CHAPTER TWO: THE GOBLIN GENE
Harry Osborn wiped his face clean. He was feeling rough, and the only way to get all the pain out of himself was to wipe his face clean with a flannel.
Harry had just finished wiping his face with the blue bath cloth, when he felt a sharp pain in his skull.
Harry looked in the mirror. His father's face was reflected in the glass. Harry screamed. He blinked, and stared back into the mirror.
"Harry." Said a voice. "I've come for you. You've been a naughty little Goblin. You need to learn a lesson in pain!"
Harry screamed as short, orange horns sprouted from his skull. Harry cried with pain, but his laughter was drowned out by the laughter of this person. Harry struggled for breath. He was choking. He tried to scream. He tried to cry out, he tried to call for help. He tried to call for.Peter!
The image of Peter Parker standing in from of him, mask torn, costume stained with green blood. Harry clutched his skull. Revenge, he thought. I want revenge.
Harry screamed again, and felt himself throw up in the sink. He felt his body begin to change. Boils appeared over his skin, his teeth extended into fangs, and his ears grew sharp.
Harry's body was a weapon now. He was no longer Harry Osborn. He was no longer friends with Peter Parker. He was now The Hobgoblin. And he was enemies with Spider-Man.
In a flash, The Hobgoblin jumped out of the window, and landed with a thud on a car window screen.
"PARKER!" The Goblin growled in it's gurgled voice. "I WANT YOU! I WANT TO KILL YOU! I WANT YOUR BLOOD TO FILL MY BELLY!"
The Goblin looked into the sky. Sitting on a lamp-post, his red-and-blue costume eerie in the dark, sat Spider-Man.
"Oh my god!" Spider-Man said. "Harry? What's happened to you?"
Harry Osborn wiped his face clean. He was feeling rough, and the only way to get all the pain out of himself was to wipe his face clean with a flannel.
Harry had just finished wiping his face with the blue bath cloth, when he felt a sharp pain in his skull.
Harry looked in the mirror. His father's face was reflected in the glass. Harry screamed. He blinked, and stared back into the mirror.
"Harry." Said a voice. "I've come for you. You've been a naughty little Goblin. You need to learn a lesson in pain!"
Harry screamed as short, orange horns sprouted from his skull. Harry cried with pain, but his laughter was drowned out by the laughter of this person. Harry struggled for breath. He was choking. He tried to scream. He tried to cry out, he tried to call for help. He tried to call for.Peter!
The image of Peter Parker standing in from of him, mask torn, costume stained with green blood. Harry clutched his skull. Revenge, he thought. I want revenge.
Harry screamed again, and felt himself throw up in the sink. He felt his body begin to change. Boils appeared over his skin, his teeth extended into fangs, and his ears grew sharp.
Harry's body was a weapon now. He was no longer Harry Osborn. He was no longer friends with Peter Parker. He was now The Hobgoblin. And he was enemies with Spider-Man.
In a flash, The Hobgoblin jumped out of the window, and landed with a thud on a car window screen.
"PARKER!" The Goblin growled in it's gurgled voice. "I WANT YOU! I WANT TO KILL YOU! I WANT YOUR BLOOD TO FILL MY BELLY!"
The Goblin looked into the sky. Sitting on a lamp-post, his red-and-blue costume eerie in the dark, sat Spider-Man.
"Oh my god!" Spider-Man said. "Harry? What's happened to you?"