Twin Hybrid
(Ch4 Of Secrets and Web)
Doc Ock, Harry Osborn, Spiderman © Marvel Aqua Arachnia © DBR
Harry got back to his mansion in no time. He hurried down a glass of bourbon, just like he demanded his butler to bring him. He stared at the mirror, aware of the painful failures that plagued his name. All his charity work, his donations to other companies, even his collaborating with former enemies still left unanswered questions in his mind. He wanted to know most of all where the dead corpse of Octavius was.
He poured another bit of bourbon in his glass and he then bitterly spoke "I'd love to spit on his rotten corpse. It's probably blue now. He destroyed my economic empire. And what should I do about Peter?"
The glass fell hard into the fire as he huffed. "Some friend."
Familiar rattling and clicking noises filled the cold air. Harry's eyes glanced outside. His feet slowly moved him closer to the odd distraction making him stop thinking dismal thoughts. He started to laugh. In his hand held the only comfort he'd ever known.
"I always knew he'd be the clichéd mad scientist. It's always that way. I can never trust a stock dealer to give me good advice on anything." He tilted the bottle up and then looked below the scenery until he continued aloud, "Guess I'm looking down on ya know? Ha! Here's toast to your ruin and to my new company initiative! And death to Peter Parker, whether I do it, or someone else does. He has to pay…"
The wind rustled his hair as he stared outward. Soon, he walked in and slumped into a red leather chair, he let the bottle fall to the ground. He rubbed his face with his hands. The constant nagging feeling that repeated the idea that coming back from failure, would be not easy tormented him. Revenge called for him several times day and night.
"Killing Peter wouldn't bring my company back. It would only alleviate the painful thing he had done. So what if my dad was the Green Goblin. He was taking care of those who wanted to steal the company form our control. He's the only hero!"
Harry threw a pillow at his friend's picture on the stand. It was their graduation photo. It fell with a hard bang which tossed glass into the air near the fire place.
Harry soon felt something tug at his shoulder. "Peter!" He stood up saying, with his back to the intruder. "I've told you several times there is nothing to talk about."
Hearing the silence, Harry put his hand on something cold, metallic and oil smelling. He swallowed hard.
"It's not funny to play tricks on me. You've did this to me before!"
Harry turned to see a tall figure, topped with a hat, hidden by the darkness of the room, and the barely suitable candle light.
The bottle of bourbon now was picked up with a Klink and taken from Harry's sight.
"It can't be."
His ghostly white face stuttered, "You're dead! Just like my dad Norman! What are you-the ghost of financial past?"
He chuckled. Crimson lights soon light up Harry's face. "I'm not here to teach a Christmas-time lesson. I have other business to attend to."
"Like-like what?" Harry moved back, wobbling a bit.
"Since you know so much more about Peter than I do, being friends and all, you wouldn't mind sharing a bit of information about his family life."
A tentacle wound its self slightly around Harry.
"Uh, we're not exactly friends." Sweat dripped from his face.
"I don't care if you have remained friends are not. You will give me an answer about his wife."
"MJ? He stole her from me!" Emotions spun around his mind like a tornado. The furious winds made his heart race, and increased the dizziness already inside. His hatred boiled up in his eyes, yet they stared into the face of another enemy.
"You're not real!"
"I do believe I'm as real as the pulse blood racing through your veins, Harry. Grand illusions do not stay when you open your eyes. If I wasn't real, you'd wake up in your nice, exorbitantly priced, 600 thread count, sheets in the most uncomfortably, cold-sweat. Since I am real, you better worry that I do not strangle you in your finest grave clothes."
Harry's eyes lowered to the floor as the breath he exhaled became shallow. Now, the paleness extended down from his face to his arms. The legs supporting him gave way. The tentacle behind Harry constricted around his waist and kept Osborn from slamming onto the polished wood floor. His arms went limp as his watched displayed 2:00 Am.
The glowing eyepiece of the tentacle admired the watch. "Leave it."
At the same moment, a woman in a black leather outfit scaled the walls of the Osborn Industries building. Her outfit adorned with an orange spider, similar to Spiderman's, but with an "8" as the dominating feature, decorated her front and back.
She pulled open a top window with her four orange-stripped arms. The black spidery woman enjoyed her work.
Her mask was much like Spiderman's, except it had several wavy orange stripes on its neck on the back, and orange outline around reflective orange lenses. The mauve gloves of hers gently open the window as she climbs in. Her orange boots, tipped with mauve color leap to the ground quietly.
She looked ahead at the piles of crates that contained parts from around the world.
"I see he's not the only one who goes shopping at the black market," she whispered.
Her fingers pressed her also mauve belt. Small round black beads lay in her right hand.
"I think daddy said not to leave any evidence, but to rock the baby to sleep," She rolled them onto the ground under the workers feet.
A few workers noticed and commented in their faded green outfits, "I think we have mice pellets."
An older worker stepped from a loading truck, "We had better not! We can't afford to have any outside person see this place---" black gas rose straight up into their nostrils. Several more pellets were rolled down other isles causing the same effect as the black spider woman kept moving through the factory.
She heard the thuds of the fallen workers, "Playtime over." She dashed through the warehouse. At the sound of men, she climbed the ceiling.
"Ok, who wants to take me on the tour?" She jested, upon having walked on the roof for a few minutes. "Where's the secrets of the Alloy project?"
She dropped down and grabbed a local worker. "Shush! Don't make a noise. I'm not a black widow. I just want to talk."
"Uh-uh" He stuttered in her grasp. "What are you?"
"That's not important. I'm Aqua Arachnia, sounds cheesy but not as cheesy as what will happen to you if you do not tell me what I want to know."
"What do you want to know? I don't think Mr. Osborn will be happy."
She grabbed his arm back. "I don't think you'll be happy much longer if you don't tell me what room harbors this Alloy stuff."
"Ro-o-o-m 336! Please don't hurt me."
She kissed his cheek, grabbed him, and pointed her fist in his face. She pressed a pink button on her mauve glove and black mist filled his face. He started coughing and fell down asleep. She walked over his body on the floor. "You're too cute to kill." She mused as she ran down the hall full of rooms of various sizes, until seeing a glass room. It was highly guarded and leapt at the guards, knocking them unconscious.
Her sense sent shivers up her spine. Aqua Arachnia spun around just in time to get shocked by a stun gun. She quivered on the floor in pain. As the guard handcuffed her, her hands behind her back, she whistled.
"You think this will hold me?" He heard her reply as he pulled her to her feet. She back-kicked him against the wall.
Aqua Arachnia sat on the ground and reversed her arms, until the handcuffs were in front of her. The sense tingled much stronger now yellow vapor poured down from the ceiling. The glass entrance door sealed shut.
"Oh no. I'm not even done playing yet. Daddy wont' be happy now. I know this will have an adverse effect on me…" Her sentence wavered off as her breath became filled with the vapor. Aqua Arachnia fell to the ground. She pulled off her glove and opened a small container filled with a radio receiver. Her fingers sloppily pressed it, until a blinking signal turned on. Her arm slumped over, leaving the device to fall and spin on the ground.
The signal beeped on…