A/N: First off Thank you to those who reviewed. Okay that done with This took a while causeI toyed with the idea of having the Scriers then thought stuff it too much like the comics.Now my poncey excuses are out the way on with the story
FRANCE: EUROPE-Two Days later
It seemed almost comical to Norman Osborn as he sat outside a little French café drinking a latte. He chuckled to himself as he looked at the newspaper in his hands. Dead they thought he was dead. His leaving the country had gone unnoticed. He had travelled into Florida away from where his face was well known. A counterfeit passport and ID were child's play compared to his genius. For now he was free Parker had no clue, he could do what he wanted.
"Parker will find out he's smart"
Osborn's head snapped towards the café window and his reflection, He sneered at his reflection, the bane of his existence, the real Norman Osborn.
"Parker won't find out we have plans that even you don't know of, Parker will be very busy for a while, very busy."
"What do you have in mind" The reflection asked.
"Some plans that will result in my glorious triumph"
"You mean our?"
"Yes of course" Osborn snapped causing some funny looks to go his way. He sighed "we will discuss this later?" he told his reflection and he returned to his latte.
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A clock rang out midnight and several shadowy figures, moved through the shadows; they were swathed in cloaks that covered their entire bodies leaving their faces covered in shadow.
They all moved in the same direction seeming to float, like death herself moving silently unnoticed. No not unnoticed someone watched from deep within the shadows seeming one with it he watched as the figures moved towards an ancient castle on the mountain overlooking the little picturesque French village.
One passed the figure oblivious to his presence, he was a straggler and was hurrying to catch up with the others, and he didn't notice the demon like shadow behind him. The only inkling someone was there who shouldn't have been was the arm that wrapped around he hooded neck by that time it was too late.
The hooded figure let out a strangled croak as the arm tightened around his throat. It could feel its trachea slowly crush cutting off its air supply, it barely felt the hand at the back of its head push forward, unrelenting till there was a satisfying crack.
The cloak was quickly removed and wrapped around the killer's body; the body was lifted up and thrown into some handy bushes so it was hidden from view.
The now hooded killer moved quickly to catch up with the group. It moved as silently as they did up the hill and reached the gate to the castle just the end of the group was entering. He followed silently and stood to the back of the court yard.
A large fat man stood at the forefront of the crowd, he was dressed in a red robe and left his hood down that he was grey and balding, he waited several seconds for the congregation to quieten before he began to speak.
"Brothers! Sisters! Tonight is the night, the planets are aligned and our lord will appear to us in the light of the full moon." He cried his arms spread wide. He looked over the crowd. And their voices rose like a demonic prayer.
"We give you our allegiance master. We surrender ourselves unto you body and soul. Let us fear neither noose, nor sword, nor poison. Let us walk unscathed among lepers and the plague-ridden. Erase us from the Book of Life and inscribe us in the black Book of Death."
Nothing happened as the leader stood his arms held out wide; a slight look of confusion crossed his face. He turned to the burning pillar of flame behind him.
"Master why have you betrayed me please you swore you would appear before the chosen, we are here please master why?"
He fell to his knees seeming to deflate as hooded figure stepped up on the stage and stood behind the leader, the hooded figure pulled from the depths of it's cloak a small Japanese dagger known as a Tanto and used it to slit the man's throat before calmly turning and leaving the castle, those gathered ignoring it like the figure didn't exist.
The crowd gasped and surged forward to wards their dead leader whose life blood was flowing across the stage.
"Our lord has killed him" a woman shouted from the depths of the crowd
And from his perch on one of the castles towers Norman Osborn crouched watching a grin crossing his face.
PARIS, FRANCE 6 MONTHS LATER
Another small café on a busy French street, a small Asian woman sat behind a table, dark glass concealing her killer eyes. A man walked up to her table and she watched him noting that the man appeared very undiscript if she had not been trained in the assassins ways she would have instantly forgotten him probably like every one else in this room their was nothing that stood out if he was in a crowd and you blinked it would be like he disappeared
"Good afternoon madam is this seat taken?" He asked
"No it is not taken and nor shall it be" A strong Japanese accent added a richness to her voice
"I think you'll find that it will be taken unless the authorities wish to hear about your part in the death of two very well respected gentlemen" The man casually said as he sat down, speaking as though he was enquiring on the weather rather then the deaths of two people
Her eyes snapped up and now very intently she stared at the gentleman in front of her. He clicked his fingers and one of the waitresses walked up to him.
"Coffee, Black, strong and no sugar" He continued to stare at the Japanese woman in front of him.
"How do you know anything of that?" She asked as the waitress left to bring his order.
"Let's just say I'm special" He grinned and lent forward. "You're a very hard woman to track down, after you murdered those two cultists I would have thought you'd return to Japan but no I find you here"
"How do you know about that?" She asked again her voice lowered her eyes concentrating on the man no more then a foot away from
"Kwannon please, no mind tricks and no mind probes, I am immune to those, I am also aware of your history of an assassin and telepath, I watched as you casually slit the cult leader's throat in front of the crowd and not a single one noticed you, That would put your powers on par with that X-woman"
Kwannon Placed the unsheathed Tanto in her lap, she had other weapons but she'd rather keep to this one for now.
"Who are you?" She asked removing the glasses on her face
"Aha that is the real question for now you will just know me a Scrier" he told her "And I have a job for you, one which I am willing to pay well for"
"I already have an employer" she informed him and a smirk crossed his face.
"The Japanese crime lord? I heard you don't get paid for his work?" his eyes showed he already knew what she was to her master
"Money is not the only type of payment" she stated bluntly
"To each his own or rather her own" he reached into his pocket and pulled a small vial out and placed it onto the table "I want you to administer this to the head of OsCorp Harry Osborne"
Kwannon picked up and examined it "what is it?"
"It is non of your concern what it is, just inject it into Harry and leave no evidence, there's five million for you alone, if you complete this task, You'll receive half now" he handed her a card "Half later, the PIN for that card is four-nine-eight-five the account has half in it when you've completed your task the other two point five will be forwarded to it"
Kwannon stood taking the card and the vial "I will accept this offer, unfortunately for you due to other engagements it may take some time"
"I'm a patient man" Scrier said as Kwannon turned and walked off disappearing into the lunch time shoppers.
From his other pocket Scrier pulled a mobile phone from his pocket and used the quick dial feature to phone someone, he placed it to his ear and waited a few seconds for it to be answered
"The contracts been accepted you may expect a delay though" he spoke quietly
At the other end of the phone line Norman Osborn smiled "Good continue your work my friend I'm sure Professor Warren will be waiting" Norman placed the phone down and turned to the mirror to see his reflection with a look of slight annoyance.
"What's the matter Osborn?"
"You promised me we where in this together for six months I've been locked deep in my brain unable to talk to you what contract? Who's Professor Warren?" His reflection spoke and folded its arms
"Miles Warren does not concern you and the contract is simply a way of bringing Harry back into the fold"
"you promised to leave my son out of this" his reflection looked distraught and started to try to fight its way out the mirror
"Not your son Osborn. My son!" He lifted the phone and threw it through the mirror shattering the glass and silencing the psyche of Norman Osborn
NEW YORK CITY: OSBORN PENTHOUSE-4 Months later
Peter? Spider-man was Peter? Peter killed his father. Peter killed him and now Peter would die he swore it.
Harry Osborn sat on the couch in his father's old study staring at the Knife he was to use to kill Spider-man with. He'd taken off the mask so he could watch the killer's eyes go cold as Death took him. Only to find that it was Peter who had killed his father.
A gust of wind and the clicking of the door opening caused him to look up, he stood up curious he was the only one here he'd made sure before Octavius had brought Peter.
"Hello" he shouted and the door creaked open
A terrifying laugh echoed through the building and Harry looked around to find its source
Kwannon stood in the door way. Her telepathic abilities masking her from Harry's sight. She had placed the serum into a special dart known as a Spider dart ironic in its name though Kwannon did not know this. The tip of the spider dart would enter a pore and the tip would spring open into eight 'spider' legs, these legs would move around till they came into contact with a blood vessel and would then wrap it round the vessel till it was secure. The tips of these legs would pierce the vessel and inject the serum; the main body of the dart would disconnect and quickly dissolve leaving the bio-degradable tip to become part the body.
Kwannon with an accuracy that would make Bullseye proud threw the dart at the Harry and watched as the dart did its work. It was simple enough to manipulate Harry's mind to ignore the slight pain of the dart. As soon as the Dart fell to the floor and disappeared Kwannon turned and headed out of the building to return to France and her other 2.5 million.
Harry stood still for a few seconds little realizing what had happened, He moved as soon as that laugh happened again.
"Who's that?" Harry asked a slight hint of fear on his face.
"Son" Harry froze and turned to the source of the noise only to see his father Norman Osborn in the Mirror. "I'm here"
"Dad?" Harry asked confused "I thought you were…"
"No" the image of Norman spoke "I'm alive in you Harry. Now it's your turn, you swore you would make Spider-man pay, now make him pay"
"But Pete's my best friend" Harry argued. The serum in Harry's actually contained a base image of Norman himself what scientists would call his mental clone it had taken him months to prepare it. He had Scrier steal several nanobots which would take in essence a replica of Norman's brainwaves and place them into Harry's brain
"And I'm your father." The image stated, its face echoing a look of disgust Harry had seen many times in his youth "You're weak" the image of Norman sneered "you've always been weak and you'll always be weak until you take control" Norman smiled in a half grin.
"Now you know the truth about Peter. Be strong Harry. Avenge me."
Harry shook his head tear beginning to form his eyes. The image of Norman's eyes flashed with anger.
"AVENGE ME!"
"NO!" Harry raised the knife and threw it at the mirror shattering it and revealing a hidden passage way. Dark and filled with cobwebs, nervously Harry entered it, It looked like it had been a main part of the building that had been boarded up long ago and possibly his dad used it as a study these thoughts crossed Harry's mind as he walked further into the hidden area
He looked around cautiously his eyes watching the shadows when he turned his head.
And stared directly into the eyes of the Green Goblin. Harry jumped and backed up knocking into a row of glass shelves lights illuminated the area revealing that they were stacked with what the bugle had dubbed pumpkin bombs, Harry turned to his left seeing rows and rows filled with the explosive thousands of them.
He turned right and again another set of shelves, with several large canister all the same green colour as the Goblin suit. He moved forward and removed one with a slight click as it detached from the specially built shelf.
He turned again back to the Green Goblin mask and stared at the gliders ahead of him and his destiny.
A/N Next chapter will focus more on Harry as the Green Goblin.