Spider-Man

The Dark Goblin

by Lee Homer

Disclaimer: All rights go to Marvel Comics and Disney. The story is non Spider-Man canon and is based off of the limited series and one-shots of the 80's and 90's.

Chapter Eight

Seeking The Answers

Captain Dan Kennedy had been the chief of police with an impressive Twenty years on the force. He had seen it all. Now, recovering dead super-villains had become apart of his job description. Stepping under the police tape, he surveyed the charred remains of the generator. A black stain marked the spot where the body was recovered. Stale smoke still lingered. The air was think. The Captain approached one of his officers and asked for a report.

"So what do we have here?" he asked.

"We recovered a charred body." the officer replied. "We couldn't identify the face but we were able to find finger prints on an item of clothing that we found. We're waiting for the results."

"Have the forensic team send the results to my desk will you?" the captain requested. "You know, sometimes, I wonder what this world is coming too. We have costumed lunatics flying about the place, destroying everything they can get their hands on. What next?"

"Sir, I'm afraid that there's nothing more we can do here tonight." the officer replied. "May I suggest that we resume the investigation in the morning?"

"Sure thing, Detective." the worn down captain replied as he stepped under the yellow tape. "Okay lets clear out."

High above the crime scene, Spider-Man's shadow basked in the moonlight. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. Who was The Dark Goblin? As he swung back towards the heart of the city, his thoughts emerged from his his conscience.

"I've checked in with Mary Jane. She's staying at her Aunt's for the night. She'll be okay. I guess there's nothing I can do now but wait until the results are in. Good thing that the Captain knows me well enough. He's just like George Stacy. A man who fights for the truth."

The Next Morning, a new sun emerged over the city, sweeping it's warm rays on it's civilians. At the police station, Dan clocked in and began his shift. He he grabbed himself a cup of coffee like he always did and headed into his dark, undisturbed office. He pulled back the blinds and shielded his tired eyes from the bright sunlight. He sat down when there was a knock at the door. Another officer entered the room with a file of papers.

"What are these?" Dan asked, yawning.

"Here are the forensic results as you requested sir." the officer replied. "They were done with high priority clearance like you said."

The officer left the room, leaving Dan to study the results. Suddenly, his ears pricked up to a familiar sound.

"I had a feeling you would show up." he said as turned to see Spider-Man sitting in the window. "I know this had been bugging you as much as it has me."

"How did you know?" Spider-Man asked.

"I found a strand of your webbing at the crime scene." The captain replied. "I figured, you had a tumble with this guy."

"He wasn't meant to die." Spider-Man stated. "I don't kill people, you know that."

"I never said you did." The captain said. "However, I'd better make myself scarce if I were you. You've really pissed off Osborn Family now."

"What?" Spider-Man asked with alarm.

"The man was Dylan Osborn." The captain revealed. "He was your Dark Goblin. He was the nephew to Norman Osborn. His files state that he was in Tibet when you put Norman in Rykers. I don't know what he was doing there but my guesses are he was pretty riled by the Bugle stories."

"I tried to tell him." Spider-Man replied. "He didn't want to listen. Instead, he tried to hurt me and my wife. His death happened so quickly. It's horrible I know but I'd like to think that it was over. Thanks Cap."

With that, Spider-Man swung out of the area, leaving the Captain to his work. He swung up high and perched on the Empire State Building. He loved it up there. The wind was crisp that it could clear his of his woes for days. He looked out over the city and removed his mask, revealing the face of an energized Peter Parker.

"I may feel good now, but there's no doubt that Norman is going to hear the news about the loss of Dylan." he thought as he closed his eyes an inhaled the clean air. "He might even want to escape. Well when he does, whether he is the Goblin or not, I will be ready for him. Whoever deals with my family, deals with Spider-Man too. My family always comes first in these matters. Gwen taught me that."

Peter's cell rang, causing a light vibrating sensation in his leg. He answered it to hear Mary Jane's voice on the other end. She was ready to come home. It appeared as if the Parker luck was about to be restored. The sun was up, the sky was blue and Peter, it marked the start of a brand new day.

END