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Chapter Three
The Family Way
Norman Osborn sat comfortably at the small wooden desk in his cell. He had grown use to the many electronic eyes that were focused on him, as he read one of his many books under the small ray of light from his desk lamp. He had been incarcerated at Rykers for some time. He had lost all track of time. It was just an endless void to him. The peaceful aura around him was soon interrupted by the sound of heavy foot steps which grew louder as they approached him. He didn't react as the sounds stopped just outside his cell. He sat there, put down his book and leant back in his chair. He displayed a smile on his face and said;
"Good morning, Vinnie. It is morning right?"
"Heads up, Osborn." Replied the gruff tone of a security guard. "You have a visitor."
"A visitor?" Norman said as he pricked up his ears. "How delightful."
Dylan emerged from the shadows and approached the force field which contained Norman. Norman took a few moments to register the face until his eyes slightly widened.
"Dylan! My boy." He said as he stood up and slowly approached the force field. "So, the long lost Osborn has returned. All these years, I thought you was dead. So how has Tibet been treating you?"
Dylan prompted the security guards to leave him but paying them. They hesitated but left, leaving the two mean alone in the peaceful but disturbing darkness. Norman grabbed his chair and slid it up to the force field.
"This isn't a social visit. I already figured that part out." he said as he took a seat. "So what do you want?"
"How do you know I want something, Uncle?" Dylan asked as he glared at Norman.
"Oh come on, you can't fool me boy. Your Mother was just the same before she disappeared. She always wanted something from me." Norman scoffed. "So what is it? Money? A take on the Stock Market?
"Spider-Man." Dylan replied bluntly. "I want to kill Spider-Man. If not, Hurt him and then slowly tear him apart."
Norman smiled. "My boy, I can gladly be of assistance."
Dylan leant in close so the guards couldn't hear them and whispered.
"I know what he did to Harry and what he did to you. I'm sick of that miserable insect ruining this family's reputation. Now I cant get you out of here but I can take over. All I need is the Goblin formula."
"But I left the formula at the penthouse." Norman said. "I'm assuming you're living there. I assume you found the Goblin equipment?"
"I have." Dylan confirmed as he slowly nodded. "I just know how to use the formula. I need the power that you once possessed."
"You are a smart boy, Dylan." Norman said as he rubbed his chin. "There is a chamber in that room. The circular one with the metal vents on top."
"Yes I've seen it." Dylan replied as he listened.
"Inject a canister of serum into the chamber, get in there and let the green magic do it's stuff." Norman instructed. "Trust me, you'll feel like a new man once it gets into the blood stream. Well that's if you have a healthy blood stream. Unlike Harry."
"Oh?" Dylan replied intrigued. "What happened to him?"
"My poor son was a drug addict. The serum didn't like his system and eventually, it killed him." Norman went on. "Naturally they blamed Spider-Man, but Harry was a messed up child after my alleged death. You see my boy, that's where the serum's advantages come in to it."
Dylan had to know the secret as he pressed Norman for more information.
"What exactly happened to you?
"This vendetta thing that you want to do now, well I already did it once." Norman explained. "I killed Spider-Man's first love. A fair blonde headed girl no more than Harry's age. I can't remember why I took her to the top of the bridge but I killed her. At that moment, Spider-Man flipped. He nearly had me when my glider began sneak up on him. His spider-sense warned him and he flipped out of the way. I felt the pain as the glider impaled me to the wall. I was pronounced dead at the scene apparently. I woke up in this lab. At least I think it was a lab. These shady figures explained to me how the serum regenerated my wounds and blood cells. Months later, I was released. That's when I learnt that I was declared dead. It also gave me time to re-plan my next attack on Spider-Man which too resulted in failure. Now here I am."
"I'm guessing that a clean blood system allowed the serum to regenerate." Dylan added. "Am I right?"
"Like I said." Norman smiled. "You're a smart boy."
*****
The sound of the security alarms cried out, attracting the attention of passers by. The police struggled to catch up with the two masked bank robbers who were racing up the street towards an awaiting truck. They were both heavily armed. As one of the cops drew his pistol and took aim, a huge sheet of webbing descended and pinned the suspects to the floor. The men struggled and took pot shots as Spider-Man swooped down and dodged the incoming attacks.
"Okay boys that's enough you hear?" he joked as he threw a series of punches at the men, disabling their weapons. "Uncle Spidey's had this conversation with you two before. Guns make loud noises. I mean isn't this like the fourth time you've tried to pull a stealthy heist with loud machine guns? You guys are utter idiots!"
As he finished webbing up the suspects, the wall crawler's spider-sense warned him. He flipped forwards as the getaway driver tired to attack him from behind.
"Oh there you are." he quipped as he kicked the driver off balance. "Did you feel left out. Well don't worry here's a special donkey punch I have reserved just for you."
Spider-Man plants a hard upper cut punch to the drivers jaw, knocking him out cold. He quickly webbed the three together before he inspected the van with it's contents. He peered inside the van but was drawn to the sound of cop cars. The police surrounded the van and demanded the wall crawler to exit the van.
"Spider-Man, come out of there. This is official police business!" The cop demanded over his mega-phone.
"Okay, Okay but I don't think they took anything else so I'll say my goodbyes." Spider-Man said, bowing in a humorous manner.
Spider-Man swung high above the city. His trip to the Bugle ended up a short one after Ned's sacking. He had nothing to do and a lot of time to kill before Mary Jane returned from work so he decided to do what he did best, swing around the city aimlessly. He could swing around for hours. He would rarely get bored of it. However it gave him a good opportunity to think.
"Poor Ned. Jameson's really went to town on him this time." he thought as went back to the events that occurred earlier on. "Why does lead such a huge, obsessed driven campaign against me? I've been Spider-Man for nearly Twenty-Seven years now and not once has he stopped to think that he is in the wrong. It has become his life's work. Maybe I should write a book. "In The Mind Of J. Jonah Jameson." No, it probably wouldn't sell."
Suddenly as he approached his favourite spot in the city, Spider-Man's spider-sense warned him just seconds before an explosion forced him off of the building. He fired a web line and swung out of a dive. He safely landed on the rooftop to a neighbouring building before scouting the area.
"What just happened!?" he questioned himself.
"Allow me to explain!" came a dark voice from behind him.
The wall crawler's spider-sense went off again, drawing him to a smoke stack behind him. He watched as The Dark Goblin slowly emerged from the smog, hovering just above the webbed wonder .
"That explosion intended to kill you as so will I!"
"Who are you?" Spider-Man joked in his usual manner. "The Tarmac Goblin? The Liquorice Goblin?
The Goblin swooped down on his glide fired a volley of bullets at Spider-Man. The web head swing out of the way but was quickly hit in the back, throwing him into the side of a ventilation shaft. The Goblin came about for another attack but decided to stop to see if his opponent was still moving.
"They call me The Dark Goblin." he sneered as he let out a spine chilling laugh. "And you are about to pay for what you have done to my family! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
