Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Spiderman universe unless I have
created it.
Well I'm thinking of ending the story here cause I can't really drag it on
any longer ok here is the grand finale!
Chapter 3
That night, John slept like a baby. And for the next week, he slept like that. Finally the day arrive when his photos were finished. He got up, took a shower, ate his breakfast as quickly as possible and ran off to his job. He worked as a part time photographer for a nature magazine and he just had to finish up some shots of some old lady's backyard and then turn them into his boss. Then he could pick up his shots of Spidey. At the old lady's house, after he got the damn Cocker Spaniel of his leg, he took the shots and turned them into his boss. "Have a good day," Mr. Taylor called to John as he walked out the door. He checked his watch. 6:00 on the dot. He got into his car and started to drive off to the film store. After half an hour, John started to get impatient. Finally, only fifteen minutes left. Wrong. Traffic held him up till it was 7:30. "God!!!!" John yelled out in frustration. Soon he would have those pictures...SOON HE WOULD HAVE THOSE PICTURES...SOON HE WOULD HAVE THOSE PICTURES...He repeated this over and over in his head. He then heard a loud burst of laughter. No, it was more like maniacal cackling! He heard about the parade incident in the newspaper. That was the Green Goblin! He turned in his seat to see the Goblin glide over the streets with a girl in his arms! This was to good to miss! He still had film left in his camera! When he picked up his first bunch, he could turn these in! John pulled out of the line of cars he was in and followed the Goblin. Turn after turn, street after street, he would get those pics! Too bad he didn't realize that he was in the wrong lane. When he turned his head to see if any reporters who might steal his pictures were following his car, he noticed that a giant 18-wheeler was honking its horn at him. He tried to get his car out of the street, but the car wasn't moving! The truck couldn't get out of the lane because of the traffic. So in a great big collision, John's car was crushed, flipped over, and tossed right into the window of an antique store. John Hesborn died three blocks from the Brooklyn Bridge where the Green Goblin ended up and ten blocks from Andy's Film Development and Specialized Camera Store. He was buried the day before Norman Osborn was, at the exact same cemetery, only with fewer guests. Only his parents came. As for his film, though, Andy (the store owner) just decided that the photographer had forgotten about it. He dumped the pics in the trash, which was taken to the dump, where John Hesborn's last pictures rotted. His goal was never accomplished. Spiderman was a secret to most. To most he was a weirdo super-guy who saved the innocent and The Daily Bugle's constant front-page member. But to the select few who knew his identity which included John Hesborn, well...lets just say they took it to the grave with them.
Chapter 3
That night, John slept like a baby. And for the next week, he slept like that. Finally the day arrive when his photos were finished. He got up, took a shower, ate his breakfast as quickly as possible and ran off to his job. He worked as a part time photographer for a nature magazine and he just had to finish up some shots of some old lady's backyard and then turn them into his boss. Then he could pick up his shots of Spidey. At the old lady's house, after he got the damn Cocker Spaniel of his leg, he took the shots and turned them into his boss. "Have a good day," Mr. Taylor called to John as he walked out the door. He checked his watch. 6:00 on the dot. He got into his car and started to drive off to the film store. After half an hour, John started to get impatient. Finally, only fifteen minutes left. Wrong. Traffic held him up till it was 7:30. "God!!!!" John yelled out in frustration. Soon he would have those pictures...SOON HE WOULD HAVE THOSE PICTURES...SOON HE WOULD HAVE THOSE PICTURES...He repeated this over and over in his head. He then heard a loud burst of laughter. No, it was more like maniacal cackling! He heard about the parade incident in the newspaper. That was the Green Goblin! He turned in his seat to see the Goblin glide over the streets with a girl in his arms! This was to good to miss! He still had film left in his camera! When he picked up his first bunch, he could turn these in! John pulled out of the line of cars he was in and followed the Goblin. Turn after turn, street after street, he would get those pics! Too bad he didn't realize that he was in the wrong lane. When he turned his head to see if any reporters who might steal his pictures were following his car, he noticed that a giant 18-wheeler was honking its horn at him. He tried to get his car out of the street, but the car wasn't moving! The truck couldn't get out of the lane because of the traffic. So in a great big collision, John's car was crushed, flipped over, and tossed right into the window of an antique store. John Hesborn died three blocks from the Brooklyn Bridge where the Green Goblin ended up and ten blocks from Andy's Film Development and Specialized Camera Store. He was buried the day before Norman Osborn was, at the exact same cemetery, only with fewer guests. Only his parents came. As for his film, though, Andy (the store owner) just decided that the photographer had forgotten about it. He dumped the pics in the trash, which was taken to the dump, where John Hesborn's last pictures rotted. His goal was never accomplished. Spiderman was a secret to most. To most he was a weirdo super-guy who saved the innocent and The Daily Bugle's constant front-page member. But to the select few who knew his identity which included John Hesborn, well...lets just say they took it to the grave with them.