Chapter 16: Goblin Genesis Part I

Chapter Sixteen: Goblin Genesis Part I:

“Alright, talk,” said Spider-Man in an irritated voice, as he hung upside down, with a hood squirming and thrashing, but unable to break free from the grip, as he was face to face with the web slinger. “The Green Goblin, what do you know about him?”

“Goblin?” asked the hood in a dumb voice. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Guy on a hang glider, dressed as a goblin, throws exploding pumpkins, razor bats, and sonic toads, you know, the Green Goblin,” said Spider-Man.

“Right, that guy, I don’t know, I see him around my bar sometimes, he’s gathering people, for something big, his own mob, I think it’s to overthrow the Kingpin,” said the hood but he looked horrified, when he realized what he had said. “But I don’t want anything to do with that, I’m just a small time guy really, that’s all I know, I swear.”

“Fine,” said Spider-Man as he lowered the hood to the ground, as he trembled in absolute fear and turned, before swinging off, leaving the hood’s eyes darting back and forth.

“Over a month, and I know very almost nothing about the Goblin, every lead I’ve dug up a dead end but he’s out there and he’s planning something, overthrowing the Kingpin, can’t say I blame him on that one, I’m not the biggest fan of that guy myself but still, all the innocent people put in the crossfire,” thought Spider-Man. “I have to find him, people dying, my fault.”

Spider-Man turned, checking his watch. Reluctantly, he had to abandon the search for the Green Goblin, as school was beginning in another half of an hour and Peter did not want to be late on his last day for this year.

-

The hallways of Midtown High was abuzz for the end of the school year, with much talk about the plans for the summer. Peter was not among them, rather he thought all the summer would mean was more time for him to track down the Green Goblin. He walked over to where Gwen was standing.

“Hey, Gwen, have you seen Harry?” asked Peter.

“No, I haven’t,” said Gwen. “He’s about as busy as you’ve been as of late, considering what happened, all the meetings he’s had to go to recently.”

“Yeah and he’s coping with everything about as well as could be expected, at least he doesn’t have to plan himself for his father’s death every waking minute of the day, like I do with Uncle Ben,” thought Peter. “Of course, how I coped with it was swinging around the city in my long underwear, fighting crime. I wouldn’t really recommend that little coping mechanism to anyone, but that’s what gets me going each and every day.’

“Peter, earth to Peter,” said Gwen as Peter’s eyes snapped towards her. “You looked like you were a million miles off.”

“Sometimes my mind feels like that,” said Peter. “I’ve been preoccupied lately, more than usual, given I haven’t been close to catching up with him.”

“If it makes you feel any better, Dad’s no closer to finding anything on this Green Goblin than you are, Peter,” remarked Gwen.

“No, it doesn’t feel me better” said Peter, as he recalled that day where the Green Goblin blew up the office building, he could have stopped him, but he was just too slow. He ran into a man who’s sister was killed in the explosion, he blamed Spider-Man. Jameson was having a field day with this little fiasco, claiming that Spider-Man should have been run out of town on a splintery rail.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a very tired Harry Osborn walking into the school. Several people muttered.

“Harry, good morning,” said Gwen.

“Yeah good morning, Harry, how are you?” asked Peter.

“Could have been better,” said Harry in a flat tone of voice. “A board meeting today right after school, I had two board meetings last time. My father was involved in three lawsuits before he was in that explosion, at least three that I know of, and now I have to deal with it. I’ve gotten death threats, I haven’t been able to sleep and now there’s something about a Green Goblin or something killing one of the top executives at the company, a major shareholder as well come to think of it…”

“Green Goblin?” interrupted Peter curiously which got him a strange look from Harry.

“Yeah, it’s ridiculous as he sounds, another nut in a costume, Spider-Man hasn’t even been able to stop him,” said Harry his agitation growing. “Let’s face it, my father was right, I couldn’t handle this corporation, what was the Board even thinking putting me in charge, even if it was temporary?”

“No, Harry, don’t say that, you can handle this,” said Gwen.

“Thanks for the support Gwen,” responded Harry as he looked at Peter. “But now he’s gone and I have to deal with it.”

“I know how you feel, Harry,” said Peter.

“No, you know nothing of how I feel, Pete, your uncle was killed and he might have not been the best off, but at least he didn’t leave you a whole mass of problems to deal with when he was in the ground,” said Harry his voice and temper raising. “Not that you care, Dad favored you from the moment he met you, not that ever favored me. He never gave me any compliments. Not even the stuff I did well, he always found the flaws and don’t bother sticking up for him. And one of my best friends is keeping things from me, running off all the time, not even being around most the time, while my other best friend is making excuses for him.”

“Harry, why didn’t you tell me that you were upset that I wasn’t around?” asked Peter.

“Maybe I should have, but would I trust you to give me the straight up truth?” asked Harry.

“Because, we’re friends,” offered Peter but somehow this was enough.

“Not for much longer if you don’t start being more truthful, Pete,” said Harry as he turned, before walking off in a bit of a mood.

“His father, it’s really getting to him, this is worse than I thought,” said Peter. “I didn’t even know he was taking it this bad.”

“Well you have been preoccupied,” said Gwen carefully and Peter looked at her, with a reluctant nod. “Are you going to tell him about..well you know?”

“No,” said Peter and Gwen looked at him. “The amount of stress he’s under right now, that might not be the best idea, given the circumstances.”

“It’s your choice Peter, I really hope you make the right one,” said Gwen before she abruptly dropped the subject and the two walked down the hallways, hurrying to class as the warning bell rang.

-

From outside of a hotel, three men with neatly trimmed hair, wearing three piece suits exited the building. The men walked towards a waiting limo. They were major shareholders of Oscorp, from outside the city. The latest meeting that would be held today would determine the future of the company, after it was believed that Norman Osborn had met his demise at the hands of a mysterious accident.

“I don’t know about a teenager running a company,” said one of the shareholders.

“It’s just for cosmetic purposes really, the major decisions are made by others,” said a second shareholder.

“Still it’s bad for our stock options,” said the first shareholder.

“Not that the owner of the company being killed is the best thing,” said a third shareholder in agreement, as he opened the door of the limo, sliding in the back suit. The other two shareholders followed his lead and they sat inside.

“Wonder what Osborn was working on, it couldn’t be anything too stable if it exploded like that,” said the second shareholder, as the limo began to drive.

“He’s always been sketchy, but he’s built the company from nothing,” said the first shareholder. “I bought my stock when it was worth nothing and now at its current rate of growth, I could be a millionaire in another couple of years. Just got to ditch the wife and kids and start a new life in the Bahamas.”

“I hear you, if the old lady had her way, I’d be a pauper by now,” said the second shareholder as they laughed, but the limo drove down the street, in the opposite direction from the Oscorp building. “Excuse me, but Oscorp is in the other direction. You’re going the wrong way.”

The limo kept driving for another moment without any response and the shareholders were beginning to get agitated.

“Look didn’t you hear me, this is an important meeting, we have to be there on time?” demanded the shareholder but the chauffer had refused to give even the simplest of responses. “Whoever you are, you better turn this limo around.”

“Must be a foreigner,” muttered the second shareholder but the limo turned, gaining speed as he went up the hill towards a ramp. “Hey, I know that ramp, it’s not completed, what’s going on here, turn around and face us.”

“If you insist,” said a cold voice as the chauffer turned around rather slowly. The shareholders were taken aback when they saw exactly who was sitting in the driver’s seat. It was the Green Goblin, dressed as the chauffer, his mask obscuring his face. He responded with loud insane laughter that was chilling to the bone. “Where to gentlemen?”

“Who are you?” asked the third shareholder, shaking like mad.

“Someone who has a reason to make you pay for what you’ve done,” said the Green Goblin. “The Oscorp shareholders have been very rotten, trying to conspire to take this company away from the man that built it with his own two hands. You drove Norman Osborn to his death, just to line your pockets with a little more money, but there’s no need to worry. Money won’t be an option where you’re going. You will regret the day you’ve decided to side with the Kingpin.”

‘The ramp, it’s not finished, you’ll kill us all,” said one of the shareholders, but the Green Goblin just turned, a twisted grin barely visible underneath his mask, as he activated a remote, locking the door and causing metal ropes to burst out from the seats.

“No, I’ll kill you, every one of you,” said the Green Goblin sadistically, as he pressed another button the remote control. Seconds later, his Goblin Glider came right alongside the limo as he gained velocity, reaching the end of the ram. “I would explain my plan in detail, but there isn’t that much time, so let’s just say, there’s going to be a really big boom and there won’t be enough of you left for your families to recognize.”

The Green Goblin turned, without another word, opening the door and leaping right onto his goblin glider, before he pulled out a razor bat and removed the fuel cap. The fuel drained but the limo still had enough momentum. The Green Goblin rose up as the limo plunged off the side of the ramp right into the depths below. Several pumpkin bombs stashed in the engine and underneath the seats went off as the limo crashed, not that it was needed. Loud explosions echoed as the Green Goblin flew off, stopping only momentarily to watch the carnage. Five shareholders were killed, with more to come but he was saving the best and the biggest for last.

He threw another pumpkin bomb down towards the limo as an after thought. The explosion went off, destroying the limo, before he flew off into the sky, as police helicopters began to arrive. By the time they reached the ramp, the Green Goblin was already long gone.

-

Gwen and Peter walked down the hallways, the school day and the school year having ended. There was an entire summer ahead of them, but Peter doubted he would have to enjoy much of it. With the Green Goblin still out there, he would not be able to rest even one moment.

On another note, there was the strained friendship with Harry. Gwen and Peter had agreed to give him some space to cool off and Peter in particular wrestled with the thought of telling Harry his duel identity. Gwen had found out on her own, which had Peter regretted and relieved. Still, a secret identity was harder to keep when more people knew it and thus more people could blow the secret. The Fantastic Four never had such a problem, having gone public with their real names and their powers but Peter shuddered to think what would happen if someone had found out that he was Spider-Man. He just imagined if someone like Doom or Doctor Octopus or indeed the Green Goblin had found out, everyone he cared about would be in grave danger. It would be just like Uncle Ben all over again.

Gwen and Peter saw Harry walking off in a hurry, not even acknowledging anyone, much less his best friends. He threw open the doors, nearly knocking over everyone in his attempt to leave the school as quickly as possible.

“He has become his father,” muttered Peter.

“Just hopefully not too much,” said Gwen. “Or for too long either.”

“Yes, running a company like Oscorp, I can see why Norman Osborn was the way he is, at least to an extent,” said Peter but they stopped talking when Liz walked up, looking around, her expression brightening slightly when she saw Peter and Gwen filled with hope.

“Hey, have either of you two seen Harry?” asked Liz.

“You just missed him,” said Gwen calmly. “Judging by how quickly he’s going, he’s halfway to New Jersey by now.”

“I can’t believe, he’s avoiding me, I must have done something wrong,” said Liz.

“Why would you think that?” asked Peter.

“Well, after the dance, I thought we had something then…well all this stuff because of the accident and it’s like he’s a totally different person, but even then, I guess there is a reason why he’s like this,” said Liz as she looked at the two of them.

“I think you hit the nail on the head, Liz, it is Harry’s father,” responded Peter as he struggled to find the right words. “Now that he’s gone, Harry has the responsibilities that Norman Osborn had and now I don’t know if he can match up to them. Don’t take it personal, Liz.”

“Yeah he kind of went off on me and Pete, earlier,” said Gwen. “It’s a rough time, and Harry, I’m not sure how to say this, but he’s not really one who copes all that well with loss. Just don’t give up, Liz, I’m sure, you and Harry can work out, once things have calmed down.”

“I hope so,” said Liz as she turned away. “I’ll try and talk to him sometime, after things have had more of a chance to settle down.”

“That’s what we plan on doing as well,” said Gwen as Peter nodded right by her side.

“Right, well you two have a good summer, I guess,” said Liz as she turned.

“You too, Liz,” said Gwen.

“Right, same here,” said Peter as they watched Liz walk outside the door.

“Think we should have a talk with Harry?” asked Gwen.

“No, trust me, you were right the first time, don’t want to do that,” said Peter as he stepped outside. “Going to head home for something to eat and then, it’s back to business.”

The two walked for several more minutes, not even talking.

“Science camp in another few weeks,” said Gwen. “Are you going this year? I mean, you go every year with your uncle so it might be a bit awkward.”

“It’s been paid for before that night, we were planning on a trip but with everything that has happened, I’m not even sure if I want to go this year, I don’t feel right being miles away,” said Peter before he lowered his voice so only Gwen could hear him. “You know, with the Green Goblin on the loose and all that, it just doesn’t seem right. A month and I’m no closer to catching him than I was before.”

“That could be the problem Peter, you’re letting this consume you,” said Gwen lightly and Peter just looked at her. “The office building, I don’t even need to tell you that wasn’t your fault but…”

“Spider-Man could have stopped them had he been a bit quicker, it would have been worse of those children would have been killed,” said Peter as he looked at her. “There’s something about the Green Goblin, that’s more dangerous than any criminal Spider-Man has ever faced. Stronger, quicker, more dangerous, and with no conscience at all, nothing stopping him from killing anyone and everything Spider-Man does, he seems to be able to do better. Every time I close my eyes, I see that demonic goblin face and hear cries for help, his taunts. I won’t be able to sleep easy until he’s stopped.”

“I know,” said Gwen flatly, but she looked off in the distance. Peter had always been devoted with his mission, to make amends for the mistake he made the night that his uncle was killed but this took one step past devotion and moved right into the territory of obsession. “I support you Peter, but at the same time…”

Gwen trailed off, not wanting to voice what she was thinking.

“I knew this was a dangerous job when I took it Gwen,” said Peter. “The Green Goblin is far more dangerous than anyone but there has to be someway I can beat him.”

“I have to beat him,” thought Peter. “No way around it.”

-

Wilson Fisk sat, the news getting to him about the three shareholders and one of his advisors looking at him a concerned look on his face.

“The Shareholder’s meeting is postponed but perhaps it would be a good idea to hold them off completely until this entire Goblin mess is dealt with,” said the advisor.

“If I laid down every time there was a threat to his life, I wouldn’t be where I am today,” said Fisk crisply as he sat down in an arm chair, hands folded over his lap as if he was not bothered. “Remember, the Green Goblin tried to kill me previously and I have no doubt at all that he’ll try again. But I’m ready for him this time.”

Fisk refused to elaborate on what he meant by ready. He had men at the ready to bring down the Green Goblin by any means necessary.

“Get my limo ready, I have an appointment to keep,” said Fisk as he stepped forward to walk out the door, ignoring the looks of disapproval that his advisors were giving him. “Only a fool would think that I would have taken every security precaution I can manage for this Green Goblin. I’ll be ready for him, if in fact he shows up.”

There was no arguing with a man like Wilson Fisk and Fisk walked out the door, nodding to a pair of strategically placed snipers. Any glider coming onto his property would be shot down on sight, no questions asked. His bodyguards walked on the side, as the limo was guarded, checked for bombs. The foolish stockholders earlier had neglected this important step but Wilson Fisk did not become the Kingpin of Crime without being covering every base necessary.

-

“Afternoon, Aunt May,” said Peter as he entered the house.

“Good afternoon Peter!” said Aunt May brightly, as she moved forward to greet her nephew but she looked to be a bit in a hurry. “I was just stepping out but don’t worry, sandwiches are in the refrigerator if you get hungry, dear.”

“Right, thanks Aunt May,” said Peter gratefully but his cell phone began to ring.

“Sounds like you might have to be heading out Peter,” said Aunt May eyes narrowed, wondering what that Jameson man wanted with her nephew right now, never doubting for one moment it was Peter’s boss, and Peter stepped to the side to answer the cell phone.

“Hello,” said Peter.

“Parker, terrible accident at the Liberty Ramp,” said Jameson over the phone.

“I thought that ramp wasn’t going to be completed yet,” said Peter.

“You thought right for once in your life Parker, but some nutcase trapped three Oscorp Shareholders inside a limo and drove it over the side of the unfinished ramp,” said Jameson without even taking a breath. “Its that Green Goblin nutcase in fact, I want you to over there proto to take photos right away, do you hear me Parker?”

“Yes, Mr. Jameson, loud and clear,” said Peter, not really hearing anything past the words “Green Goblin”. “I’ll be right over there as soon as I can.”

“Do me a favor and make it sooner, Parker,” responded Jameson, but Peter had already hung up the phone and moved to get out the door, stopping to pick up a sandwich for the road after a look from Aunt May.

Still it would not be Peter Parker who would be taking a closer look at the wreckage.

-

Spider-Man swung around the wreckage, which is combing with police and members of the press. He looked down, seeing the smoking wreckage that was once a limo. By now the occupants or rather whatever was left of them, should have been removed. Swinging down, but careful not to be seen, Spider-Man stepped forward, before he saw a charred pumpkin shell down low. Quickly while no one else was looking, he webbed down and looked at the pumpkin bomb, getting a good look at it for the first time.

“Impressive,” thought Spider-Man as he managed to find traces of a chemical within the remains of the charred shell. Quickly he managed to slip the pumpkin shell into his bag, hopefully able to analyze it later. “The Goblin’s definitely been here, and he may have left me a clue, no other traces big enough, yet there’s every instance that the other pumpkin bombs completely blew up. A few small traces, but nothing obvious, this one didn’t go completely off. If I figure out what this chemical is, I’ll be one step closer to pinning down the Green Goblin…but I better get a few pictures. Peter Parker has to appease Jameson after all.”

-

Spider-Man swung through the sky, right towards Oscorp, after analyzing the explosive chemical found in the pumpkin bomb.

“The compound is rare, only one place known to make it and that’s Oscorp,” thought Spider-Man. “The Goblin must work here and must be someone high up, because Norman wasn’t the time to give out any secrets. Don’t know if Harry would know anything, but it’s worth a shot, I just hope he’s in the mood to cooperate. Then again, he sort of looks to Spidey as a role model, so maybe he’ll say something, have to be careful not to reveal anything.”

Spider-Man saw Harry standing inside the office and quickly he swung inside the open window. Harry jumped up with a start.

“Spider-Man?” asked Harry in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Investigating a crime that may have ties to Oscorp itself,” said Spider-Man. “Perhaps you’ve heard of a criminal who calls himself the Green Goblin…”

“Yes, I have,” said Harry with a nod of his head. “That guy killed three shareholders just this morning, really doing me a favor, because I wasn’t really ready for this meeting, but…what does he have to do with Oscorp?”

“His pumpkin bombs are made with an explosive chemical compound made here at Oscorp,” said Spider-Man as Harry just dropped the stack of papers that he was holding.

“It was the Goblin,” said Harry trying to remain calm. “He killed him, he killed my father, I just know it.”

“I was under the impression that your father’s death was an accident,” said Spider-Man, careful to sound surprised that Harry thought it was a murder.

“That’s what the official word says, but this Green Goblin must have murdered him,” said Harry who looked completely flustered before he walked over. “If anyone knows as much as my father did about this company, it would be Donald Menken, he’s worked for my father for years and he knows about as much as my father would allow someone to know.”

“Take me to him,” said Spider-Man, wondering if this Menken character was Green Goblin material as he followed Harry, as he moved down a long corridor and Harry looked relieved when he saw Menken walking from an office in a hurry. Spider-Man scaled the walls, getting a better view on the ceiling, feeling that if Menken did not see him, perhaps he would be more forthcoming with any information.

“Seems like your typical corporate toadie,” thought Spider-Man. “Can’t be the Goblin, than again, appearances are always deceiving.”

“Mr. Menken,” said Harry which caused the corporate executive to spin around.

“Yes, what is it?” asked Menken.

“Were there any thefts of dangerous chemicals that my father might have known of but I didn’t?” asked Harry and Menken thought for a moment.

“In fact yes, our most explosive chemical compound was stolen, the day before the unfortunate accident that claimed Mr. Osborn,” replied Menken swiftly. “Along with an experimental tech flight glider but the criminal left no evidence behind, I assure you that it was looked into carefully and I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“No this is disturbing, whoever is the Green Goblin was the one who stole these things,” said Harry and Menken looked taken completely aback. “Was there anything else that was stolen?”

“Nothing that I can recall being told about,” said Menken. “Research notes went missing as well but they could have been consumed in the same fire that got Mr. Osborn.”

This conversation was interrupted by a bald man in a suit coming down the hallway, with a package in his hand.

“This package arrived, it’s addressed to, Spider-Man believe it or not,” said the man and with that Spider-Man dropped down, taking the package, causing Menken and the man in the suit to be caught off guard.

“Thank you, I’ll take that if it’s mine,” said Spider-Man as he looked at the package, before he lifted the top. No spider sense was a good sign, as he opened the package.

The package sprung open, with a replica of the Green Goblin’s mask on a spring popping out, laughing madly at Spider-Man, as confetti flew everywhere.

“Greetings Spider-Man,” said a recording in the goblin mask. “By now, I’m sure you have found out my clue and I’m sure you’re guessing that the pumpkin bomb you found didn’t completely detonate was by my design. Trust me, nothing I do is an accident. If you want to face me, meet me outside of Central Park at six o’ clock this evening and we’ll settle this one masked man to another. If you’re one second late, the citizens will pay for your tardiness with their blood. I’ll see you tonight Spider-Man. Do have a last meal before we meet, wouldn’t want you to die on an empty stomach!”

The loud laughter of the Green Goblin echoed for about a minute before the recording in the mask added something.

“Oh and if I see one cop or any of your little super hero playmates and I detonate bombs that I’ve strategically had placed inside buildings all over the city,” said the recording before it completely went dead as Spider-Man left immediately, out the window. He would have to fight the Green Goblin on his own sick terms, with all too obvious notion nagging him in the back of his head that he was walking directly into a trap.

-

At the designated time, Spider-Man swung down right into Central Park, before he looked from side to side.

“GOBLIN!” called Spider-Man bracing himself for a fight, while keeping on alert. He knew his spider sense could go off and sure enough it did, as a pumpkin bomb went sailing through the air, right towards Spider-Man. Spider-Man somersaulted out of the way, as the explosion blew soil everywhere.

“Present!” sang the Green Goblin as he dove down towards Spider-Man, a metal blade sticking out from the front of the hang glider, but Spider-Man dodged the attempted impaling. Goblin circled around, throwing two pumpkin bombs to the ground, but Spider-Man dodged them.

“I’m going to bring you down to earth, Goblin!” shouted Spider-Man as two lines of webbing latched onto the glider but the Goblin accelerated lifting Spider-Man high into the air. Spider-Man struggled to hang on as the Goblin Glider gained more air and velocity. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”

“I’d agree with that one,” said the Green Goblin, turning as he flung one of his razor bats. The weapon sliced right through Spider-Man’s enhanced webbing and caused him to spiral down to earth. It was only luckily that he shot some webbing around a tree branch, to brace his fall but a pumpkin bomb forced Spider-Man to abandon his perch. Goblin dove down right towards Spider-Man but Spider-Man leapt up once it reached the ground. “You’ve made a big mistake, Spider-Man, now that you’re on my turf.”

“Yeah, well you won’t dare use any of those weapons on me up here, I mean you wouldn’t want to ding your precious little toy,” said Spider-Man as he grabbed onto the Green Goblin’s arms but the Goblin shoved him off, nearly causing him to fall off the glider, but Spider-Man swung up, backing the Goblin off with a double kick to the chest but the Goblin responded by rattling Spider-Man with a punch. Another punch and Spider-Man was sent down, before Goblin rose up about as high as he could go, as Spider-Man struggled to get him away from the glider’s controls but his enemy’s strength overwhelmed him.

“No matter what, Spidey must go splat!” cackled the Goblin as he shot downwards, the Glider threatening to crash onto the ground.

“You’re go with me too, and you can’t be that suicidal!” shouted Spider-Man in a frantic voice, dodging an energy blast from the goblin gloves.

“Is that a risk you’re willing to take?” taunted the Green Goblin as they were mere seconds away from crashing. Spider-Man abandoned the Glider but the Goblin controlled in, pulling out of his dive at the last minute and turned slightly, before he recklessly threw a pumpkin bomb at Spider-Man. Spider-Man avoided the attack but two sonic toads were dropped to the ground. He had no time to shield his ears, as the blasts brought the toads brought him to his knees. He screamed in agony, as the Goblin dove down, before he raised his hand and knocked Spider-Man right on his back with a punch, before he reached down and grabbed Spider-Man, pulling him onto the Glider. “Now come on, Spidey, let Uncle Gobby take you for a ride!”

“Sorry, Gobs, but I don’t take rides from strangers,” gasped Spider-Man but despite his strength, he was unable to break the grip the Goblin had on him. “Or strange people period for that matter.”

“Oh but I do insist!” shouted the Goblin in a completely crazed voice, as he launched Spider-Man right through the glass window of a factory. The web slinger tried to brace himself, if that was possible, as glass shattered and he fell, landing on a stack of crates.

“At least I’m still alive, even though that might not be such a good thing right now,” thought Spider-Man groggily as he saw the Green Goblin sail in on his glider and swoop down towards him.

“Face it Spider-Man, I’m your superior in every way,” said the Green Goblin as he lifted Spider-Man up the air and threw him to the side like he was a piece of garbage, before the wall crawler had a chance to ensnare him with his webbing. Goblin dove right towards Spider-Man, reaching down. Spider-Man was barely able to move, as the Goblin spun around, before Spider-Man was slammed right into the wall hard. “The legacy of Spider-Man ends today and the age of the Green Goblin begins right now!”

Green Goblin smashed a fist right into Spider-Man’s face. Several more punches, as Spider-Man attempted to fight back, each punch feeling like a cinderblock being smashed into his face. Spider-Man crumpled, in an attempt to use his webbing but the Goblin hoisted him up into the air, before he threw him down. Spider-Man landed on a stack of crates, shattering them from the impact, before the Green Goblin flew, right about Spider-Man and reached forward. Spider-Man could not even move, to defend himself.

The Green Goblin ripped off Spider-Man’s mask to reveal the bloodied and bruised face of one Peter Parker. For a few seconds, the Green Goblin paused, eyes widening beneath his mask, before he turned, holding up the bloodied Spider-Man mask as a symbol of his victory and he flew out the window, throwing several pumpkin bombs, exploding and weakening the support beams.

Peter laid de-masked and barely able to move. It hurt to breath. It hurt to blink. Yet, he tried to summon the will power to move, otherwise this entire building was going to collapse on him.

The Green Goblin crashed through the window, as the factory had mostly collapsed.

“There’s no way he should have survived that,” said the Green Goblin but he held a remote control device in his hand. “But why take any chances?”

A press of the button, activated more pumpkin bombs. The factory collapsed even more, the explosions causing massive burning. The Green Goblin turned, to the crowd of shocked bystanders.

“Let it be known that Spider-Man met his downfall today at the hands of the Green Goblin!” shouted the Goblin gleefully, holding up the bloodied mask for all to see before he zoomed off on the glider. He had one person on the top of his list eliminated; now there was only one more and his plans could be put into their final stage.


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