Mirage

His feet landed soundlessly on the cement rooftop. He was standing... waiting. He wanted Harry dead. But it would never happen. Eventual peace would never come... "Harry! COME OUT HERE AND FACE ME." Peter's mask was soaked through with rain. It had taken him a great deal of time and energy to get here, to wait for Harry, to kill him once and for all. "What, are you a COWARD now!" He was off the deep end, and so far into insanity with pain from the death of loved ones. He no longer cared to know friendship. All Osborns were the same. They destroyed every life they touched. And now, he would end this terror. He would end the Osborns' bloodline forever.

Peter heard wet footsteps on the cement. Harry appeared in his civilian clothes, and looked anything but threatening. Peter bounded at him, knocking him to the ground. He pulled back and then threw a punch at Harry's face with amazing force. Blood dripped from Harry's nose as a second, third, fourth punch followed. He was relentless. The blood escaped from a gash on his cheekbone, and he groaned as a punch sailed at his stomach. Peter lost control as he mutilated this defenseless man, hoping to cause as much pain as he could before Harry passed out.

"–Pete," Harry choked, spitting blood onto the ground. "Come on. You're better than me. You don't kill!"

Peter laughed, then yelled at him in passionate anger. "You didn't have to see Aunt May after that... THING... killed her! You didn't have to see any of it."

"I didn't hurt anyone, Peter! I didn't kill anyone."

"You didn't do anything to stop her either. You're just as much to blame."

"I know you're still my friend," he said weakly, holding his stomach. "I know you believe me. Don't do this, Pete." He looked up with bloodshot eyes, wanting pity, receiving none.

Peter drew a long blade. "Your girlfriend left this behind. I thought you might want it back." With a surge of his arm, the blade ripped headlong through Harry's chest, nearly tearing through his heart... Nearly. Harry pulled the revolver from his pocket and fired three shots. One... Peter's leg... Two... he caught him in the back as he tried to run away... Three... He had taken the last bullet to himself.

Both Harry Osborn and Peter Parker awoke in their beds, in their own homes, shocked beyond all reason... Recalling a dream, so horrific... What had made them resort to violence against eachother?

Why, Peter wondered, had he been so fierce. Whom had Audrey killed? Peter slid feet-first out of bed, shakily. He crept on the hard-wood floors of the hallway, stopping at Mary Jane's bedroom door. It was open a bit, and he peered in to find her sleeping peacefully. All was right, he thought, as he could see her chest rise and fall in tranquil breathing. She was fine... what was he worrying about? He walked back to his bedroom, remembering just what he had to worry about. That dream was too real... Too palpable to be all fantasy.

Peter laid back down in bed, pulling up the covers. Whenever he was scared as a child, all he did was pull them over his head to keep the monsters out. He wished he could keep them out still. Audrey wouldn't go away every time he held a flashlight to the closet door or searched under the bed. She wasn't just a figment of his imagination. No matter how he tried to pull those same covers over his head, he could never keep the real monsters away.

Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. What was Peter talking about? Harry didn't stop someone... someone had killed Aunt May? Murder? Maybe one of his interns at Oscorp... She? That new girl... Katrina Jones. Or Jill Menendez. A secretary, an assistant... It could be anyone...

Pull yourself together, and don't be a moron. It was only a dream. Remember that one dream where you and that male intern were...

Harry shuddered internally.

As I said, just a dream. Just like this. You're not going to watch anyone die, or do the horizontal mambo with Claudio. Simple as that! Go back to sleep... You need it. Badly.

Harry listened to reason rather than dreams. Dreams! A collection of thoughts from the day. Aunt May had died... Peter had been angry today. But where did the knife and the girl come from? THAT'S RIGHT! Murderer... girl... He had watched Misery today.

Nothing like Stephen King to give you nightmares. Go to sleep. Just... let it slide. Kathy Bates isn't going to kill anyone. Go to sleep...

He closed his eyes again, waiting for a dreamless slumber. Now he was very glad he had fired Claudio... His eyes were still shut, but he was laughing softly to himself. A little levity in times of tragedy wasn't such a bad thing after all.

A/N: I know it's short but the best is yet to come! Biiig fight scenes, crazy new revelations and a lot of my personal favorite (sexy man) Harry. I'M A WOMAN ON THE EDGE:types obsessively: Thanks again for your reviews. I love you guys:sniffles: