The kingpin was on a computer. He found an article about a special effects expert called Quentin Beck. In the article it told him about special effects in a new movie. He picked up the phone and dialled a number.

"Hello?"

"Hello I am Wilson Fisk. I have read about your equipment. I will pay you for a little job. Or rather, a big job. Meet me in times square at 12 O'clock tomorrow afternoon.

"What? Hey wait a sec..."

Fisk had already hung up.

Harry had just returned from M.J and John's wedding. Well, it had been a wedding until Mary Jane had ran away. Where the mirror had been was now a piece of art. When he went near it he heard the goblins laugh. His fathers laugh. He tried to stop looking at it. But sometimes curiosity took over. What should he do? Become the green goblin or stay good? Norman said to avenge him but Peter was his best friend.

HAHAHAHA!

There it is again.

"Mr Fisk?"

"Mr Beck"

Wilson clambered into a limo and beckoned Quentin in. He accepted.

"I hear you have a proposition for me."

"Please Mr Beck, not here."

"I brought something."

Quentin lifted a suitcase and opened it. Fisk caught a glimpse of green and purple.

"What did I just say?" Fisk was angry

"Sorry"

Quentin didn't make another noise until they arrived. When they got there the suitcase was opened. It was a suit. The cape was purple, the main part was green and the gloves were yellow. The clips that held the cape on had 'eyes'.

Quentin put on the suit and started to show off. The room turned into a jungle. A lion swooped overhead and the Kingpin jumped. It turned into a polar bear, and the background was white. They both shivered. Everything went normal.

"What was the job Fisk?"

"You of course have heard of Spiderman."

"Yes"

"I need you to kill him. You will be the new green goblin. The new Otto Octavious. His new enemy."

"How will I keep my identity?"

"Wear this."

"A fishbowl? You've got to be joking!"

"Mr Beck may I remind you I am paying you much more than you would earn on any movie."

Beck's eyebrow rose.

"Okay. What shall we call it?"

"He is a mystery. He is a Mysterio."