Chapter 5-4
Nobody speaks ill of my girlfriend or my mother except me. Hell, no one can MASTER talking ill about anyone except me.
"Don't worry, Spider-Man," Goblin said. He pulls out another razor blade. "I promise to have a hell of a time with your girlfriend."
He thrusts the razor blade forward.
I'm going to throw up.
David caught the razor blade with his good hand but the knife pierced through his palm and almost entered through his eye. He uses all the might within his left arm to keep the razor blade at bay.
"Die," Goblin shouted as he put more force behind the razor blade.
The razor blade was inches away from cutting through David's brown eye.
It's 'die, die.'
David thrusts his head forward and shoots a line of webbing out from his mouth and over Goblin's shoulder. The organic webbing caught an oil drum and jerked his head back, yanking the oil drum and hitting Goblin in the back.
Green Goblin is shoved to the ground by the oil drum and David is free.
"I offered you a second chance," Goblin grumbled as he picked himself off the ground, "And you spit in my face."
"That's not spitting in your face," David said, "This is spitting in your face!"
He fires another web from his mouth at Goblin, aiming for his mask. When the webs connected, he threw Goblin across the room like a tetherball and hammered him into the wall.
What's better than having one trump card: Two trump cards.
David catches Goblin with another web and throws him into the air. Goblin's head collided with a pipe and he landed on the ground.
Goblin's world was spinning. His mask was damaged and his eye was bleeding. He picked himself up and when he turned around, Spidey used his left hand to swing on a web fired from his mouth and kicked Goblin into the air.
The Goblin hits another pipe with his back and almost broke his spine. He fell on his side and when he tried to get up, David kicked him to the brick wall behind him.
Who has the upper hand now?
David lands in front of Green Goblin. He pretends to wind up his good arm and punches Goblin across the face with all his might. He still had the razorblade in his left palm but he didn't let that be a factor whenever he made a fist. He grabs the villain with his broken arm and backhands him with his good arm. David picks up a brick that disconnected from the wall during Goblin's impact and smacks him across the face with it.
David uses his teeth to pull out the razor blade in his hand and with his good hand, stabs Goblin in the kneecap with it.
It feels so good...to torture this man.
David stomps his head into the ground and causes his mask to crack.
Stomp, crush, crack, break, snap, I'll do every physical attack to all 262 bones in his body. He'll be nothing but a sack of broken bones when I'm done and he'll be begging for mercy.
David snickered.
This feeling inside of me...it feels so good and I don't want it to disappear.
"Sto-"
David cut off Goblin by smashing his head into the wall.
I am-
"STOP!" Goblin.
David looked at his downed opponent in shock.
Goblin cried in pain and pushed himself to his knees and elbows. "What the hell is this?!" he shouted, "What the hell are you doing!?" He fell onto his back and into a puddle of water. The water turned red from his blood. "JACK, where are you?!"
What is this? Is he crying? Who is Jack?
The Goblin sobbed in pain. "Why aren't you helping me, Jack?"
Jack?
Goblin's tone suddenly changed. He looked above him as if someone was standing beside David. "Jack, help me."
David looked beside him and saw no one.
Who is Jack? Is he delusional or does he believe that someone is standing beside me?
"No," Goblin suddenly shouted, "Jack was never imaginary, he's my older brother!"
Barton Hamilton has an older brother, I don't remember him mentioning a brother.
"Jack was always imaginary, Barton," Goblin said, adopting a different tone than the crying one he had seconds ago, "He was never real, he was just a figment of your imagination. When I said that the performance enhancers awoke something within you, I meant it. It enhanced your split personality, which you didn't even know you had. You imagined that Jack Hamilton worked for ESU when it was you this entire time. Everywhere Jack was, you were actually there in his place. You were even there when the spider escaped at the high school. You were both a psychiatrist and a genetics researcher."
High school, spider? Was Hamilton there at the high school when I got bitten? If what he's mumbling about is true then he was most likely one of the guest speakers. Given how focused I was on Felicia that day, I failed to spot Hamilton.
Goblin reached for his mask and pulled it off to reveal a crying face.
David studied his down opponent with shock and confusion.
What is going on here?
"Jack was never real…" Barton said, talking to himself. He saw David and his crying eyes lit up. "David, you have to help me!"
Split personality.
"Thank god for you, David," Barton sobbed, "The Goblin, he tried to take over, he made me do things I never wanted to do." He falls into David's lap. "Please, don't let him take over again, I don't want to hurt anybody."
This isn't an act, this is too real.
"I can't protect you from a split personality," David said nonchalantly, "But, you should get a shrink."
"I tried to do everything in my power to save myself, but Goblin was too strong. I need to be locked up, I need to be thrown in a prison, the world has to be protected from me!"
David patted Barton on the shoulder, albeit in a mocking manner. "You're right. My diagnosis: You suffer from dissociative identity disorder and whatever you took to make you the Green Goblin enhanced your mental disability tenfold."
"David, I want you to know that everything I did when I was your psychiatrist, it was genuine. I really did want you to become a good person. If I had known from the beginning that there was something wrong with me, I would've turned myself in. The second I saw blood in my hands I tried to stop all of this but the Goblin took over." He grabs David's hand. "Please, forgive me, for putting your girlfriend in danger. I'm sorry for everything that I've done, I truly am. Please, David, protect me, protect your girlfriend, protect your dear mother."
Things have gotten much more complicated than before. I thought I would just off him and be done with it but no, now that I've realized that Barton Hamilton has multiple personalities, I don't know what to do. If he was just a regular criminal then I could kill him without a second thought but he is an innocent person being controlled by something beyond him. What do I do? If I kill him, then I'm killing an innocent man but at the same time, by killing this innocent man, I'm also getting rid of a force of pure evil. I'm conflicted.
David wraps his hands around Hamilton.
A thought came into David's head.
"We'll figure this out."
He held Barton to his feet and they started walking together.
He is both an innocent man and a violent criminal. If I take out one then I would be canceling the other out.
A familiar urge came back and David licked his lips.
Pros of keeping him alive: I won't need to familiarize myself with another psychiatrist, no more annoying questions, no more Green Goblin, no more worrying about my girlfriend being killed by cables, no more setting my house on fire to save Mom. Cons of keeping him alive: He's Green Goblin, he's annoying, he knows my secret, he could put Mom and Black Cat in danger, he'll never get cured of his Goblin persona, he's a violent criminal.
His spider-sense went off.
David's eyes widened.
I knew my trump card would come in handy.
In slow motion, David looked at Hamilton.
My father was killed because I let a violent criminal getaway. I'm not taking any chances, especially since I have my mother and girlfriend to protect.
He inhaled.
I've made my decision to cancel you out entirely, Barton Goblin.
David pushes Hamilton to the side. He backflips ten feet into the air, narrowly avoiding the incoming glider with blades protruding on the front.
In mid-air, he shot a web from his mouth and he used it to steer the glider in the direction of Hamilton's.
Kill count: 100.
The glider flew into Hamilton's waist and pushed him against the same pole David crashed into and pinned him to the wall with a blade to his gut.
Hamilton gasped in pain and his body went stiff. His quick breaths slowed and his struggling ceased. He folded forward and his chest hit the glider. He looked at David.
"Thank you."
His body went limp on the glider, blood dripping from his mouth.
David stared at the body, pondering.
I was not expecting this: this feeling in my chest. I shouldn't be feeling it; Barton Hamilton was the Green Goblin and had I kept him alive, innocent people would've died. I am not supposed to feel guilty, even if I am a regular human physically.
He clutched his heart.
So what is this feeling in my chest and why won't it go away? Am I grieving or something? It's not possible but if I'm 1/16th of a human as I believe myself to be, then I am feeling sadness.
David lowered his head.
I hate this feeling in my chest, I'd give anything to make it go away.
David swung away from webs fired from his mouth. He swung on top of a building and sat on the ledge. He clutches his broken arm tenderly.
His spider-sense went off.
"You used me!"
David didn't break his composure and said nothing, even when sitting on the ledge of a building when Black Cat shouted from behind. "In case you didn't realize, my mask is torn and I'd rather not show you my face."
"I should've known," Cat said again, "You weren't being spontaneous that night, you were using me."
"How do you figure?"
"The Spider-Man I grew accustomed to would never do something such as show extreme levels of PDA. There's no reason for the Green Goblin to go after me except that I'm a criminal but for some reason, he kidnapped me because I'm Spider-Man's girlfriend. He couldn't have known that not even the public knows that unless you gave some indication that I was dating you."
"It was necessary," David said, "I had to kill the Green Goblin."
Black Cat stomped towards him. "You used me and that's all you have to say?!"
"You're alive, aren't you?"
Honestly, why do women throw such fits? It's embarrassing, exhausting, unexciting.
"My catsuit has a tear in it!"
In the front or back cause I would love to see your skin; but I don't want her to see my real face.
"I've seen you naked," David said, "We did have sex after all."
"That's not the point, Spider! Do you know what it's like to be used?"
David was on the verge of turning towards her in anger but he kept calm and kept his back turned towards her. "Calm down, woman."
Black Cat scoffed at the sexist remark. She narrowed her eyes and studied the back of Spidey's head.
"I think you're forgetting that I can still web you to the wall and leave you for the police."
"You wouldn't do that, Spider."
"I might," David chuckled, "I did use you for my own benefit after all." He wanted to turn to her but kept himself stable. "But, in all seriousness, that night we shared, I truly meant it. Yeah, I was drawing the Goblin out by using you, but the sex was amazing. I've never felt this feeling of ecstasy in my heart and it feels amazing. Being around you, I feel like I'm the king of the world. I'm allowed to be my true self around you and you don't hate me for it. You know that I kill people and you don't turn me down."
Black Cat stepped towards him. "Don't get emotional on me, Spider."
Me, emotional?
"I'm not emotional. In fact, I'm incapable of regular human emotions, that's why I can kill people without feeling remorse."
"I sorta suspected that Spider, but the thrills when I'm around you are so intoxicating that I can't resist you."
"So, even though I'm not a human being, you still like hanging out with me?"
Cat patted him on the back. "Of course, Spider. But after using me as you did, you owe me."
She tilted her head and saw a glimpse of his real face through his torn mask.
Spidey covered his face. "Don't even think about it, Black Cat, you're not going to see my real face."
"I can only dream of the handsome man behind the mask," she said. She sits beside him, causing him to turn away from her so she wouldn't see his face. Curiosity was starting to get the best of her and she turned to see if she could spot his face.
Spidey grabbed her chest without looking. "Don't bother. And besides, use your imagination."
Black Cat smiled at that thought. "If you say so, Spider."
"Cat," Spidey suddenly said, "Close your eyes."
She obeyed.
Spidey lunges for her and kisses her on the lips. Black Cat's eyes widened and stared directly into Spidey's brown eyes, unable to get the full picture of his face.
She moans into the kiss.
Spidey puts his hand over Black Cat's eyes before pushing her down onto the ground softly. He continues to devour her, getting hungrier by the second and thrusting his tongue deeper into her mouth. He kept his right hand over her eyes and used his left hand to rub the space between her legs.
My mask is torn, if I'm not careful, she'll see my real face.
"What's gotten into you, Spider," she moaned.
"I just want to taste you. I want to be reminded of your sweet flavor."
He brings his left hand up and plays with her breasts. "You are so beautiful, Cat."
"And you're so handsome, Spider."
"If you even think about going out with someone else, I will kill him and then web you to the wall. That's a promise."
She purred. "I suddenly like this attitude of yours, Spider. You better not be using me."
"Not this time. This time, everything I do is real."
Sex has never felt so good before. The first time we had it, I was just using her. I knew she'd understand; she would have to forgive me either way if she wanted to stay out of prison and not webbed to the wall.
Spidey kissed between her breasts.
But this sex feels so good. I now know why humans can get so addicted to sex. If sex is what defines a human then I am part of the human race.
Things got intimate.
Spidey took Black Cat where she lay.
Spidey collapsed onto her chest with his hand still covering Black Cat's eyes.
"That was amazing, Spider."
Spidey licked her cheeks like a cat. He kissed her on the ear before whispering: "We should do this more often."
"Don't get your hopes up, Spider," she said, "If you think that I'm only in this for the sex then you're wrong. I genuinely want to spend time with you, Spider."
Spidey paused.
Black Cat…
"I don't know what to say, Cat, but I actually want to spend time with you."
Was I saying it because of the moment or did I really mean it? It is possible I just said it out of instinct from trying to blend in?
He sighed.
It doesn't matter.
"Next Saturday," Spidey whispered, "I'll swing you up to the top of the Brooklyn Bridge."