I know this is done before but it has changed at the bottom... enjoy...
Everyone stared at the transformed Curt Connors as he stood on his two feet, sniffing the air around him, his serpent tongue flicking in and out of his mouth. He finally stopped as his orange eyes spotted Jack, who stood rigid beside Octavius. The eyes turned into narrow slits. Jack nervously swallowed the spit that had accumulated in his mouth as Curt slowly approached him. His pace got quicker as he got closer to Jack, when suddenly Curt lunged at him. Jack instinctively brought up his arms in an attempt to protect his face from the sharp teeth, which strangely never came. He opened his eyes and gasped. Octavius stood in front of him, with all his actuators trying to cease the struggles of the stressed Curt.
"Why is it that always has to save you?"
"Because I'm a vulnerable teenager?"
"Which is why you are now easy prey."
Octavius's eyes widened behind his sunglasses as Chase ran towards him before jumping high to attack the doctor's unprotected head. Suddenly a shot was heard and a bolt of blue lightning came out from behind the eight-arm villain, hitting Chase in the chest. He was thrown backwards, hitting the wall again with great force. Octavius looked behind him to find a grinning Jack, brandishing his black taser gun with his trench coat.
"Just returning the favor!" Jack laughed, lowering his taser. He looked at Chase, who was struggling to stand up. He finally managed, if a bit shakily. On the lamppost, Spiderman was cracking up from the villain's antics, which unfortunately Chase didn't find as amusing. So the Prince of Darkness stomped over to the lamppost and gave it a few hard whacks with his tail causing the super hero to lose his balance, wave his arms in the air like a madman for a while before falling down, hitting the concrete with his back.
"Ow." gurgled Spiderman. Chase stared down on him with amusement and satisfaction. He turned around to find that Octavius and Jack were looking back at him, sitting comfortably once again in the cafeteria chairs, and drinking their coffee. Curt seemed to find it interesting to since now only two tentacles were required to keep him still.
"I will gladly give you all my riches if you kill this guy." said Octavius, taking a sip of his coffee. Chase gave him a sinister smile, showing all of his sharp teeth.
"Give me Spicer and the spider is dead." hissed Chase. He was met with Octavius's own sinister grin.
"You know I can't do that."
"Then the offer is withdrawn," smiled Chase, "But I will still need Spicer."
Octavius kept on smiling and drank again from his cup of coffee. Chase's eyes narrowed. The two free tentacles stared down on him with their red eyes, surveying his every movement. Jack's own eyes stared as well at the silent spectacle before him, occasionally taking glances at Octavius. Abruptly Chase took two steps forward making the tentacles open their jaws wider to appear more threatening. Octavius now dropped his smile and looked at Chase more seriously.
"Give me Spicer!" growled Chase, offering a clawed hand out expecting Jack to come. Instead Jack did the most courageous thing ever. He lifted his hand and with the universally known "sign" he said:
"Make me you son of a b-"
The rest of the sentence was drowned out by Chase's howl of anger. The lizard ran towards him in an effort to grab him. Octavius immediately reacted by throwing Curt at Chase, resulting in both lizards being thrown back.
"Time to go." said Octavius.Can't we stay? chirped the bottom left actuator.You humans do amusing things! agreed the bottom right.
If no one has noticed, two extremely mad lizards are trying to kill us! And Spiderman won't help us much lying unconscious on the ground!
So?
I would like my head to be attached to my shoulders thank you.
The actuators gave a grumble, before the top right reluctantly grabbed Jack by the waist. Octavius gave a nod of approvement and using the remaining three actuators, he started clambering up the steep buildings, as far away as possible from the recovering lizards. Curt was the first to get up and was lucky enough to witness Octavius climbing on top of a building. He quickly got up and after some agile climbing; he too, was over the building but not before being spotted by Chase. And he was mad. He was the Prince of Darkness goddammit! He wasn't about to be proven wrong by an eight-arm doctor and a whining Goth boy! As he thought of this, he was already on his feet and climbing up the building, following Curt's and Octavius's foot prints.
Meanwhile, Octavius's brain was racing as his tentacles carried him and Jack above 30 meter high buildings, down to the busy streets below, filled with surprised civilians, smashing a couple of unfortunate cars and twice nearly crushing Jack into the ground.
"I'm starting to think that you carrying me around like this isn't such a good idea," mumbled Jack before giving a yelp of surprise as he was nearly squashed again. "I don't want to become one with the pavement!!!"
"Actually, I think it's the one that's holding you that is doing that." Dammit
"Anyway, what do we do?!"
Octavius slowed down his pace to think well and when he got the answer he quickened up again.
"I know someone that can help…"
Now, poking its head high above the other buildings, was Oscorp Industries. At the very top was a balcony and on that balcony were sliding glass doors, open, with the curtains billowing in the morning wind. Inside, a young man paced around, wearing a green, armored suit. He finally sat on a black, leather armchair facing the fireplace. Obviously there was no fire, it was a rather warm day. Above it, was a painting of an older man with slicked back, light brown hair with green eyes, wearing a black business suit. The young man stared at the painting of his father for a while longer. He looked very much like the father except the hair was a darker brown. Suddenly the painting's eyes moved directing themselves to the young man.
"Is there anyone else here?" said the painting, yet the mouth didn't move. The man gave a sigh.
"No Father…"
"Finally!" exclaimed the painting and the eyes moved back into their normal positions. Then a green ghost floated out and moved next to the man's head. It had a green mask with a hooked nose and amber eyes, while the mouth was grinning and full of sharp teeth.
"Sitting in that painting bores the dead shit out of me," groaned the ghost, stretching itself. "Anyway Harry, how is the company going?"
"Quite well Father, despite having created two super villains that nearly destroyed our reputation, but we are getting back on our feet and doing well in the economy market." answered Harry.
"Good, good," mused the ghost. "What about Peter?"
"Still alive and being an annoyance."
The ghost went silent at this. The mask it wore was scrunched up in thought as it slowly floated around the room. Harry still sat in the armchair, waiting for his father's answer. Ever since he had discovered his father's stash behind the mirror he was very eager to continue the family business and avenge his father's death. Besides, it was quite fun to fly around on the glider, the wind in his face, the bombs in his hand and of course the writhing victims of the bombs. Ah, so fun! Harry closed his eyes and went into fantasyland were everyone around him was dying horribly especially Peter.
"Hey kid?"
Harry snapped out of it and immediately gave a sheepish grin to his father. The ghost sighed.
"Let me worry about Peter, don't you have a meeting to go to?" the ghost asked. Harry nodded and got up from his armchair. As he walked over to his wardrobe, he heard a faint thump. He strained his ears and he could hear it again, this time louder. It was familiar but he couldn't place his finger on it.
"Father, can you here that?" Harry asked. The ghost gave him a quizzical look before straining his non-existent ears as well. The amber eyes widened. But before he could say anything, there was a large crash on the balcony and a flushed Octavius, carrying an even paler Jack in his tentacles, ran in. There was an awkward silence as Octavius and Jack noticed the floating ghost and the suit that Harry was still wearing.
"Why am I not surprised that you'd be the next Green Goblin?" Octavius asked sarcastically. Harry tried to answer but his mind was still trying to comprehend that Doc Ock was once again standing in his private room.
"Doesn't matter! Do you have something in here that you don't care about?" interrupted Jack, being let down by the tentacles.
"Well, the painting…" answered the ghost, pointing a ghostly arm at the painting of its human self. Octavius looked at the painting before rushing over and, using his tentacles, ripped it off the wall. He quickly tore it in half and rushed out again onto the balcony, before throwing the painting down below. Two screeches were heard then ten seconds later, two massive crashes were heard on the bottom floor, 30 stories below.
"That should keep them unconscious for a while," exclaimed Octavius, dusting off his hands before turning to face the others. "So Harry, you have a lot to tell me."
"And so do you." sneered the ghost. Octavius looked at it with eyebrows furrowed, trying to identify the floating thingiemagig.
"Norman?" he gasped.
"You know this guy?" Jack asked. "Kind of looks like Wuya except its male."
"Me boy? I'm Norman Osborn! The first Green Goblin!" announced the ghost proudly. Jack looked at him weirdly.
"Sounds like something that comes out of your nose."
Octavius tried to suppress the laughter climbing up his throat. The look on Norman's face was obviously one of anger. You see after a while business men like Norman tend to slowly lose their sense of humor until even knock knock jokes seem to be pointless. Norman gave a sigh though and simply let the joke fly over him. Soon he was asking Octavius what became of him and his story, whilst Harry sat down as Jack told him about the two lizards below, who were starting to come to there senses. Chase was the first to regain conscious. He found himself being the center of attention amongst a large group of people. Underneath him was Curt who was still knocked out (the painting was heavy). Chase growled and was struck by a massive headache. He shook it off and got up on his feet and shaked Curt to get up. The other lizard gave a small yelp but got up as well before looking up at the balcony. The lizards looked at each other again and started climbing up the walls again, this time much quieter. They didn't want their prey to escape again. In the meantime, Octavius had just gone on the balcony to check on the lizards below. When he didn't find them, he really went into panic.
"Jack! We have overstayed our welcome!" he yelled, pushing past Harry to get to the door. Octavius fumbled with the doorknob but the door wouldn't open. Soon the doorknob fell off.
"Still haven't fixed the door?" growled Norman at Harry. Suddenly, growls were heard on the balcony. The humans and ghost stared past the billowing curtains to find two lizards, both drooling and mad with rage or hunger or both.
"Jack, Octavius." hissed Chase, flexing his claws. Norman and Harry stood aside, pressed against the wall as Jack and Octavius turned to face the lizards, Octavius still clutching the doorknob.
"We challenge you to a Xiaolin Showdown." smiled the lizards.
"Shit…taki mushrooms."
Harry and Norman kept switching glances at the lizards and the humans and felt REALLY vulnerable standing smack bang in the middle. The lizards ignored Goblin 1 and 2, more intent on Octavius and Jack. Well, more on Jack, he really was the source of both their problems.
"Now, now, lets behave like gentlemen here," Jack said "Having another Showdown, would destroy this lovely room, which we kind of ruined by throwing the picture out. By the way, how was the trip down?"
"Lovely, want to try?" Chase hissed, gritting his teeth. Jack stepped behind Octavius. The doctor stared at his friend turned lizard and wondered what to do. This was his friend for Gods sake! He would have to find a cure for him and by that time he would be able to take all the complaints, insults and anything else thrown at him by Curt when he became human. He was jolted out of his thoughts by the tentacles.Stop dwelling on the past Father! Your lives are in danger! cried the upper left tentacle.
"Fine!" moaned Octavius "What is the Showdown?" Chase gave a smile that only lizards achieve. Curt glared at the redhead, which immediately reached for his taser.
"The challenge is switching worlds."
Jack and Octavius remained dumbfounded. So were Harry, Norman and Curt.
"Please explain." They all said in unison, except for Curt who wasn't capable of human speech anymore. Chase continued to smile as he explained the challenge.
"It's quite easy. Jack will be put in a New York environment facing up against Curt. In the meantime Octavius will be in a China environment facing up against me. If the lizards win, we take Jack. And if you win…"
"You answer some questions like WHY THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME?!" yelled Jack. "That and we have Curt back." Chase nodded his head, a mix of amusement and understanding. Harry and Norman looked at each other with fear.
"Father, take a picture of this room because I don't think it will be here for long."
As soon as the words left Harry's mouth, Chase and Jack had yelled out "Xiaolin Showdown!" A few seconds went by and nothing seemed to happen, but then a booming voice came out of nowhere.
"Your request has been placed in a line. An operator will be with you in a few minutes to file your request. In the meantime please make yourselves comfortable and enjoy our music selection for this evening. We apologize for this wait."