Chapter 3: Ghosts and Goblins (Note: This chapter contains SM2 spoilers, you have been warned)
Osborn Manor. It's huge and luxorius...until you look inside. It looks like their butler should get paid double or even triple. Quadruple. But it's not because of bad housekeeping, the person that lives there, Harry Osborn, son of Norman Osborn, seems to be a little confused. Vases, glasses thrown on the floor, broken. Couches ripped and torn. Walls broken. Windows and mirrors, well, you get the picture. Harry, sitting on the floor, a bottle of scotch in front of him. Breathing heavily, Harry tries to resist temptation, but he can't. He quickly picks up the glass and guzzles it down in about a second. After he finishes, he throws the glass in a random direction. It lands and breaks near his study. Which leads to an armory. A goblin armory. "Oh god. Oh god." Harry says, sobbing. Knowing what he had done today. Today was the day the son had become the father. He had assumed the mantle of the Green Goblin. He had started the fire on the apartment building, he had almost killed innocent people. For what? To get the attention of his soon to be arch-enemy and former best friend, Spider-Man a.k.a Peter Parker. Harry continues sobbing until he hears someone, or something, talking to him. "Harry. Harry!" Harry looks back. He's shocked to see what it is that's talking to him. It was the ghost of his father, Norman Osborn, the first Green Goblin.
"Harry, come to me, come to your father." says the ghost. "Dad?" Harry replies. "Yes Harry. Come to me." Harry stumbly walks over to the ghost. "Harry please, avenge me. Destroy Parker, he's the one that killed me, and he'll you when he has the chance!" "Peter. Peter wouldn't do that. He cares about me." "That didn't stop him from killing me! You almost killed him in the fire!" "But that wasn't me!" "Look Harry. You love me. Don't you?" Harry nods. "Yes. More than anything." "Than avenge me! Kill him! At any cost." Norman's ghost walks Harry to his study and walks him through a broken mirror into the goblin armory. "Now's your chance to prove yourself to me Harry." Norman dissappears. Harry picks up a vial with an odd colored liquid in it. Drinks it and throws it on the ground. Walks to the Goblin armor. Suits up in the shadows. Picks up the Goblin helmet. The last piece. "Goodbye best friend!" Puts it on. Gets on the Goblin glider and speeds off in a passageway. Laughing along the way.
Osborn Manor. It's huge and luxorius...until you look inside. It looks like their butler should get paid double or even triple. Quadruple. But it's not because of bad housekeeping, the person that lives there, Harry Osborn, son of Norman Osborn, seems to be a little confused. Vases, glasses thrown on the floor, broken. Couches ripped and torn. Walls broken. Windows and mirrors, well, you get the picture. Harry, sitting on the floor, a bottle of scotch in front of him. Breathing heavily, Harry tries to resist temptation, but he can't. He quickly picks up the glass and guzzles it down in about a second. After he finishes, he throws the glass in a random direction. It lands and breaks near his study. Which leads to an armory. A goblin armory. "Oh god. Oh god." Harry says, sobbing. Knowing what he had done today. Today was the day the son had become the father. He had assumed the mantle of the Green Goblin. He had started the fire on the apartment building, he had almost killed innocent people. For what? To get the attention of his soon to be arch-enemy and former best friend, Spider-Man a.k.a Peter Parker. Harry continues sobbing until he hears someone, or something, talking to him. "Harry. Harry!" Harry looks back. He's shocked to see what it is that's talking to him. It was the ghost of his father, Norman Osborn, the first Green Goblin.
"Harry, come to me, come to your father." says the ghost. "Dad?" Harry replies. "Yes Harry. Come to me." Harry stumbly walks over to the ghost. "Harry please, avenge me. Destroy Parker, he's the one that killed me, and he'll you when he has the chance!" "Peter. Peter wouldn't do that. He cares about me." "That didn't stop him from killing me! You almost killed him in the fire!" "But that wasn't me!" "Look Harry. You love me. Don't you?" Harry nods. "Yes. More than anything." "Than avenge me! Kill him! At any cost." Norman's ghost walks Harry to his study and walks him through a broken mirror into the goblin armory. "Now's your chance to prove yourself to me Harry." Norman dissappears. Harry picks up a vial with an odd colored liquid in it. Drinks it and throws it on the ground. Walks to the Goblin armor. Suits up in the shadows. Picks up the Goblin helmet. The last piece. "Goodbye best friend!" Puts it on. Gets on the Goblin glider and speeds off in a passageway. Laughing along the way.