Spider-Man: The Dark Goblin Chapter 5
It seemed like an eternity for Peter Parker. It took him over an hour to change into his street clothes. It took him Twenty Minutes to desperately cover up his tattered costume. Before all that, it took him three hours to pull himself out of the wreckage and find a way out of the building. He might have safely made it outside into an alley, but now he faced a new problem. Getting home. He could barely move as it was. Each step, each sudden movement caused him intense sharp pain that travelled about his body. His nose was bloody, his face was swollen and he was pretty sure that parts of his body were either mangled or broken. He inched across the street completely aware of the dozen eyes that were staring at him. He had to sit down. He couldn't support himself for another moment. Fortunately, luck was on his side as a Bus rolled up on him and pulled up at a designated stop. He picked himself up off the bench and limped ont
Spider-Man: The Dark Goblin Chapter 4
Spider-Man struggled to regain his balance as he was hurled through a window of an office building. He body impacted with a series of computers and wooden desks. He skidded to halt in sheer pain. The people around him screamed in terror as they all made their way for the exits. Spider-Man couldn't see amongst the confusion. His line of sight was obscured by the panicking people all around him. He lifted himself up as in draft of cold hair brushed up against his face. His jaw throbbed, and his legs wobbled. He hobbled up against a desk slowly felt his strength return to his system. He looked on as The Dark Goblin hovered outside the window, glaring at him with his piercing red eyes.
"Look at him." he thought as clenched his fists. "He hurls me through a building and thinks he's the almighty Goblin of them all. He's laughing at me. He's enjoying this. Well I don't intend to give him the satisfaction."
Spider-Man: The Dark Goblin Chapter 3
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
Spider-Man: The Dark Goblin Chapter 2
Problems and Instincts.
Spider-Man had been talking to Gwen's stone for three hours unaware of the time that had passed. He felt so lost in the zone, like the world around him had come to a stand still. His heart released everything, cleansing his soul of all the pain which he concealed over the years. It felt good. Spider-Man sat there gazed up at the sky as he finished what he had to say. I felt that Gwen was listening to him. He knew deep down that she was always in his heart.
"So as you can see, I never got a chance to grieve." he said as he closed his eyes. "I moved on but I had no choice. I never told you my secret because of the fear of losing you. I am Spider-Man. I moved on, I settled down with Mary Jane and we eventually got married. She wants to try for a kid someday and I think I could be a good father. The point is, I've hidden all this pain for years. Between that day and the present, I've had to put on the costume, figh
Spider-Man: The Dark Goblin
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