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Hayley stood nervously in front of Room 136. It was 10am and time for her to begin her behaviour analysis session with Harry Osborn.
Two riot guards were stationed on either side of the door, silently clutching guns and Tasers by their sides. She knew that Ravencroft was a maximum-security facility, with the West wing housing the most violent and volatile inmates, but this was just a bit much. Even after his eventful arrival, Harry would be in a straitjacket and secured to either a bed or a bolted chair as per standard procedure. Though, patients were rarely given counsel and assessment in their rooms. They had a special floor for therapy. But then Harry was not a standard criminal with ordinary abilities. Surely a constant presence of riot guards was not necessary though? Of course Hayley felt much safer for the upped security especially considering their last meeting. She looked down solemnly at her bandaged fingers hearing the Goblin snickering in her mind.
Sighing, Hayley's thoughts once more went to Gwen Stacey, remembering that horrid phone call from Gwen's mother informing her of her dear friend's death.
She could hardly take her eyes off the television. They kept playing the same footage over and over again, of the Goblin on his glider, holding a blonde girl in the sky. It took her a moment to register the sound of her mobile ringing.
"Is... is this… Hayley Carmichael?" a muffled broken voice came through the phone.
Still focusing on the news, reading and re-reading the headlines to see if there was anything new concerning Gwen, the Goblin and Spider-Man, Hayley mumbled, "Yes?"
"This is Helen, Helen Stacy, ah, Gwendolyne's mother… have you seen… the news dear?"
"Yes." Hayley closed her eyes silently praying to every god she knew of to hear good news from Mrs Stacy. All her attention was now on the phone clamped to her ear in her clammy palm.
"I've just returned from seeing Gwen…"
She's alive, she must be alive, the Spider-Man will have saved her, he must have caught her, she's alive, she's alive…
"Yes?!"
"The doctors, erm, the doctors… dear, the coroner has confirmed that Gwen sustained spinal trauma and, and a broken neck when that bastard dropped her…"
"No…"
"She's… I can't even, Hayley I just… Gwen is dead," Mrs Stacy cried, every one of her words causing Hayley's heart to shattered, tears of realisation pouring down her small face.
She's dead. Gwen is dead. I'll never see her again. That green bastard killed her. He fucking killed her.
"The police still have some investigating to do, with some speculation of her heart giving out from shock… erm… I'm sorry, Hayley I can't, I have to go… she's gone, I, I'll call you when we've sorted out, when the funeral date is…"
"I'm sorry Helen… I can't believe…"
But Mrs Stacy had already hung up.
Sinking to her knees, leaning her head back against a bookshelf, Hayley started to wail with sorrow. The tears just continued to fall and they couldn't be stopped even though she sat in the same spot for well over an hour. All she could think about was never seeing Gwen again; no more Frappuccino's whilst reading in their favourite coffee shop, no celebrating when she made it in to Harvard, no more late night phone calls about her boyfriend Peter Parker.
"Oh my god," Hayley groaned to no one in particular, "Parker will be devastated." Fully accepting what life without Gwen Stacy would mean, Hayley cried harder, her body shaking in anguish.
Feeling tears threatening to stain her cheeks again, Hayley snapped out of her thoughts. She really needed to get a hold of her emotions and fast. The young nurse was about to see the Goblin again. Hopefully with the right medication and counselling, the Ravencroft staff could help reform and stabilise Harry Osborn's condition. That was what Hayley's professional mind was telling her. The other part of her wanted him to stay in his cell forever and pay for his crimes.
She spied his green form in a Ravencroft orange jumpsuit through the door's window. Hayley wanted him to burn.
With anger feeding her with false confidence, Hayley nodded to the guards, shifting a clipboard into her bad hand so that she could enter the room. She clasped the large turn-lock handle, letting out a long sigh of breath she hadn't realised she'd held. One big push and the heavy metal door opened.
The cell was small, an aspect Hayley hadn't realised in the commotion of their first meeting. It was sparsely furnished; a bed by the wall opposite her, which was unkempt with the mattress hanging off the edge and leather binding straps carrying some wear and tear. Clearly there had been a struggle earlier. There was also a small sink, mirror and toilet situated in one of the room corners. Harry was sitting on a metal chair, his green and orange clothed body bound by a cream straitjacket, his ankles cuffed to the chair legs, with chains connecting the cuffs to one around his throat. An iron ring and been fused to the cell floor, with the chains confining Harry running through it – he wasn't going anywhere.
And he was quiet. Too quiet, staring directly at the ground, hunched over. He didn't even react to Hayley entering his cell.
She was used to silence during her therapy sessions but to not have the patient even acknowledge or seem to care that she had arrived was down right strange. Some inmates would plead with her that they had been falsely imprisoned, miraculous stories of how they'd changed and no longer wanted to kill or rape people. Others screamed and swore until they were blue in the face, needing a reaction to feed their obscene thoughts, goading her into loosening their restraints just so they could smell her hair. There were definitely some crazies in Ravencroft.
Realising that Harry did not yet know her name, Hayley reasoned that this was why he had failed to confirm her company.
"My name is Hayley, Nurse Hayley, you can call me the latter," she stated trying to give herself an air of authority before sitting down on the chair opposite Harry.
Still nothing.
The only sound was their breathing; hers, short and shaky, his, hardly audible. Was he even breathing? Small chime like sounds coming from his chains rustling, confirmed in Hayley's mind, that yes he was indeed very alive and breathing.
Her pen began rhythmically tapping loudly against the clipboard in her lap. This was a tactic she often used when her relationship-established patients closed themselves off from her and refused to converse. To an insane and disordered mind, the tapping pen wormed its way into their thoughts, disrupting their calm and collected façade. It was never nice to antagonise an unbalanced and dangerous person but sometimes it was needed for the sake of progression. After five minutes, it was obvious that the pen plan was failing. Miserably. It was only when Hayley looked around the room and saw water dripping in the sink that she realised that annoying sounds would not affect him.
"You could call me Hayley if you'd like? Though that's tad informal. Maybe you'd like to give me a name? Many of the patients refer to me as Ginger, or not…" Hayley tailed off, internally cursing for acting like such an idiot for the sake of conversation.
It was true; patients did call her Ginger, though those who were far into their psychosis and rarely lucid used that name. One criminal had an obsession with redheads, so much so that he had stalked and killed multiple women with fiery locks. Apparently, Hayley wasn't his type, he'd swiftly informed her, since she had copper hair instead of scarlet. His nickname for Hayley was Mary Jane, a reference to 'the one that got away'. Luckily the Spider-Man had saved the damsel that day.
But he couldn't save Gwen, Hayley lamented resentfully.
"Shall we begin Mr Osborn?"
"NO! Mr Osborn was my fathers name," he spat.
"Harry then?"
"Harry is DEAD!" he bitterly exclaimed with venom lacing every word.
The chains rattled at his ferocity, yet the man before her refused to visually acknowledge Hayley's presence. It was eerie considering when they first met he couldn't stop staring at her. It was sad that there was no truer statement than the one he just spoke; the CEO of OsCorp industry chained up like some sort of monster.
Because he is a monster, Hayley thought.
"Goblin?" she whispered nervously.
The creature finally looked the auburn haired girl in the eye at being correctly addressed. His head was tilted down, making it appear like he was inspecting her, observing, as if she was the patient and not he.
Trying not to get caught in another freaky staring contest, Hayley hastily scribbled down some initial assessment notes regarding his behaviour;
'No wish to be associated with father; resentment to family name and status? Anger and violent tendencies, sudden rage outbursts...'
"I heard you refused to see any doctor but me," she continued.
"Refused is such a weak word, and I. Am. Not. WEAK!" Another one of the Goblin's sickening smiles graced his face following his aggressive statement. The word 'weak' rumbled in his throat and he spat it out like it offended him, burning his tongue to even say it.
Was he hinting at something, maybe to do with the earlier struggle?
Then realisation dawned upon Hayley.
Nurse Cadence and Doctor Scott had kept the situation pretty hushed up. Other than Gillian resigning yesterday, Hayley managed to discover that another D
doctor had been injured, and two guards had moved wings at Ravencroft. She was told all four events were unconnected. Now she realised that the man chained before her was responsible. The Goblin had done all of this.
Chaos and violence, such rage, but why?
"But why?" she asked.
"Whatever Harry Osborn wants, Harry Osborn gets!"
"And what do you want?"
"I want yooouuuu," the Goblin purred, licking his pointed teeth and chapped lips.
His blue eyes sparkled with what Hayley could only identify as lust. If only it was something as simple as lust.
The Goblin was mentally breaking more of Hayley's little fingers, grabbing her hair before smashing that petite face into the ground beneath him. That trademark smirk of his reappeared as he imagined Hayley's demise.
"You hurt four people, just because you were refused me as your treatment nurse?"
"Of course."
"Why?" Hayley exclaimed incredulously.
This whole situation was ridiculous; it scared her that he seemed to have narrowed in on her and no one else at Ravencroft. Hell, he had attacked people because he wanted to see her. She hoped this would not manifest into an obsession.
The Goblin began to whistle, clearly not wanting to reveal his true intent.
Sighing in frustration, Hayley took the opportunity to make a few more notes on his behaviour;
'Uses birth name and status ONLY when needed for reinforcement; thinks name can get him anything. Slight schizophrenia - poss identity crisis? Possessive?'
"How are your fingers?" he asked suddenly, lifting his head and pouting his lips faking concern.
Shifting her clipboard into her bandaged hand, Hayley used her right to give the Goblin a very calm and composed two fingers swear sign. She rose from her chair with as much authority as she could muster, walked towards the door and signalled for the guards to open it. All the while the Goblin fixed her with a creepy grin, raising his eyebrows to show he was impressed at her flash of personality.
Leaving the room feeling slightly victorious, she nodded encouragingly at the two guards while they securely locked the cell door. Hayley walked away holding her head high triumphantly at her rebellious courage.
She'd only taken a couple of steps before frantic high-pitched laughter emanated from Room 136. Clearly she had amused the Goblin and now he was mocking her. Joy.
This is my longest chapter so far and was my most favourite to write! I hope you're all enjoying reading about twisted Harry. And I apologise for my long sentences with numerous commas – I have a very descriptive writing style and I love commas and semi colons – hope it still reads well for you all.
Also, the official song for this fanfic is from The Amazing Spider-Man 2 soundtrack, and it is called "Honest" by The Neighbourhood – go listen to it, it is awesome, and it inspired me to write this story, other than Dane's amazing acting :D