Clark sat at his apartment thinking. He hadn't slept good the night before because he kept thinking about Peter's friend Harry. Harry's dad had been the original Green Goblin. Harry's dad died as a result of his fight with Spiderman. Didn't Peter say earlier that Harry was the only one who knows that he is Spiderman. That explains why Harry was so rude to Peter the other night. Peter had already explained that much.
It hurt when he shook my hand, but how is that possible? He can't be a meteor freak as far as I know he has never been to Smallville.At the moment Clark really missed Chloe. She would know how to figure this out.
Then Clark thought about his encounter with the new Green Goblin. It hurt when he grabbed Clark. A thought occurred to Clark and he whispered, "Oh no".
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Lex walked into the Oscorp boardroom carrying a slim silver briefcase. He walked up and placed the case on the table. He then looked at Harry sitting at the other end of the table playing with a pen seeming to be mesmerized by it. Harry had a similar looking briefcase sitting in front of him.
"Here are the materials that you requested," Lex said as he extended his hand towards the case indicating for Harry to have a look inside. Harry finally made eye contact with Lex and it slightly unnerved him. Harry had such coldness in his eyes but also had a hint of wildness also as if you couldn't tell what he might do next. Harry got up and walked around the table to where Lex was standing. He unclipped the clasps on the suitcase and raised the lid. He looked on the green rocks with maniacal glee, a wide smile stretching across his face. "Yes, this will do. This will do just fine," Harry said while continuing to stare at the rocks.
Harry's peculiar behavior was really concerning Lex about Harry's mental stability. Lex started to leave the room, but Harry's attention suddenly switched to Lex. "Don't leave. Not until you've been paid." Harry started toward Lex dangerously. Lex prepared himself for a fight. Lex quickly hit him with a right hook and then a left cross. Harry's head moved from side-to-side but otherwise there was no effect.
"Now, my turn," Harry said then punched Lex squarely in the jaw causing him to fall to the ground unconscious.
It was late at night by the time that the theater closed for the actors to go home. The crescent moon was out but provided little light to see by.
"Goodnight Rose," Mary Jane said as they exited the theater.
"Goodnight Mary Jane. Are you sure you're going to be alright walking home by yourself?" Rose asked concerned.
"Yeah, I'll be fine"
"Okay. See you tomorrow," Rose said as she waved bye and turned and walked away.
"See you tomorrow," Mary Jane said as she started down the street.
Mary Jane had only gone two blocks when she got the feeling she was being watched. Instinctively she turned around to see if anything was there. She scanned both sides of the street but didn't see anything.
Okay, MJ you are just scaring yourself, there is nothing behind you," she said out loud to herself to help keep calm. She unconsciously quickened her pace slightly. She just couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. She turned around a second time to prove to herself nothing was there.
"See there is nothing to be afraid of," she said to herself. Then she turned around and saw Harry standing directly in front of her. Mary Jane was startled by his sudden appearance and gave a small scream.
"Talking to yourself, MJ. You know somebody would think you were crazy," Harry said shaking his head.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" Mary Jane asked still very frightened.
"I came to see you," he said as he quickly pulled out a handkerchief that he had soaked in chloroform. Mary Jane struggled before becoming limp. Harry gingerly picked her up and disappeared into the dark night.
Peter walked up to his apartment tiredly. He had had a really long day. He could hear the phone ringing through the door. He fumbled with the lock before finally opening the door. He threw down his backpack and his camera case. The phone was still ringing incessantly. He thought about not answering it, he was so tired. But whoever it was would not give and he reached over and answered the phone.
"Hello," he answered tiredly.
"Peter, where have you been? I have been trying to reach you all day," Clark said impatiently.
"Well, I had to go to class then I had to work," Peter said slightly annoyed. "What's going on?"
"I need to talk to you in person," Clark said seriously.
"Can't it wait until in the morning? I just walked in the door," Peter answered tiredly.
"No, I really need to tell you this in person. It is really important," Clark repeated.
"Alright, I'll be right there," Peter said as he hung up the phone. Well I might as well have some fun while I am out. Peter changed into his costume and headed out over the city.
Unbeknownst to Peter, he was not the only one out at night. Soon the hunter had spotter its prey. "Let's see where you are off to tonight," he said lowly to himself. He followed Spiderman at a safe distance to not attract any attention.
Peter landed on the roof of Clark's apartment building. He had a slight feeling that something wasn't right and he looked around to make sure no one was in sight. "Okay, you are just tired and feeling paranoid," he said as changed back into regular clothes before entering the building.
Clark answered the knock on his door to see Peter standing there slightly annoyed.
"So, what is so important that I had to come out tonight and this couldn't wait until in the morning," Peter said exasperated.
"Okay. I really don't know how to say this. So, I am just going to say it," Clark stammered before pausing a moment.
"Alright, out with it already," Peter replied hastily.
"Okay, remember what happened to me when we were fighting the Green Goblin," Clark said his words rushing out.
"Yeah," Peter said confused not knowing where this going.
"Then I shook Harry's hand after Mary Jane's play and I felt the same thing when I touched him," Clark continued rapidly.
"So, where are you going with this?" Peter said wanting Clark to spell it out for him.
"Peter, I think Harry is ..." Clark's words were cut off as an explosion blew out the large window spraying the room with glass.
"Me," the goblin said and laughed manically as appeared in the room.
Peter looked on in disbelief at the green costumed figure before him. Clark looked on concerned about what the goblin was about to do and if he would able to stop him or not.
Peter was finally able to speak. "Harry, is that you? What have you done?"
The goblin shot back with venom dripping in his voice, "What have I done? It's what you did. You killed my father. You took something from me so I am going to take everything from you now." He then threw down two pumpkin smoke bombs and thick orange and green began to fill the apartment. Peter and Clark both began to cough through the thick smoke. Clark began to feel lightheaded just before the room went black and he fell to the floor with a hard thud.
"Clark!" Peter said as he tried to get over to where Clark was, but he was also beginning to pass out. He fell to his knees, the last thing he saw before passing out was the Goblin hoisting Clark onto the glider and leaving through the smoke.