A/N: I'm sorry if the prespective gets confusing but when I wrote it I used
1st person POV but now I only write in 3rd person POV and since I'm editing
while typing everything to my computer I might shift perspective without
noticing.
A/N2: someone wrote in the reviews that uncle Ben died before the cafetiria scene which is true but since I mixed the movieverse and the animated show universe I moved the scene so it'll fit to whats going on. With Clark and all.
Again sorry for my spelling and grammer mistakes, and the characters are still not mine.
I'm sorry about the delay but here it is:
Chapter 4
I woke up in start and looked around, it took me a few seconds to remember where I was.
It was the middle of the night and I couldn't faall back to sleep. Above all that I also started to feel really hungry since I haven't eaten anything since lunch. So I decided to take that tour and started to look around trying to find the kitchen, thogh a map would be a good idea to.
My thoughts were interupted by some noises so I foloowed it hoping I can get directions or something. I reached a big door, it was slitly open so I peaked inside.
I froze in place, I think that's Harry's father.
He was punching a punch bag obviously training only he was talking. The thing is, he's alone in the room, it took me a while to understand he was talking -with- himself, not -to- himself.
"I don't want to hurt nobody" He said, then continued in a higher piched voice, a little like a shriek.
"Spiderman isn't somebody, he's a bug in need to be squashed!"
"I think he's just trying to help" Norman said in his normal voice again.
"He comes on our way so he needs to die, he will not mess with us!" Norman yelled in the high voice.
Our? Us? What the hell is going on here?
"You're right, Spiderman doesn't desereve any respect. do your thing!"
"With pleasure Osborn." He stopped punching and went into another room and out of sight.
What the hell? Thhis is Harry's father? The man is *Crazy*. Mr. Osborn entered the room to take something from his desk, I immediately jumped back and started running back to my room hoping he didn't see me. I don't want to mess with him. I went back to bed very confused.
And all night long I kept asking myself what the hell is going on!?
~~
"Good morning Mr. Kent" a lady told me, obviosly a servent "Breakfast will be served in 15 minutes at the room in the end of the hall to the right." And she was gone. It's amazing how fast they move, kind of like the servents in Lex's mansion, I mean, except from the palmers I wasn't aware he had servents. Which he obviously do.
I got up a little dazy, morning already? I dressed quickly forcing myself not to use superspeed, I don't want to get caught just because I wasn't careful when I got dressed in the morning.
I followed the lady's instructins and entered a big room, it had a big table in the middle, Harry and his dad were already there.
" 'Morning Clark, I want you to meet my father, Norman Osborn. Dad that's Clark Kent, from Smallville."
"Hello Mr. Kent, a pleasure finally meeting you"
"yeah." He shook my hand with a lot of strength. I pulled my hand back, rubbing it a litlle, he's strong.
I set down not sure what to do. "It's ok Clark, you can start eating. Have whatever you want" Mr. Osborn said. I gave him a weak smile, and akwardly filled my plate. "So, Smallville? Right?" I nodded back "sounds like an interesting small town"
"Oh, it's - interesting - all right" I said with a little laugh.
"Really? Interesting in what way?"
"Emmm?" I raised my eyebrows. Well, it's a mutent filled town, a new freak every week, hey that rhymes. "I'm sure it doesn't count as interesting stuff in the big city"
"This house must be a lot more bigger what you have at home"
"Yeah, a lot more bigger then my house" like, hundred times more bigger then my house.
"It must be weird seeing this, the."
"Emm, not really"
"Why's that?" He looked puzzled.
"It's just, my best friend" I said "He's Lex Luther, got a big mansion down in Smallville. I visit there a lot so it's not the first time I'm in a place like this. I mean, I was shocked when I entered, but it pasted quite quickly."
"Really? Lex Luther? From what I heard he doesn't have anyfriends. Quite the bad boy too." Mr. Osborn said in wonderment.
"He's not like that! He's a good friend" I got angry but relaxed quickly "besides, he was just as surprised that his best friend turned out to be a farmboy from the 'lower class' people." I laughed a little at that.
"A Farm? Really, how's that?"
I mentally groaned, this is going to take forever..
TBC soon.
A/N2: someone wrote in the reviews that uncle Ben died before the cafetiria scene which is true but since I mixed the movieverse and the animated show universe I moved the scene so it'll fit to whats going on. With Clark and all.
Again sorry for my spelling and grammer mistakes, and the characters are still not mine.
I'm sorry about the delay but here it is:
Chapter 4
I woke up in start and looked around, it took me a few seconds to remember where I was.
It was the middle of the night and I couldn't faall back to sleep. Above all that I also started to feel really hungry since I haven't eaten anything since lunch. So I decided to take that tour and started to look around trying to find the kitchen, thogh a map would be a good idea to.
My thoughts were interupted by some noises so I foloowed it hoping I can get directions or something. I reached a big door, it was slitly open so I peaked inside.
I froze in place, I think that's Harry's father.
He was punching a punch bag obviously training only he was talking. The thing is, he's alone in the room, it took me a while to understand he was talking -with- himself, not -to- himself.
"I don't want to hurt nobody" He said, then continued in a higher piched voice, a little like a shriek.
"Spiderman isn't somebody, he's a bug in need to be squashed!"
"I think he's just trying to help" Norman said in his normal voice again.
"He comes on our way so he needs to die, he will not mess with us!" Norman yelled in the high voice.
Our? Us? What the hell is going on here?
"You're right, Spiderman doesn't desereve any respect. do your thing!"
"With pleasure Osborn." He stopped punching and went into another room and out of sight.
What the hell? Thhis is Harry's father? The man is *Crazy*. Mr. Osborn entered the room to take something from his desk, I immediately jumped back and started running back to my room hoping he didn't see me. I don't want to mess with him. I went back to bed very confused.
And all night long I kept asking myself what the hell is going on!?
~~
"Good morning Mr. Kent" a lady told me, obviosly a servent "Breakfast will be served in 15 minutes at the room in the end of the hall to the right." And she was gone. It's amazing how fast they move, kind of like the servents in Lex's mansion, I mean, except from the palmers I wasn't aware he had servents. Which he obviously do.
I got up a little dazy, morning already? I dressed quickly forcing myself not to use superspeed, I don't want to get caught just because I wasn't careful when I got dressed in the morning.
I followed the lady's instructins and entered a big room, it had a big table in the middle, Harry and his dad were already there.
" 'Morning Clark, I want you to meet my father, Norman Osborn. Dad that's Clark Kent, from Smallville."
"Hello Mr. Kent, a pleasure finally meeting you"
"yeah." He shook my hand with a lot of strength. I pulled my hand back, rubbing it a litlle, he's strong.
I set down not sure what to do. "It's ok Clark, you can start eating. Have whatever you want" Mr. Osborn said. I gave him a weak smile, and akwardly filled my plate. "So, Smallville? Right?" I nodded back "sounds like an interesting small town"
"Oh, it's - interesting - all right" I said with a little laugh.
"Really? Interesting in what way?"
"Emmm?" I raised my eyebrows. Well, it's a mutent filled town, a new freak every week, hey that rhymes. "I'm sure it doesn't count as interesting stuff in the big city"
"This house must be a lot more bigger what you have at home"
"Yeah, a lot more bigger then my house" like, hundred times more bigger then my house.
"It must be weird seeing this, the."
"Emm, not really"
"Why's that?" He looked puzzled.
"It's just, my best friend" I said "He's Lex Luther, got a big mansion down in Smallville. I visit there a lot so it's not the first time I'm in a place like this. I mean, I was shocked when I entered, but it pasted quite quickly."
"Really? Lex Luther? From what I heard he doesn't have anyfriends. Quite the bad boy too." Mr. Osborn said in wonderment.
"He's not like that! He's a good friend" I got angry but relaxed quickly "besides, he was just as surprised that his best friend turned out to be a farmboy from the 'lower class' people." I laughed a little at that.
"A Farm? Really, how's that?"
I mentally groaned, this is going to take forever..
TBC soon.