Epilogue: Rebirth
The Green Goblin smirked. Octavius was a fool! Harry Osborn is going nowhere—it's the great Doctor Octopus that's going down. Octavius is not going to get away with it; Harry is going to avenge his best friend's death.
"He he," Goblin laughed, "you know it Octavius! The Good guys always win!"
I scowled. Who is he to say that, when he tried to kill Mary Jane and a group of kids once?
"Look who's talking! I'm not the only one who fought Spiderman and got away with it!"
Father!
Go my children. Go up there. I feel like punching someone today.
I had my two top actuators shoot out and I climbed at full speed up to the bastard, attacking him head-on with my flesh-and-blood arm's punch.
That caught Goblin in surprise. I missed him by just an inch...and everything seems like it was going in slow motion. The Green Goblin grunted, and I used my other arm to punch him in the stomach.
"Damn it!" Goblin cursed. He was knocked back, but he stayed in the glider.
"Ha!" I smirked. But the Goblin wouldn't go down that easily by just a punch. I was falling, so I had my bottom two actuators grab onto the glider. The Green Goblin tried to shake me off, but I held onto him, like a real spider.
Then he flew the glider towards a wall, and I let go immediately.
"Awwshitshitshitshit!" Not a pretty feeling, falling over 30 ft. below...
Do SOMETHING! I thought loudly.
This...will hurt!
The top right actuator reached out to a building's window, swinging me into the glass window. I crashed landed onto the ground, glass shards everywhere, my blood everywhere. God, it hurts! I'm surprised I could go on...I'm still an average human being physically, just attached to metal by the spine. Damn...I'm going to feel this in the morning...
I weakly got up. My head was bleeding, and I quickly tried to brush it and a few tiny pieces of glass from my face. Damn it...my vision slowly making me dizzy...I'm supposed to be in bed...
I shook my head. Can't afford any weaknesses now. If I was to die, I have to bring him with me.
The Green Goblin lowered his glider, and I could see him hover from out the window.
"Look what we have here," he said gruffly, "you have a knack for breaking windows Ock! First this one, and the other that killed your whore." He cackled.
Those words...those goddamn words...they sting like a thousand arrows. How...how dare that asshole...
Let us get him for you!
He offended your Rosie!
...say that about MY WIFE!
"Rraaaggghh!!" I made a mad dash and screamed—jumping out the window and onto the Green Goblin, punching him continuously.
What are you doing?! I yelled to my arms. Give him your fuckin' best!
The arms needn't to be told twice. They began hitting him, slapping him, stinging him like bees. And the Goblin didn't bring out his defense this time, he kept punching me back, choking me.
We were flying across the city on the glider, exchanging blow from blow, the whole city watching us fight. Is this a perfect chance to redeem myself? This man...this monster... have terrorized this city before. Would I receive a chance to be redeemed, at this moment?
The city must be confused. I have killed their hero, the vigilante that dedicated himself to save the city. They all mourn for him and they all glared daggers (more than fear me) now. Could this be a chance, to play my part as a hero, to save this city from whatever the green goblin plans to do with it, to take over Peter's role?
These thoughts, this fight...are making me realize something. I'm beginning to enjoy this feeling. Maybe it is better to be a hero. Maybe it is better...to protect someone rather than be protected. It makes me feel stronger, makes me feel...worthwhile.
Now, it makes me realize, that...I don't want to go to hell. And I really meant it. I just can't go off and say 'Oh look I did a bad thing. Guess there's no way I'll be in heaven'. I got to work hard. I must do more good, than bad. I got to stay strong, to pray, to help these people.
I feel, right now, as if I'm fighting a demon. The Green Goblin—it perfectly fits.
I soon aimed a punch to his head—but he caught it in time. He pulled my arm down and punched me into the cheekbone, and that threw me off the glider-- I landed hard on top of a building, crashing into a pile the bricks. There were construction men on top of the building, and they fled.
"My head..." I moaned, rubbing my left temple.
Father!
Are you alright?
I'm fine...
I got to get up. I got to keep fighting. Peter depends on me, Mary Jane depends on me, the people and city depends on me...no matter what evil I have done to them in the past. I have got to stop this man once and for all...and it makes a wonder why Peter never defeated him.
Osborn watched Octavius down in disgust. Pathetic. This is the man who killed his best friend? This same man? Either he has grown weak, or have lost his rage after killing Peter.
He lowered the glider down on top of the building, and got off. He walked slowly, calmly, with no feeling or emotion.
"Interesting," he spoke coldly. "I have heard that you have let out such hellish rage or power, but I have never seen you used it in our fight."
I tried to get up. I breathed hard, and spat out blood. A mixture of blood, glass, and debris stained my coat and my skin, but I still moved on, no matter how nauseous I've become, no matter how sick I can be.
"I will protect these people," I spoke, breathing harshly, "I will keep my promise...that I will protect this city with my life...that I will take his place, and remember that with great power comes great responsibility...and that it will be the benefit for mankind!"
I walked to him, my legs limping, grasping my chests. My chest hurts so much...are my ribs broken?
Osborn scowled at Otto. Look at him, he thought. So pathetic! So weak! So fragile, and he hits like a girl! Where is the man that killed Peter?! Where is that bastard that killed my best friend?!
My arms were ready to attack.
We'll defend you!
We'll kill him!
"No," I whispered, "no more killing. No more. I'm not Doctor Octopus. He is dead. Peter killed him. Peter rescued Otto...like the way he rescues the citizens. I'm saved. You hear me? He saved me! He sacrificed his life to save me! And I will not let his death be in vain..."
I let go of my chest, and got into karate fighting position. The Green Goblin laughed.
"You're still up? You can't even fight correctly. Go ahead, depend on those tentacles to help you."
I didn't speak. I ran up to him, and shot out my right actuators to attack—Goblin kept dodging and blocking.
He's fast!
Faster than Spider-man!
Then I had my left actuators attack next. He still blocks and dodges. I try and hit him with my flesh-and-blood. He still makes it.
Then I felt a strong tingle of pain in my ribs, and all of my arms, even the mechanical ones, stopped attacking. The Green Goblin let down his right knee, which I found out that he hit me in the guts with, and took a step back. He cackled.
I grunted in pain. He hit me...where it hurts! I bent down in my knees crutching my ribs, struggling. Ouch...no I'm really going to feel that in the morning!
Father! Father!
Keep your body away from him! We can attack from afar!
Can you get up?!
Does it still hurt?
I slowly looked up to Goblin...anger masking my face. Why now? Why did he come back?
"Pity. Pit-y!" The green goblin walked up closer to me. "You know," he said gruffly, bending down on one knee, "I could squash you like a bug right now."
I felt a powerful grip as he squeezed my jaw. "But no," Goblin said softly, "I want to see you suffer. I want to give you the most painful death imaginable. Then, when you die, I'll build you your grave myself, and I'll spit down to it, then I'll burn your grave, reminding me that you'll be rotting in hell!"
How dare he!
He is soooo dead!
Just wait until he feels this!
I gritted my teeth, growling in anger. "Let go of my jaw," I said harshly, "before I'll tear your hands apart!"
Go my children! Rip him apart. Keep him from me!
Will do!
Don't kill him thoug—
ZAP!
Before I could finish, my four actuators attacked, but then they just dropped down. The Goblin, while holding my jaw up, had raised a bluish-purple ball up, and blue-electric energy escaped at a push of a button. The reaction, the actuators stopped moving and echoes of them screaming filled my head. It was a blinding headache, and it wasn't just an ear-splitting chorus of screams, it was making me sick again. I grunted and moaned in pain.
"Electromagnetic pulses," The Green Goblin spoke, "EMP. I love that stuff, don'cha? Didn't think I came prepared, did you?"
I looked at him in fear. How am I to fight him without the arms? I really am going to die...
I'm so sorry father!
We failed you! We failed everyone!
Why can't we move?
Why can't we feel?! What is going on?!
The Green Goblin scoffed and threw my head into the ground, where my skull crashed painfully into. I didn't want to get up. I never want to get up and fight again... My head's throbbing, I'm still bleeding freely, ear-breaking screams inside my mind--- I can't take it!
"I'm sorry Peter..." I wanted to cry. But I couldn't. Not in front of this bastard. "I...I failed the city...I wasn't given a chance..."
"Don't give up Otto!" a voice in the back of my head spoke, "You can still win. You can still do it. Do it for MJ. For the city. For me. For Rosie..."
I closed my eyes...and thought hard about Rosie. I remember her rose oil perfume scent...the soft touch of her tan skin...the way her brown, beautiful free hair flying through a windy afternoon...I miss her so much. I want to be with her again. But not yet. I got a city to save. She wouldn't want me go give up. She wouldn't want me to suffer either...and she would want me to be strong.
"Pathetic. I can't believe that a weakling like you could kill the legendary Spiderman. Must be pure dumb luck, I guess..."
I was drifting to sleep...no! I can't be unconscious yet! I can't rest yet! He is still here!
"Though, I have always hated Spiderman before. But now, now I don't. Not anymore. You should've let me kill him, but no! You went off from your little swimming pool and choked the guy to death. Well, I don't blame you...you're a hack after all."
I tried to gain my senses. I couldn't get up. But my eyes...they were so dizzy, so blurry, and I couldn't keep it up...
I closed my eyes for a while, shuddering in pain. Goblin was still talking. I could still hear him...
"Look at you. Lying there like a beaten dog. I hate you for it. You didn't even put up much of a fight. I whupped you with no sweat. You're going too easy on me."
I tried to ignore his ranting. My body couldn't take this anymore...so I decided to rest for a while. Not sleep, but rest. And all this time, gray clouds filled the air, and soon, a shower that turns into a storm of rain came out.
But just then...I could smell her rose oil perfume just right now. Rosie? Is she near? Memories and robot screaming filled my head, confusing me. But even the brain was known to come to an abrupt halt. I tried to concentrate, to keep out the world from my senses, mentally erasing myself.
In pure blackness, I could see her. I could see Rosie. I couldn't feel her, but I could see her. She was smiling sadly, looking at me, tears running down freely. I mentally gulped and cried. I wanted to run up to her, to tell her I'm sorry, to tell her I'll do whatever I can to make up for it...but her spirit lingers there, and I can't do anything. It is all in the state of my mind.
"Otto..." she said softly. Her voice was so beautiful... "Baby..."
"Rosie..." I whispered. She nodded, and by that time, I knew why she was nodding. My senses went back to reality, to the pain, to my real thoughts, to Goblin's talking.
A spirit of Peter watched sadly from overhead. Two men, protecting MJ, doing purposely good, both fighting each other. Things aren't the way it used to be. Sometimes he wished he never received his powers. They didn't have to suffer like this...but at times, he was glad he received his powers.
I wish I was still alive...Peter thought. I have to stop them. I have to save them. They're my friends, fighting each other to the death...I can't go off not being part of it! I have to stop them, to save them! I have to tell Harry...and help Otto! He needs my help!
Then, he felt his spirit move back fast, in full speed...
"Get up Octavius," Goblin said coldly, as I regained consciousness. He tried to lift me up by the neck of the trench coat. I could feel that he was smiling from underneath.
"Look who's the jellyfish now, eh? Seems so, since you were named after a sea-animal." That caught my attention. Did I hear correctly? Jellyfish? Isn't that what I call Harry Osborn...? Oh god, it can't be, can it?
"Look into the eyes," Goblin said harshly, taking off his mask, "look into the eyes of the last person you'll ever see, the person you stole money and friend from, the eyes of a man who is the son of the true and original Green Goblin!"
And there, I saw Harry Osborn's face, the every detail of it, the every ugliness of it. I can't believe it. I'm losing to Osborn. He is killing me...he was the son of the original green goblin? That must mean Norman Osborn...oh god...it all makes perfect sense...
"H-harry..." I said, in shock. A crash of thunder was heard. Rain fell over us, pouring from the sky. How long did the rain stay? For weeks now?
He nodded. "Yeah, and remember it."
"Don't do this Harry!" I yelled, "Peter wouldn't want you to kill!"
"Maybe, maybe not." He replied, "But I want to. And I don't give a damn. My life isn't complete until I got revenge on someone."
"No...you're wrong..."
Harry, vengeance doesn't solve anything. It'll never will. The pain will continue to fester and grow. You'll fall into guilt, and realize that it was wrong. Don't do it Harry. Don't do it. I once got my revenge, and I have felt the most painful reaction. I don't want you to feel that. It was much too painful for any human to bear. Don't do it Harry. Don't do it.
But then, I just felt some kind of feeling, that everything will be alright. I don't know why, as that the situation is tight...but I'm going to be saved...
Back at the cemetery, a tall, black haired muscular man with a mustache stood over Peter Parker's grave, and he have dugged out everything, all the way to the coffin.
It was raining, and pouring hard. But it didn't stop the man from digging.
"He should return any moment now," the man spoke. Then, like the way a Zombie would do, a hand reached out, and it was still of life, not decaying. It made the man jump back, but then he jumped down into the burial hole, to open the coffin. He also brought down a brown paper bag with him. He opened the coffin.
And out came, once again, the awaken figure of Peter Parker, who is now known as Spiderman.
And he was confused.
"What is this?" He asked, his voice cracking. He felt as if awaken from a dream.
He looked at his hands, he felt so cold. He remembered the life-threatening pain, the spirit traveling, talking to Otto in his dream. How is this possible? How is he alive?
"You should be blessed, Peter Parker," the man said. "I tranquilized you, or drugged you before he could squeeze you any tighter. I wanted to make it seem as if you were really dead."
"But...I was a ghost?!"
"Men have said before that their spirits have left their bodies. But that isn't important now. You have two friends to save." The man said, giving Peter the brown paper bag.
By then, the rain has stopped.
Peter took the bag, and opened it, to find that his Spiderman suit was in there.
"Um...I don't know what to say...thank you Mister..."
"Kravinoff. Sergio Kravinoff. Or perhaps, you should prefer me as Kraven the hunter."
Peter nodded. "Thank you Kraven. I owe you."
"Go kid, before someone dies tonight!"
Peter took off his suit's jacket, tossed it to Kraven, and put on his Spiderman mask. He shot out a webline, and zoomed out, into the city, into the chaos. As it happened, the gray clouds cleared off, bringing out the long forgotten sun, as Peter swings through the city, taking off his clothes and putting on his Spiderman costume while doing so.
Peter made a smile. There's always happy endings right? But then again, everything will be alright. No one have to get hurt.
The End.
Peter is alive! A-L-I-V-E! (laughs evilly like Frankenstein) You guys fill in the rest of the holes. 'Nuff said!
And once in the comics, Peter did 'die', with Kraven who did 'killed' Peter (who in the end drugged him with a tranquilizer) and I thought that it'll be cool, because there wouldn't be a Spiderman story with out Spiderman, right? Just think. No one was going to die that night.
I have enjoyed working on this project, and it truly brung out the anguish feeling out of me! I'd like to thank, LadyKayoss Glad to see you like the song! I love it too!), Duel, Battle, and War, Bakudon (andI look forward for more on 'A New Dawn'!), Moonjava (next chapter is next? I understand! typo, huh? Gets it all the time, this one says), hazelle, (a sequel huh? You really want one?) LordLanceahlot, and everyone else thatI did not include or didn't review but enjoyed it and read it.
Sayonara!
oh and by the way:
"The grace of our lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen." Revelation 22:21