Harry quickly flew into an abandoned building. He took off his mask and
threw it onto the floor in frustration.
"Father! I can't do this!" screamed Harry. In a cracked mirror, an image of Norman Osborn, Harry's deceased father, appeared.
"What do you mean? HE KILLED ME! ARE YOU GOING TO LET HIM GET AWAY WITH THAT?!?!?" screamed the image.
"But Peter's my friend. He would never do this intentionally. Besides, you were the Green Goblin. How could you do what you did to-"
"I'm your FATHER, Harry! Have you forgotten that? And of course he did this intentionally! He stole your girlfriend when you needed her most, he killed me, and not only that, he's such a coward that he didn't admit to you that he, himself, was the murderer!" screamed a shrill image of Norman.
"But he's my friend," Harry answered weakly.
"HAH!" laughed Norman, "I knew it. You were always weak, Harry. You could never stand up for yourself. In this world, only money, power, and control will earn respect. If you can't get it, you'll always fail-and that's what you've always been, Harry-a failure."
"NO! NO! I WON'T DO IT! GET AWAY!" screamed Harry as he took the mirror and threw it to the ground; it didn't shatter, though. It was almost as if his own father refused to leave him.
"Do it, Harry! For my sake!" whispered Norman as his image disappeared from the mirror. Harry suddenly started to cackle. His eyes were wide and full of insanity; suddenly, Harry stopped and gripped the sides of his head.
"Get away! Get away!" he moaned as he tried to drown out the voice inside his head. He stumbled and leaned against the wall for support. He didn't realize that tears were streaming down his face.
"Peter wouldn't...would he?" whispered Harry to himself.
A familiar voice in his head said, "Of course, he would! Kill him, Harry!"
Suddenly, Harry heard a loud metal clank.
"Mr. Osborn, what a surprise," said another familiar voice.
"Otto?" whispered Harry as he turned around to come face to face with Dr. Octopus.
"What are you doing here?" asked an annoyed Octavius.
"This is where I come to think," replied Harry as he stared at Octavius with nervous, shifty eyes. Otto laughed. One of his tentacles grabbed Harry's left ankle and hung him upside down. He brought Harry's face close to his.
"I could kill you right now, Osborn. For all you've done to me. All you wanted was money and fame and power! Look at the monster I've become!"
"You did this to yourself, Otto! I told you to stop, you stupid idiot! For one of the greatest minds in the world, you sure don't know when to quit," said Harry angrily. He didn't care if Otto killed him; in fact, it would be better-it would end his life of misery.
Just as he predicted, Otto flung him into one of the walls. He walked toward Harry, who quietly grabbed a pumpkin bomb from his shoulder bag. Otto was about to grab Harry, but Harry flung the bomb at his face. Otto stumbled and was temporarily blinded by the bright light of the explosion. Otto regained his composure just as he saw Harry flying on his glider. In front of the machine, there were two, long, sharp knives ready to slice Otto in half. Fortunately, Otto ducked.
"So, you were the Green Goblin?" asked Otto as he tried to grab the glider, but to no avail.
"No, I'm not!" screamed Harry angrily; he wouldn't-he won't-follow in his father's footsteps.
"Then what's with the stupid toy bombs and that ridiculous machine of yours, Osborn?" asked Otto with a sneer.
Harry was so angry-who dared to insult him and his father's inventions?!? He was about to fly towards Otto, but one of Otto's tentacles grabbed Harry's right ankle and hung him upside down. Harry closed his eyes as he waited for another blow. Instead, to his surprise, Otto placed him down gently.
"Listen, Harry. I was thinking-we're both on the same boat. Think about it, Harry: You own a wealthy company, and like you said before, I have one of the greatest minds on this Earth. Do you realize what we could accomplish if we work together?"
Harry was about to snap at him, but stopped. He heard a voice in his head that said, "You can finally kill Spiderman. You can finally kill Parker!" He tried to drown it out, but it was so tempting.
Harry slowly said, "We can finally get rid of our nemesis."
"Yes, Harry-we can finally kill Spiderman," said Otto, "So what do you say, Harry?" One of Dr. Octopus's tentacles reached for Harry's hand. Harry stared at it for a long time. He was about to kill his best friend- the only family member he had left. The voice in his head again repeated those two words: "Kill him!" He couldn't get rid of it anymore; he didn't fight anymore-it was too painful.
Instead of fighting against the voice, Harry looked up at Otto's face and said, "It's a deal," as he took the heavy metal "hand" and shook it.
"Father! I can't do this!" screamed Harry. In a cracked mirror, an image of Norman Osborn, Harry's deceased father, appeared.
"What do you mean? HE KILLED ME! ARE YOU GOING TO LET HIM GET AWAY WITH THAT?!?!?" screamed the image.
"But Peter's my friend. He would never do this intentionally. Besides, you were the Green Goblin. How could you do what you did to-"
"I'm your FATHER, Harry! Have you forgotten that? And of course he did this intentionally! He stole your girlfriend when you needed her most, he killed me, and not only that, he's such a coward that he didn't admit to you that he, himself, was the murderer!" screamed a shrill image of Norman.
"But he's my friend," Harry answered weakly.
"HAH!" laughed Norman, "I knew it. You were always weak, Harry. You could never stand up for yourself. In this world, only money, power, and control will earn respect. If you can't get it, you'll always fail-and that's what you've always been, Harry-a failure."
"NO! NO! I WON'T DO IT! GET AWAY!" screamed Harry as he took the mirror and threw it to the ground; it didn't shatter, though. It was almost as if his own father refused to leave him.
"Do it, Harry! For my sake!" whispered Norman as his image disappeared from the mirror. Harry suddenly started to cackle. His eyes were wide and full of insanity; suddenly, Harry stopped and gripped the sides of his head.
"Get away! Get away!" he moaned as he tried to drown out the voice inside his head. He stumbled and leaned against the wall for support. He didn't realize that tears were streaming down his face.
"Peter wouldn't...would he?" whispered Harry to himself.
A familiar voice in his head said, "Of course, he would! Kill him, Harry!"
Suddenly, Harry heard a loud metal clank.
"Mr. Osborn, what a surprise," said another familiar voice.
"Otto?" whispered Harry as he turned around to come face to face with Dr. Octopus.
"What are you doing here?" asked an annoyed Octavius.
"This is where I come to think," replied Harry as he stared at Octavius with nervous, shifty eyes. Otto laughed. One of his tentacles grabbed Harry's left ankle and hung him upside down. He brought Harry's face close to his.
"I could kill you right now, Osborn. For all you've done to me. All you wanted was money and fame and power! Look at the monster I've become!"
"You did this to yourself, Otto! I told you to stop, you stupid idiot! For one of the greatest minds in the world, you sure don't know when to quit," said Harry angrily. He didn't care if Otto killed him; in fact, it would be better-it would end his life of misery.
Just as he predicted, Otto flung him into one of the walls. He walked toward Harry, who quietly grabbed a pumpkin bomb from his shoulder bag. Otto was about to grab Harry, but Harry flung the bomb at his face. Otto stumbled and was temporarily blinded by the bright light of the explosion. Otto regained his composure just as he saw Harry flying on his glider. In front of the machine, there were two, long, sharp knives ready to slice Otto in half. Fortunately, Otto ducked.
"So, you were the Green Goblin?" asked Otto as he tried to grab the glider, but to no avail.
"No, I'm not!" screamed Harry angrily; he wouldn't-he won't-follow in his father's footsteps.
"Then what's with the stupid toy bombs and that ridiculous machine of yours, Osborn?" asked Otto with a sneer.
Harry was so angry-who dared to insult him and his father's inventions?!? He was about to fly towards Otto, but one of Otto's tentacles grabbed Harry's right ankle and hung him upside down. Harry closed his eyes as he waited for another blow. Instead, to his surprise, Otto placed him down gently.
"Listen, Harry. I was thinking-we're both on the same boat. Think about it, Harry: You own a wealthy company, and like you said before, I have one of the greatest minds on this Earth. Do you realize what we could accomplish if we work together?"
Harry was about to snap at him, but stopped. He heard a voice in his head that said, "You can finally kill Spiderman. You can finally kill Parker!" He tried to drown it out, but it was so tempting.
Harry slowly said, "We can finally get rid of our nemesis."
"Yes, Harry-we can finally kill Spiderman," said Otto, "So what do you say, Harry?" One of Dr. Octopus's tentacles reached for Harry's hand. Harry stared at it for a long time. He was about to kill his best friend- the only family member he had left. The voice in his head again repeated those two words: "Kill him!" He couldn't get rid of it anymore; he didn't fight anymore-it was too painful.
Instead of fighting against the voice, Harry looked up at Otto's face and said, "It's a deal," as he took the heavy metal "hand" and shook it.