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Spider-Man: The Dark Goblin

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Chapter One

Family Vengeance


A storm rages over New York City. The rain drenches the ground, the wind blows with fury across the streets and Lightning lights up the sky accompanied by the roar of Thunder. It was the worst storm the city suffered in years, but to one person, it symbolised the perfect message of fear. A shady lone figure creeped in the shadows of his room as he gazed out of the window and admired the storm. He was a grief stricken man, so full of rage that he failed to find the closure he seeked. His family was the result of his downfall. So shrouded in pain and guilt that the subject on his mind was revenge. Revenge for a certain web swinger. Revenge for Spider-Man. The man clenched his fists, reached for the whiskey bottle and poured him self a big glass of the strong stuff. Thoughts plagued his mind as he sat there and silently sipped away at his drink.

"It's been too long. I've waiting far to long for this time to come. I've been away when I needed to be here. I wasn't here when my Uncle Norman died. I wasn't here when the same fate happened to my Cousin Harry. I was Tibet helping with a cause. Now I've returned and I have all the time in the world so fix this mess, settle the score and claim vengeance in the family name."

He approached his desk and opened up a draw, revealing a folder marked "Spider-Man." He pulled out the folder and browsed through the files under his desk lamp. It was all there, marked documents, newspaper clippings, surveillance camera footage. Everything was recorded. Each document and photo was marked by the date of which it was taken. The figure became so engrossed that he was unaware of his butler, entering the room.

"Mister Osborn, sir, I have finished everything for tonight. May I be excused for the rest of the night?" The butler politely asked.

"Of course you can Brian." The figure replied as he appeared out of the shadows. "And please, call me Dylan."

Dylan returned to his thoughts as he began to have flashbacks of his days in Tibet. The images were so clear that he felt like it happened only the day before.

"Ah Tibet, such a cold, hellish place. I was sent there to set up a trust fund when a disease broke out. I went with a few others to help save the villagers. I remember the day when our first airmail package dropped in our camp, and I saw the paper. That headline, sent shivers down my spine. "SPIDER-MAN KILLS GOBLIN. BODY OF NORMAN OSBORN FOUND!" Uncle Norman was like a father to me. I mean I know he had his issues but he was a kind and generous man. For Harry though, it was a different story. He has become a drug addict who became so paranoid the was convinced that everyone was against him. Until Spider-Man killed him too. I wish I could've helped him. When I flew black to New York, it felt as if I had nothing. I went to my Uncles penthouse only to find it was up for sale. Well it's mine now. I saved that place which means I saved apart of the Osborn legacy. All I need to do now is one last thing. Avenge the family."

Dylan finished his drink and walked towards his bookcase. He fumbled for a specific book and pulled it back slightly. The bookcase slowly lifted upwards, creating a dust cloud in it wakes. The dust eventually settled, revealing a secret room encased in glass and metal. Dylan entered the room and walked towards another chamber located at the back. He tapped in the security code on a wall keypad and stepped back as metal doors opened. A Goblin suit sat within along with a glider and a cabinet full of artillery. Dylan's last thoughts slipped through his conscience as he proceeded to place on the suit.

"I was always unsure that this was the right method to do it, but it has been apart of the family legacy for years. The one ego that haunted my Uncle and Cousin throughout their lives. The Goblin! Thing is, I can't help but think that The Goblin was the most successful asset to this family. The Green Goblin shall no longer ride, but a new Goblin shall rise. He shall dominate the skies, relentlessly seeking that webbed menace until he breaks his neck. The hunt will be left to this Goblin. Spider-Man can not prepare to beat THE DARK GOBLIN!"

*****

"Come on MJ, I said I was sorry." Peter grovelled as he picked up the broken pieces of photo frame which he has knocked over just seconds before. "I'm just in a hurry that's all.

"You're always in a hurry but it doesn't mean that you can smash up the apartment as you go." MJ huffed as she emerged from the kitchen with a trash bag. "Did you over sleep again?"

"You know I did." Peter said. "The storm kept me awake last night. I couldn't sleep."

"Did my Mister Parker get scared of a little thunder and lightning?" MJ joked as put the pieces in the trash bag. "See it things like this which make me forgive you quicker."

"Very funny." Peter replied as he sat down on the couch. "For some reason it's more than that. I had the nightmare again."

"The same nightmare you've had for the past few weeks?" MJ asked as she sat down next to her husband. "Why can't you tell me what it is?"

"Because it's so realistic that someday, I feel it could happen." Peter replied as his rubbed his weary eyes. "It sounds silly, I know but it's almost like it's a vision. Like a warning that something is about to happen."

"Well what happens in this dream?" MJ asked again. She wanted to know. "Peter I'm not comfortable with this secrecy surrounding it. Just tell me."

"You were in danger." Peter said reluctantly. "We were at the Bugle for some reason when there was this explosion and a masked figure comes in and smashes up the place. I enter as Spider-Man and then that's when he takes you."

"And then what?" MJ continued to question, intrigued by this. "Peter it's okay it's only a bad dream, you can tell me."

"Then...well...I feel this pain, like my heart is about to stop, but I cant see anything. All I see is hazy smoke along with loud voices and the smell of smoke. Then that's it. I wake up."

MJ held Peter Closely as he noticed the blank look in his face. She knew what he was feeling as this dream had to remind him of the death of his first love, Gwen Stacy. She kissed him before she took the trash out and said,

"This dream reminds of Gwen doesn't it."

Peter remained quiet as she continued.

"I know how much her death still hurts you. It hurt all of us too. Just look what it did to everyone. Your Aunt May, my Aunt Anna. Sometimes I think that when we fell in love, you never found the closure you deserved. I still think that deep down you're grieving. The only thing that's stopping you from moving past this is that mask and that costume. I love you Peter and I've supported you even since the day I found out about your secret, but I think it's time you saw someone, said goodbye and then gave up the webs for good."

"I can't give up my responsibility." Peter mumbled. "We've been through this."

"I know." MJ replied. "Then maybe you need to find another way of saying goodbye."

*****

Later that morning, Spider-Man swung across the city still in a daze. The fresh crisp morning cleared his head of all the dark thoughts. He didn't know where he was going. His destination was the Daily Bugle but he didn't want to go there. It was also his day off at Midtown High. He had no classes to teach. Instead, he knew exactly where to go.

"It's a long shot, but Mary Jane has a point." He thought. "I can't let these dreams stop me from moving on. I was at Gwen's funeral, but I never got to say goodbye the way I really wanted to. This dream I keep experiencing. What does it mean? Is Mary Jane in danger too?"

He eventually arrives at the cemetery and releases his web line. He slowly walked along the path until he found the stone he was looking for. He had found the resting place of Gwen, who sat beside her hero father, George Stacy. He kneeled down in front of the stone and removed a bouquet of roses from his back pack.

"These are your favourite." he said as set the bouquet down in front of the stone. "It's been so long because I can't hide the pain anymore. I've come to say goodbye."





Chapter One - Family Vengeance
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Onisatsu18's avatar
Aweosme. The part with Peter in Gwen's grave is so much feels :(