norman grabbed at his head as a pain began to arise inside of him. All that he knew was fading away and the living was turning to darkness.... He can't win not again.. Norman thought as the evil dark voice took over.... Norman fell into a pit of unconsciousness and a laughter echoed out of his mouth...