Heya! Nice big twist in this chapter! Heehee I fooled you all! Mwahahahaha!

WHOO! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! 15 TODAY! WHOO! :D This chapters a bit longer because... I'm happy. Yeah. :)

Thankies for all the great reviews and sorry I haven't reviewed some peoples new chapters and replied to emails, I've been ill (sick 27 times, but you really didn't wanna know that did ya? :P) so I'm off to do that now. : )

BTW, this story is gonna be a lot longer than I thought it would be yesterday, there's now at least 4 more chapters instead of 2. O well.

Surprise, Surprise!

Part 13

The Green Goblin paused dramatically, his gaze sweeping the room, just like those old movie villains used to, Peter found himself thinking insanely. He glanced about the room twice, then directed the glider to hover upwards, so everyone had to crane their necks to see him.

"Alright," he spoke for the first time, and Peter noticed his voice was deep and growling. "Alright, where's Spider-man? I know you're here, so you might as well save these fine people some time... and pain." He gestured to the cowering customers and grinned wickedly at just the right moment.

Peter gulped and decided not to move, not yet at least. He needed to find some way to sneak away and change... He glanced at the entrance, too far... but the fire exit was behind him, if he could somehow edge close enough...

A young woman suddenly made a mad dash for the exit Peter had his eye on, and before anyone could blink she was lying in a heap on the floor, sobbing and holding her bleeding leg. The razor bat whizzed past Peter's ear and imbedded itself in the wall behind him. "Nobody moves." The Goblin threatened, motioning with another razor bat to illustrate his point.

"Now, where were we?" He said pleasantly, as if they were chatting over a cup of afternoon tea. "Ah yes, come forward now Spider-man or suffer the consequences." The Goblin waited a few seconds, counting to ten under his breath then suddenly zoomed away and out the broken window. The people started to stand up slowly, nervously, and there was relieved laughter as they believed he was gone. Peter knew better. He knew Harry wouldn't give up until he had what he wanted, and what he wanted was Peter's head- separate from his body.

He quickly began to make his way to the nearest exit while the customers began to gather themselves together and begin to leave. They were a couple of metres from the door when, sure enough, they heard the tell-tale whine of an engine. The Goblin had acquired a hostage in the time he'd been gone, and Peter's jaw dropped when he saw who it was...

"Reveal yourself to me now Spider-man or your friend dies." The Goblin said frankly, in a no nonsense sort of way. He waited again, beginning a countdown as before. Harry gasped and choked, clawing at the arm that was holding him, but it didn't budge. The Goblin once again searched the room with his piercing glare, and Peter knew he'd been spotted when his gaze lingered on him and his smirk grew into a grin.

"Any takers? No? Very well." He said, and looking directly into Peter's eyes, began to squeeze on Harry's neck ever so slowly.

"No!" Peter hesitated, then yelled and pushed his way to the front, as Harry's eyes watered from the pain and his body began to go limp. "No, let him go!"

"Ah-hah, there you are," the Goblin crowed, and instantly released his grip on Harry, who dropped ten feet weakly to the floor. "Now," he lowered the glider so he and Peter were at eye level. "Lets see. Would you like a slow, torturous death, or... a slow torturous death?" He ticked off on his fingers, then cocked his head and smirked.

"Let's take this somewhere else, Goblin." Peter said quietly, not prepared to let innocent people get hurt, yet again, because of him.

"Goblin?" He looked surprised then threw his head back and cackled as if greatly amused. Then his laughter abruptly stopped and he flipped up the golden eyepieces to his fixed mask, so Peter could look into his eyes and see the glint of obsession and madness in their murky depths. "I am not the Green Goblin, fool. I am Chaos!" He announced then rose up into the air with his arms spread wide, as if expecting the crowd to applause. Only of course, they didn't. They wouldn't even if they could, since they were scared stiff.

"You're not going anywhere!" The people jumped at the sudden outburst as Chaos whipped round and glowered at a woman and her three year old son who'd been trying to sneak past him to the door and freedom. Under his watch they scuttled back to the safety of the crowd and the little boy's sniffle grew into a sob. She hoisted him into her arms and hurried to the back.

When they were back in place, Chaos blocked all exits. He used the gadgets on his glider including machine guns and pumpkin bombs to collapse the floor above them over the entrance and fire exit, and everyone sheltered their heads and noses with their hands as bits of mortar and bricks showered down on them, followed by a billowing cloud of dust.

Coughing, Peter straightened up, just in time to receive a blow to the head that knocked him off his feet and into a table.

Staggering to his feet and still hacking on the dust, he crouched down and scurried across the room to a clearer patch of air as the smoke settled around him. Pausing with his back to the wall, he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve and watched the two glowing yellow eyes seem to rise out of the mist towards him. Then the mist cleared and Peter saw what looked suspiciously like the same three-pronged instrument the Goblin had tried and failed to use on him pointed at his eye. He gasped and ducked to the side just in time as the daggers were driven into the wall behind him and the glider's engines whined as Chaos circled off.

He came back again laughing madly, the two nozzles on the front of the glider open and spitting out bullets. Peter was forced to display evidence of his unique powers to avoid them all, something he had known was coming but been reluctant to do. There were thirty or more witnessed in the once swanky restaurant to run off to the police or newspaper as soon as the fight was over, whatever the outcome. Though, Peter supposed if he was dead, it wouldn't matter so much.

He jerked himself out of those morose thoughts to dodge a round of bullets which instead smacked into the rubble as Peter performed a nifty half-backflip, half-dodge and the Goblin roared in frustration. Peter leaped up in a somersault to miss the next hail of ammunition, and he clung to the wall halfway up, getting a glimpse of the dumbstruck crowd between attacks.

For the third time Chaos swooped past on his glider with a round of bullets that narrowly missed Peter, and he decided it was time to go offensive. As it was he was a sitting duck, just waiting to be plucked from life. He dropped to the floor, threw off his cumbersome jacket to allow him to move freely and changed his stance. Instead of waiting for Chaos to come to him, he carefully aimed his webbing and clogged up the left engine. It spluttered and flung the glider into a spiral, and just as Chaos was getting it back under control, Peter shot again and the whole thing cut out.

Chaos jumped off angrily before the glider could crash into the ground and skid to a halt at the feet of one of the spectators several metres from where it initially landed, churning up the floor as it did so.

He seemed suddenly a lot less menacing and more clumsy on the ground in place of gracefully soaring through the air, and as Peter successfully blocked and counterattacked a punch he felt his confidence grow. Chaos seemed to be less of a threat than the original Goblin had been, he was slightly weaker and certainly less dignified. Peter watched him try to use an 180 kick and noted that he was also very ungainly.

The blow was way off target to start with, so Peter easily ducked the high kick and while Chaos was off balance and on one leg, Peter hit him squarely in the chin, a move which was becoming a favourite of his. He thought he heard someone in the crowd cheer and almost smiled. That was, before Chaos pounced to his feet and punched him in the sensitive area between his stomach and lungs. Peter staggered backwards, clutching his solar plexus and coughing. Chaos didn't wait for him to recover. He advanced quickly and punched him in the jaw, then picked him by his neck, choking him just like he had Harry.

"No." Peter gasped out, feeling his windpipe slowly being crushed. He tugged on the arm that was holding him, but he was too weak.

Chaos laughed. "Pitiful." He sneered, so close to him Peter could feel his breath on his face.

Peter coughed, once, twice, then saved up the last of his fading strength and kicked out with his legs. Yes! He'd struck, and hard too, Chaos released his grip and staggered and Peter landed heavily on his feet. It was only when he'd gathered his bearings that he saw Harry standing behind the monster with a chair leg still raised in his hands.

"Do not," Harry said firmly. "Mess with me."

Chaos growled angrily, clutching his head as the world spun around him, and knew he couldn't win the fight like this, with a pounding head, a small enclosed space, without his glider and he was outnumbered to boot. He suddenly swiftly pressed numerous buttons on his forearm and the glider spluttered to life. Chaos had left the engines on, melting the webbing all that time. Before anyone could do anything, the glider had swooped past and he'd jumped on, a little haphazardly, thrown a high power pumpkin bomb to clear an exit and was gone, his glider smoking furiously.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief and leant against the wall, closing his eyes. The room was silent. Everyone was recovering both physically and mentally from the shock of seeing what looked like the Green Goblin alive once more, and of course everybody was surprised to find the Bugle's previous claims about Peter Parker being Spider-man were true.

Harry dragged a chair over and shakily sat down on it, abandoning the chair leg. Peter took in a deep breath then let it out slowly before opening his eyes.

"Ok," he said, trying his best to be assertive, "Is everyone alright?" After a murmur of assent passed through the shell-shocked crowd, Peter nodded. "The police will be here any second, so..." He trailed off and walked across to where he'd last seen his backpack, leaving the coming confrontation with the witnesses until last, as usual. But they addressed him first.

"Excuse me?" Peter turned, bag in hand, and saw a young woman with a wide eyed toddler in her arms. "I... I just wanted to say... thanks and... we... well, I... at least, won't tell anyone what I saw today..."

Peter smiled slightly, then other people stepped up behind her and a chorus of "Me too!"s rang through the room, and Peter's smile grew.

"Thank you," he said quietly, when everyone in the room, not including Harry, had pledged their silence. A couple were reluctant and a couple even seemed a little guilty, but Peter put it down to being proved wrong on their previous theories that Spider-man was a menace. "It means a lot to me." He added sincerely, then everyone jumped as a voice amplified by a loudspeaker said, "Stay where you are. A police team will be coming in to sweep for evidence."

Peter's expression grew alarmed. He was the only one with serious injuries, and his torn shirt blew freely in the breeze to expose his suit underneath.

"Here." A voice said quietly in his ear and before he knew what was happening he was being shoved into a huge brown trench coat that would certainly hide the cuts and bruises, and most importantly, the Spider-man costume he hadn't had time to change into.

The search was quick, the police didn't ask too many questions as it was fairly obvious what had happened and everyone responded instantly: "All I saw was Chaos crash through the window, grab a hostage and then Spider-man came and fought him off." The inspector simply nodded dully upon the 25th time he received the automated reply, and moved on to questioning the hostage. Peter shuffled closer and strained his ears to listen to Harry's interrogation, while at the same time trying to answer questions from a burly officer with too much moustache.

"Alright sonny, you're free to go." Peter heard but didn't process, too intent on the conversation that was happening next to him.

"You say you have no idea why, uh, 'Chaos', chose you as a hostage?"

Harry simply shook his head fervently; a little too fervently.

"And you saw Spider-man swing in before the ceiling was collapsed, then leave, chasing 'Chaos'?"

Harry hesitated for a split second, not long enough to be noticeable but Peter picked up on it. Then he nodded.

"Ok, you can go," the inspector sighed then called to his team. "Alright! Wrap it up boys!"

Harry looked around then spotted Peter. He walked by his friend's elbow until they were safely out of the building and ear shot, then in a low voice, frequently looking about him, said: "I need to talk to you. Now."

End of Part 13

I don't often write fight scenes so sorry if it sucks.

Sorry for the corny 'Chaos' name. Couldn't think of anything else. :P I also put a clue as to what will happen in the next chapter, it's very subtle so anyone who can spot can have a cookie!

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