The Edge of Death

"If it isn't the happy couple," the Green Goblin spoke devilishly staring straight at the pair, lying on the floor. Mary Jane stayed still in shock but Peter took action. He let out a battle cry and lunged toward his nemesis. The Green Goblin just moved back, letting Peter land on the floor in a crouch. Peter then leaped up to the ceiling and pushed off it, slamming straight into the Goblin. The Goblin quickly grabbed Peter's shirt and flung him into the wall, which Peter was able to gracefully land on.

"Please Harry, let's not do this here," Peter begged.

"You're the one who started it Parker," Harry answered. Harry then threw out a pumpkin bomb, heading straight toward him. Before Peter could even make a move, the ball let out a small shockwave, hitting Peter's body. Peter then fell to the floor, limp.

"No!" Mary Jane called out as she ran toward Peter. The Green Goblin didn't let Mary Jane reach her destination as he grabbed Mary Jane's hand and threw her into the wall, knocking the wind out of her.

"You stay put now," the Goblin said sadistically as he walked over to the motionless body of Peter. He grabbed him by the hem of his shirt and pulled him up to his face.

"I'm gonna make you suffer for what you did to my father Peter," Harry said as he took put what appeared to be a hilt of a knife. A blade then emerged from a slit on the top of the hilt. "I'm gonna torture you." Harry then plunged the knife into the area just above Peter's heart. Peter let out a scream.

"Harry…" Peter let out weakly as he began to lose consciousness.

"I'm not finished with you yet!" Harry whispered as he switched his hand holding Peter's shirt to Peter's right arm. He dug his knife into Peter's right arm, causing the man to let out another piercing scream.

Mary Jane woke up at that time to see Harry plunging a knife straight into Peter's arm.

"PETER!" Mary Jane screamed, tears immediately flowing down her cheeks. Mary Jane quickly took action and grabbed a nearby vase and threw it against Harry's head. Harry ignored her attack as he dug his knife in deeper causing Peter to finally lose consciousness as his blood flowed over his body from his two wounds.

Hurt quickly changed to anger as Mary Jane stood up to help her dying lover. She quickly ran at Harry, her eyes blinded by anger. Harry quickly turned around dropping Peter to the floor to catch Mary Jane's wrist, squeezing it tightly.

"Harry…Peter…" Mary Jane said weakly as Harry squeezed Mary Jane's wrist harder and harder. Mary Jane then let out another scream. As if it was a signal, Peter jolted awake and pulled the knife out of his arm, and turned his attention to Harry and Mary Jane. Peter did not hesitate as he attacked Harry quickly, knocking Harry over. He then gave a hard punch with his left hand to the Goblin's face. He then drew it back for another shot but Harry quickly grabbed his neck with both hands, choking him.

Mary Jane rubbed at her wrist as she got up. She then saw Harry giving more sadistic treatment to Peter. As she approached the two, a burning wooden board fell from the ceiling. Mary Jane looked up to see that the fire ignited from Harry's pumpkin bomb had spread into the ceiling and much more of the floor.

Peter was starting to weaken, with all the air being pumped out of him. Then Harry dragged Peter across the floor, over some small fires on the floor toward the missing half of the bedroom. Harry then dangled him over the edge, the streets seven stories under him.

"Harry please don't do this. You're better than the Goblin," Peter said.

"You shouldn't be talking murderer!" Harry replied harshly. A bullet shot straight into a wall next to Harry, causing him to jump slightly. Harry then turned his attention to the ground, where several crowds, firefighters, police men were gathered and here were also several people leaving the building. The policemen were aiming straight at Harry, sending several shots at him, being careful not to hit the helpless man.

"Will you dopes aim right?" one of the policemen shouted, who was apparently the chief.

"Annoying little pests aren't they Pete?" the Goblin asked as he put Peter in the path of the bullets. One pierced through Peter's skin causing him to scream in pain before finally losing consciousness.

"Hold your fire!" the chief shouted quickly. Many of the crowds gasped at the horrible sight that was occurring seven stories above them.

"I think that I should leave web head, but I'll be seeing you soon," the Goblin said mysteriously. He then let go of Peter, causing him to fall. The Goblin then signaled his gilder and hopped on it, flying off into the night sky.

"Catch him!" a firefighter shouted. Two other firefighters obliged and caught Peter, their arms sagging from Peter's muscle weight.

"Mary Jane…still up there," Peter whispered, using all his energy just to get the words out.

"He's saying someone's still up there," a firefighter said.

"Someone's already up there looking for survivors," another replied.

It turned out that the man's words were true as a firefighter was running up the stairs, heading for the last floor of the apartment, the seventh floor. The man quickly searched through each room, finding no one. He then saw the last room at the end of the hallway, the fire spreading out the door.

"Is anyone in here?" the firefighter called out as he slammed the door down.

"Help…" a faint voice called. The man headed directly toward the source of the voice. He entered the room to find a red head lying on the floor, her foot caught under a fallen beam. The man gently lifted it off her foot and picked her up and looked at her face for a moment.

"Aren't you that actress Mary Jane Watson?" the man asked curiously.

"Can we not talk about that right now?" Mary Jane pointed out.

"Right," the man answered foolishly as he slung Mary Jane's body over his shoulder and headed toward the exit quickly leaving the area of the now spreading fire. The man ran down the stairs through the quickly moving smoke. He finally reached the bottom and finally left the building. People cheered as the firefighter gave Mary Jane to a medical worker who sat Mary Jane down on a stretcher and gave her an oxygen mask.

"Good job Joey," several firefighters said as they gathered around the hero of the night.

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Three hours later, Mary Jane stood at Peter's hospital bedside, hlding his bandaged hand, shedding tears of worry and fear.

"Peter, I'm so sorry I couldn't help you," Mary Jane whispered, wishing that Peter was awake. Mary Jane's heart felt so hurt and wounded when looking at Peter's many bandages and IV hookups. She hated seeing him like this. She just hated it. She rested her head on Peter's legs and quickly drifted to sleep,