Lex laid in his hotel room unable to sleep, the anger in his brain had given way to confusion as he tried to sort out what he had just seen. Thoughts were flying through his head in rapid succession.
I actually hit Clark with my car going 60 miles per hour. He didn't even have a scratch on him. Then he lied about it. But, he seemed as surprised about it as I was about it as I was. How it that possible? Is Clark a meteor freak? What about the time he had to go to the hospital because he had hurt his ribs? How could he be hit by a car and it not cause a scratch but when he was thrown into a car, he ended up getting injured? That was at the same time that Eric Summers seemed to gain extraordinary abilities. Are they related?
It was almost too much for his brain; he shook his head to try and get rid of the thoughts. Then the questions started up again.
What was Clark doing in New York City? Why was he stealing money from ATMs. What was Spiderman's place in all of this?
Nothing seemed to make sense. The one thing that came back to the forefront of his mind was that Clark lied to him. He felt like there was a lot more to the story that he didn't know about. But it was late and he really did need to try and get some sleep. He eventually drifted off into a restless sleep.
Lex wasn't the only one having a restless night; across the city the city in his penthouse suite in one of the tallest buildings in New York lay Harry Osborne. All the muscles in his face were tensed showing the turmoil that he was going through, even in his sleep. It had been over a week since his reality had been
First his worst enemy, the person he had obsessed over, even thought about killing had turned out to be his best friend, Peter Parker. Peter Parker is Spiderman. The reality of that really hadn't sunk in yet even after all this long.
Then even stranger was the discovery he made in the penthouse. He was upset about finding out about Peter and smashed through a mirror, revealing a hidden room. Inside he found rows of round balls, a canister containing a strange green liquid and a mask that looked identical to the one the green goblin wore.
That was when the nightmares began. He saw his father talking to him, then he saw his father on the bed still, unmoving, dead. The he saw Spiderman standing next to bed. His father appears at his side and they both look at Norman's prone figure.
"See what he did. See what he did to me." Norman says quietly to begin with.
"No, no. He wouldn't do it." Harry moaned quietly.
"Are you calling your father a liar?" Norman screamed.
Harry
looked up at his father with fear in his eyes "No."
The
scene changed and Peter was now standing in front of him. Norman
pointed at Peter.
"He killed me. You have to avenge me. You know who he really is. You have to avenge me." He spat vehemently.
"No, Peter is my friend I could not hurt him." Harry whimpered.
Harry sat straight up in bed, thankful that the nightmare was over. His face was covered in sweat. He got up and walked to the bathroom to wash off his face. He was almost afraid of what the reflection might be. He had begun to see things lately. He grabbed a bath cloth off the rack and wet it, then proceeded to wash his face. Afterwards he glanced up in the mirror, glad that he only saw himself in the reflection. However that wasn't a good sight. His eyes had large black areas underneath the and his eyes seemed to droop down.
He walked back to the bed but did not fall asleep right away. He just lay there for a while thinking. It was about too much for him. He felt overwhelmed like he could crack at any moment. He eventually felt his eyelids be too heavy to hold open and drifted off to sleep.