Disastrous Reflections…
Harry Osborn devastated and alone… desires revenge over Spider-man. Do not own Spectacular Spider-Man…
At the Osborn Suite…
He sat alone.
He was alone.
His father was… gone. The Green and Spider-Man took him away from Harry and when he was finally was able to win his love at last. He was skewered to the brick wall in front of the whole world to see. What was worse… the croon Spider-Man a hero for the murder, even arguing that his own dad killed himself. That is not what happened! He saw it himself. His father was surrounded by the brainless police and the brutish Spider with his Molten pet, he panicked and tried to run him off with his glider, his mind highly unwell, then Spider-Man caused the glider to ram right into his father!
He. Killed. Him.
What was worse was his legacy was destroyed too. Everyone saw his father as a monster, even his own girlfriend (Though she was going to leave him thanks to her feelings towards Petey but kept her with him thanks to his threats about going back to the green.) saw him as evil. She claimed that Spidey saved her father from death and owed him a massive debt for it. He couldn't believe what he heard from others as SHIELD issued a raid for all Oscorp property to check for every single controversial item they could get their hands on, anything linked to the Green Goblin. They even threatened to shut down Oscorp, his father's legacy, for what happened. The lawyers and mother were fighting tooth and nail to keep the business up. Harry feared he would lose everything, and he could do nothing about it like it had been all those times before.
Harry Osborn wanted nothing more than to make them all pay for what they did to his father.
"What is stopping us?"
Harry gasped and looked around, unsure of who spoke those words. Was that his mother-?
No, it couldn't be her. She wasn't home and that voice was too squeaky.
"Hello? Is someone here?" Harry questioned but no one answered.
…
Harry kept telling himself that it was just his imagination. Just his imagination.
"Aren't you tired of being poor, weak little Harry? Don't you finally want to man up?"
This time, Harry knew someone was in the house with him and was feeling frightened.
"Who's there?!" Harry demanded, looking for a weapon to defend himself.
"Oh, Harry. There is no need for violence. I am your friend."
Harry was afraid and didn't know what to think. But knew he couldn't trust this voice.
"Who are you? Where are you? Show yourself!" Harry demanded of the disembodied voice, who seemed to laugh at this child's demands.
"You want to find me? Go into the bathroom and turn on the lights. I will be waiting to meet you and oh how much we have to talk about…."
Harry gulped, bringing a bat with him just in case as he slowly, slowly walked towards the bathroom.
"Keep going. I'm waiting for you."
Harry was hesitant but entered and turned on the lights. But… he was alone.
"Turn around."
"Turned around? There's only-."
Then Harry gasped, seeing the Green Goblin before him, with a dastardly grin on his face.
"A mirror? Hello Harry, I'm happy you can talk to me and when I say 'me', I mean your true self. Shut the door."
Harry then shut the door…