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Subject: {ASSM} (Dimitri M.) Spider-Man : Manipulations [5/5[ - (M/F, F/F, oral, drugs)
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Spider-Man : Manipulations (5/5)
Felicia erupted in a rage and lept forward towards Hobgoblin,
who leaped easily aside, leaving behind a smaller version of one of his
deadly pumpkin bombs.
MJ threw her arms up even as Felicia tried to wildly backtrack,
but when the bomb exploded The Black Cat was tossed across the room and
hard into a wall.
"First you!" laughed Hobgoblin, pointing with a cackle towards
Felicia's prostrate form,"Then your boyfriend, then the rest of these
pathetic peons until Spider-Man shows up and I kill him too!"
Mary Jane had remained standing in exactly the same
place throughout all of these bizarre events, and finally The Hobgoblin
noticed her.
"Who the hell are you," he growled, turning and stalking towards
her quivering form. His mask, which despite it's horrific visage conveyed
emotions remarkably well, softened as his eyes widened in recognition.
"Sure!" he laughed,"You're that tasty little bitch from the
Tattler this morning."
He cast his gaze up and down her body, then shook his head and
raised one fist high.
"Pity I have to kill you, darling, it's a shame to deprive the
world of such a great pair of tits.... I guess you were just in the wrong
place at the wrong time."
He prepared to strike her down, but before he could a thwipping
noise filled the air and a strange, gray cobweb like fluid wrapped around
Hobgoblin's fist and pulled the villain off of his feet.
"Now that's just not right, Hobby," admonished Spider-Man, crouched
unnaturally on the lip of the floor, framed by the broken glass of the
walls,"Didn't Momma Hobgoblin teach you not to hit girls?"
"BUFFOON!" roared Hobgoblin, blasting at Spider-Man with his
finger gun, which the web-swinger easily dodged, leaping into the room
and running along the glass walls as Hobgoblin blasted at him again
and again, smashing glass behind him.
Those crew and photographers who hadn't all ready fled were now
huddled together as far from the combatants as possible, but Mary Jane
remained standing where she was, watching Spider-Man fighting with The
Hobgoblin.
Spider-Man was obviously far more agile, but Hobgoblin had an
array of fearsome weaponry which he wasn't shy about using. Eventually,
however, Spider-Man caught up with him and smashed the villain to the
ground, slamming him with several powerful blows which had him dazed.
And then the elevator dinged.
The sudden noise distracted Spider-Man, allowing The Hobgoblin to
toss him way with a roar, igniting a pumpkin bomb and tossing it at
Spider-Man.
The Super-Hero lept aside with uncanny speed and grace, just as
the elevator door behind him opened.
"Wha...." started Harry Osborn in confusion, and then the Pumpkin
Bomb slammed into his chest and exploded.
"HARRY!!!" screamed Mary Jane in shock as fire and smoke burst
out of the lift.
Hobgoblin, knowing he was outclassed against both Spider-Man AND
The Black Cat, took the opportunity to make his escape, leaping onto his
Goblin Glider and speeding away through the many holes he'd made in
the walls.
Spider-Man dropped down beside Felicia's body in concern, then
scooped her up with one arm and fired a web-line with the other, swinging
out of the building and away, whether to chase Hobgoblin or get Felicia
medical attention it wasn't clear.
And Mary Jane stood staring at the burning, smoking elevator
with wide, trembling eyes.
The funeral was stark and bleak, the weather gray and overcast,
the mood more angry than grieving as the total futility of Harry's death
began to sink in.
Norman Osborn hadn't spoken to anyone since Harry had died, leaving
funeral arrangements to his Receptionist. Every day he got up and shaved
and groomed himself and dressed up in his expensive suits and walked
around giving everyone black looks, but he still didn't say a word.
He watched Harry's casket being lowered into the ground wordlessly,
furious that his son hadn't even been given the final dignity of an open
casket due to the severe damage done to him by The Hobgoblin's pumpkin
bomb.
When the funeral was finished the gathered people walked away
quietly, not saying a word to each other. As at Gwen's funeral, paparazzi
were not present thanks to Norman Osborn calling in enough favors to
fool the paparazzi into thinking the funeral wasn't on for a couple of
days.
Mary Jane turned and was surprised to see Peter Parker standing
in the slowly drizzling rain, dressed in a thick, dark over-coat much
like the one Harry had sometimes worn. She was surprised by how much
he resembled Harry, the same build and height and emotional eyes and
hair color.... it was kind of chilling.
"Peter?" she asked,"What are you doing here?"
"I thought maybe... maybe you could use a little support," he
offered quietly,"I know we never talked much in High School, but your
Aunt and my Aunt are close and I guess.... I guess I always figured I
could be your friend if you wanted me to."
Despite herself, Mary Jane couldn't help but feel touched by
his surprising innocence. Was it possible that Peter had harbored a
secret crush on her for all these years?
"Actually," she said with a slight smile,"The media have probably
got a roadblock set up outside my place... maybe I could spend a couple
of hours at your place?"
"Sure," he said with a grin,"As long as you don't mind one more
media type."
It took her a moment to remember that he was, and had been since
High School, a photographer for The Daily Bugle. Somehow she found his
concern refreshing, and she felt herself smiling again, something she'd
thought she'd never do again.
"I don't think The Daily Bugle counts as a tabloid rag, Peter."
"Good," chuckled Peter,"J Jonah Jameson wouldn't want to hear
that kind of talk!"
She chuckled and let him lead her away.
She never even asked herself how he knew when and where the
funeral would be.
She was surprised by his loft, which was a million miles away
from her idea of what his place would be like.
She'd imagined computers and model sets and toys and videos
and all manner of electronic gadgets. What she found was a very
sophisticated looking collection of photographic equipment, a tastefully
decorated apartment with modestly priced - but quality - furniture.
The natural light in the loft was remarkable, bathing everything
in a glow that lent a warm, somehow cosy atmosphere to the
spartan furnishings.
Another platform formed the second floor of the loft,
only accessible by a metallic spiral staircase over on one side of the
room. Instead of posters on his walls he had framed newspaper pages
with photos that he had taken, mainly of highlights of his career, almost
exclusively of Spider-Man.
There were also several awards placed up on the wall, praising
Peter for his skill as a talented Photo-Journalist, besides most of the
awards were framed newspaper pages of awards ceremonies where he had won
or placed highly.
"Peter, this place is.... wonderful," Mary Jane said at last,
after looking all about,"How can you afford it?"
"Abundance and no fear," he replied with a smile,"I get into
dangerous situations and take lots and lots of photos. Jolly Jonah Jameson
may be a lot of things, but he recognizes hard work and talent and he
rewards it."
"I'm glad for you, Peter," she said with a smile,"I always figured
you'd make it, I just thought you'd be a Nobel Laureate or a Computer
Software mogul or something!"
"Me too," he laughed,"I didn't envisage Photo-Journalism as a
possible career option, but I was a pretty messed up kid!"
He lept gracefully up onto the stairwell, turning and smiling
at her,"Do you want some tea? Coffee? It'll only take a minute to make."
"Coffee will be fine," she replied,"Milk, no sugar."
He quickly made his way up the stairs as she wandered around the
loft, looking over some more of the framed pictures.
She was a bit startled when she came across what she must have
known she would, the framed picture of Spider-Man carrying Gwen Stacy's
limp body towards two paramedics, his body bowed and head hanging low.
Peter had won several major awards for this picture, capturing
the fatigue and weariness in Spider-Man's frame, all of his power useless
against the finality of death's grim embrace.
"I hate that photo," he said, startling her into jumping up and
letting out a little yelp.
"I'm sorry," he gasped, setting aside the two coffees and nervously
approaching her,"I didn't mean to shock you."
"It's okay, I'm just startled," she replied, then looked back up
at the photo of her friend,"I hate it too."
"I had it framed because... well, I don't know why I had it framed,
maybe to remind me that no matter who you are, whether Super-Hero or
ordinary joe, rich or poor, black or white, man or woman, every day could
be your last, because in the end nobody escapes death."
"It's okay," she repeated,"You don't have to explain yourself to
me, Peter."
They settled down on the couch and she sipped the coffee he
handed to her. It had a slight bitter after-taste, but she wasn't too
concerned with that right now.
"I tried to separate myself from High School entirely after I
left," Peter continued, filling the uncomfortable silence that had settled
over them,"And for a year at least I succeeded, but I was still living
in the same place with Aunt May and being in the same neighborhood and
going to the same University as most everyone else in our school made it
hard."
"I remember seeing you a couple of years ago," she said with
a smile, not mentioning it had been at Gwen's funeral,"I was really
surprised to see you with Flash Thompson."
"He really got his shit together," Peter laughed,"Got off of the
drink and got into the community thing, really made a name for himself
again."
"Poor Flash," she said, remembering his hurt, pitiful rage at
Felicia's infidelity,"I really misjudged him, you know, I always thought
of him as just a dumb jock."
"Yeah," laughed Peter,"So why did you go out with him for so
long!"
"Because he was a dumb jock with a great body!" laughed Mary
Jane, not even thinking about how inappropriate a thing that was to say,
not only to Peter, but at this time when she was supposed to be mourning
her boyfriend.
Peter laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, something she
also didn't find inappropriate, even though it was.
"Oh man," she chuckled,"When I think of all the crap we went
through in High School, with our little social cliques and groups and
pecking orders, it was all so ridiculous."
"I know," said Peter,"Guys could be hopelessly in love with
girls and never be allowed to even talk to them because they were in
the wrong social grouping."
"Tell me about it," laughed MJ.
"I am," said Peter, and kissed her.
She was too surprised to resist at first, and then his gentle
tenderness seemed to speak to something inside of her. It felt right,
somehow, to be hear kissing Peter Parker, as if this was the way it was
supposed to....
"PETER!" she gasped, pulling away from him,"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU
THINK YOU'RE DOING!?!"
His eyes widened as if in shock, and then suddenly they were
narrowing into cruel slits that sent a chill throughout her entire system.
"Fucking stuck up bitch," Peter whispered angrily, then backhanded
her across the face, sending stars across her vision before she blacked
out.
When her eyes opened she was tied up in a chair in a dimly lit
room. Despite the blackness she had a sense that the room she was in was
huge, stretching out much further than the eye could see. The dim pool
of light she was in stretched out enough to reveal another chair, with
another figure tied to it.
Norman Osborn.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," he whispered, then
rolled back his head and groaned,"Although we might be leaving that land
rather soon."
"Norman? What the hell is going on?" she gasped.
"Peter Parker, that's whats going on," he replied,"Also known
as The Amazing Spider-Man."
"Huh?"
"Yes, unfortunately it's true, Peter Parker IS Spider-Man, I
discovered that only a few hours ago, the culmination of years
of investigations by the worlds top Detective Agencies."
"Peter is.... Spider-Man? But that's not possible!"
Even as she said it she had a memory of Peter clutching angrily
to Ned Leed's throat, lifting him bodily off of the ground with one hand
only. She also remembered his sudden rash of truancy's from school just
about the same time Spider-Man had appeared on the scene.
"So Peter is a Super-Hero?" she asked,"Then why is he doing
this?"
"Parker is hardly a Super-Hero, my dear," growled Norman,"Rather
he is a super-opportunist, a grand manipulator with an almost obsessively
clinically, insane mind."
"What?"
"What he means, darling," laughed a new voice, that of Peter
Parker's,"Is that I am both Super-hero and Super-Villain, although in
reality both are just useful tools at my disposal."
Peter stepped out of the shadows, dressed in his Spider-Man
costume, minus the mask. He grinned down at a shocked Mary Jane and
defiant Norman Osborn, then lifted and pulled over his face a mask.
The mask of The Green Goblin.
"No!" cried MJ as the full impact of this rocked her,"You killed
GWEN!"
"Of course I did," laughed The Goblin-Spider,"That stuck up bitch
lied to me about going to The Prom."
"The... the prom!" cried MJ,"You killed Gwen because she wouldn't
go to The Prom with you!"
"No nono!" snapped The Goblin-Spider angrily,"Not because she
wouldn't go! Because SHE LIED!"
"That's crazy!" gasped Mary Jane.
"He is a psychotic," agreed Norman Osborn,"I turned him down for
a job at my company back when you were in High School due to his history
of mental instability. He's an orphan, after all, and his Aunt molly
coddled him to the extent that he was more of a girl than a man, and unable
to reconcile his lust for women with his own gender identity."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" roared The Goblin-Spider, slapping Norman
roughly across the face, breaking his nose and chipping several teeth
with the ferocity of the blow,"YOU DON'T KNOW ME! YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!"
"I should hope not," grunted Norman with a dark grin,"Your father
figure wears an ankle-length dress and has her hair in a bun."
The Goblin-Spider glared at him furiously, then threw back his
hand, meaning to literally smash Osborn's face in.
At the last second he stopped, visibly calming himself before
turning away.
"What now, Spider?" snapped Norman,"Your little plan has come
together nicely, you've made a nice living out of photographing yourself
fighting yourself, using trick photography in your darkroom to make it
look like Spider-Man and The Green Goblin are too different people, using
your powers to fool witnesses into thinking the same.... but to what
end, what is your purpose!?!"
He pulled the goblin mask off of his face and turned to grin at
Norman.
"You don't even care that Harry is dead, do you," he laughed,"You
can't stand there being someone better at manipulating things behind the
scenes than you."
"You're talented, I'll give you that," replied Osborn,"But for all
my faults I never killed anyone to get my way."
"What are you two talking about!" cried Mary Jane, at a emotional
edge after the shocking, contradictory experiences of the last
few days,"What plan!"
Peter grinned, then walked into the darkness before returning
with a small pile of photos. He tossed them down onto Mary Jane's lap,
and looking down it was clear what they were.
Pictures of her, naked and engaged in sexual acts with, of course,
Harry Osborn. She recognized the photos all right, they had been emblazoned
on her memory over two years ago when she'd first seen them.
"You took those photos for the Daily Tattler!" she gasped,"Why?"
"J Jonah Jameson is a skin-flint," chuckled Peter,"But The Tattler
plays fantastic money for celebrity scandals, especially if it involves
nudity."
He knelt down before her, grinning at what was to him an extremely
erotic sight. Mary Jane Watson, the object of his affections for so long,
all tied up and sweaty, helpless in his power.
"He also wanted to drive you into emotional vulnerability," added
Norman with disgust,"In the hopes that he could step in and make you his
own... it was the only pathetically human flaw in his otherwise clinical
plan."
"Actually my plan is anything but clinical," Peter replied, still
not taking his eyes off of Mary Jane,"You see I want it all, all the
pathetically human wants and needs. I want money, and fame and sex and
respect and power and, more than anything, I want to get the girl of my
dreams!
I achieved power following a twist of fate back in High-School,
which gave me the means to achieve fame as Spider-Man, which of course
got me the money, but I didn't have the respect of anyone outside of
foolish goons like Flash Thompson... I needed to make Spider-Man into
a hero..... and thus I hired a man to ransack my house, telling him it
was deserted, knowing that my Uncle Ben would be....."
"NOOOOOO!!!!" screamed Mary Jane,"NO PETER! I can't believe that
you had your own Uncle killed!"
"Believe it, Mary Jane," snapped Norman,"He cares about nothing
and no one but himself."
"That started me on the road to respect," Peter continued, as
if there had been no interuption,"But something was lacking, I needed a
foil to Spider-Man's heroism, a villain to make the hero more likable. It's
as true in real life as it is in the movies and on t.v, a hero is only a
hero because of a villain. Doctor Octopus and The Chameleon were hardly
going to strike fear into the hearts of the populace, I needed something
demonic and terrifying, a monster as if from the fairy-tales that I could
battle as the heroic Spider-Man."
He lifted the Goblin mask up in one hand, using his hand in it's
mouth to mime speech,"And thus was born The Green Goblin."
His voice was that of The Green Goblin, cracked and mad and scary,
nothing at all like Peter Parker's.
"It was a simple matter to fly over some part of Manhattan in
my Goblin Glider dropping bombs on buildings and people, then double back
before changing into Spider-Man and swinging after him. Then I'd find
some abandoned warehouse, smash it up a bit, throw around some webbing and
pumpkin bombs, then have The Goblin escape in plain view before again
sneaking back and giving chase as Spider-Man. My cameras would be set up
to capture everything and, once edited together, it looked like a real
battle had taken place."
"And Gwen?" asked Norman.
"Gwen refused to accept my advances yet again," snapped
Peter,"Even after I revealed I was Spider-Man to her she wasn't interested
in going out with me.... that stuck up BITCH!"
"So you killed her in a rage and then, in fear, staged an elaborate
battle with The Green Goblin atop The George Washington Bridge and used
her death to catapult your respective career's to higher and higher
plateaus."
"Not in fear, Osborn," laughed Parker,"It was an exhilarating
sense of freedom to kill her and not only get away with it, but to profit
from her death, just as I shall profit from the death of you and Mary
Jane."
"I see," growled Norman, then turned to face MJ,"You see, Mary
Jane, we are nothing but pawns to him, used to further his own needs."
"It didn't have to be that way, MJ," whispered Peter, gazing into
her eyes yet again,"If you had just agreed to be with me, like we were
meant to be, then none of this would have happened, Harry would still be
alive, I would have 'defeated' The Green Goblin and you could have been
the wife of The World's most celebrated Super-Hero."
"Forget it lover, you're too much man for her."
The Black Cat stepped out of the shadows, her mainly black costume
hiding almost all of her bodies in the darkness.
Peter and Felicia kissed, then Peter grinned at Norman and Mary
Jane.
"Take heart, die in the knowledge that you're going to help make
me the most beloved Super-Hero of all time."
For the first time Mary Jane realized that Felicia was holding
a canister of gas in one hand.
"So this is how I die," snapped Norman.
"Yes, Normie," laughed Peter,"The unfortunate victims of The
Green Goblin's last stand. I'll explain the full story to The Bugle
in my photos and eyewitness reports, telling of how The Green Goblin
captured the poor grieving Norman Osborn and Mary Jane Watson and took
them back to his lair, thinking to surpass his rival The Hobgoblin, but
he was tracked to his lair by Spider-Man who fought valiantly with the
aid of The Black Cat to attempt to save their lives. Sadly, The Goblin
in his madness unleashed the full force of his pumpkin bombs, killing
Osborn and Watson and leaving Spider-Man and The Black Cat injured,
weak but sympathetic heroes."
"Ahhh yes, The Hobgoblin," muttered Norman,"Another creation
of yours?"
"Unfortunately not," replied Peter,"The pathetic bastard came
across an old stash of my equipment and modified it for his own needs. I
could have killed him any number of times, but his rash disregard for
human life meant I could give The Green Goblin a rest for a while and
use him as my foil."
"You can't kill us, Peter," moaned Mary Jane,"This isn't you,
you don't do things like this."
"How would you know," snapped Peter angrily,'You don't know me,
you have no idea who I am!"
"That's not true," moaned Mary Jane, exhausted now, feeling her
mind and body threatening to shut down against the overwhelming flood
of new information and emotions being presented to her,"I do know you,
Peter, I do."
"Whatever," snapped Felicia, pouring the gas down around their
tables before disappearing into the shadows again,"Are you coming, lover?"
"In a moment," he called back, then grabbed Mary Jane by the sides
of her head and held her in place as he ran his tongue over her
beautiful features, making her groan in disgust,"I just had to get that
out of the way."
He fondled one large breast through her clothes for a moment,
then turned and left.
Less than thirty seconds later the room was lit up fully as
some pre-arranged circuit lit a spark, lighting the gas which had been
spread all about the room. They were in some kind of hidden level, most
likely beneath the ground, and Mary Jane could see barrels of explosives
and pumpkin bombs set up in each corner.
"This is it, Mary Jane," Norman said simply,"Our lives will be over
in a few minutes, and it's all Peter Parker's fault."
"We have to find a way out," moaned MJ,"There has to be a way out
of here."
"There is none!" snapped Norman as the flames sprang up higher,
the heat all ready oppressive against their skin,"Peter Parker has killed
us both! Say it!"
"What?"
"SAY IT!" he screamed at her,"SAY PETER PARKER HAS KILLED US BOTH!"
"Peter...." she started, and saw his eyes light up with almost
mad exaltation,"Peter Parker has killed us both."
"YESSSSSssssss..ssss...sss....ss.....s!!!" he hissed at her,"It
is all his fault! All of the problems in your life are a result of him,
Mary Jane! Everything has gone wrong because of Peter Parker, SAY IT!"
"Norman, we've got to find a way out...." she started, but he
roared at her, over-riding her.
"SAY IT, MARY JANE! ACCEPT IT! PETER PARKER IS THE REASON YOUR
LIFE IS SO TERRIBLE!"
"Pet.... Peter...."
"YES!" he hissed, fire burning madly in his eyes.
"Peter Parker is the reason my life is so terrible."
"YES!" he hissed,"YOU HATE HIM! YOU HATE PETER PARKER!"
"I ha.... I hate....."
"YES! YES! SAY IT!" roared Norman, and suddenly he was out of
his chair and before her, gripping her shoulders furiously,"SAY YOU HATE
PETER PARKER!"
"Peter Parker...." she moaned, feeling tired and exhausted and
knowing something was wrong but not what.
"YOU HATE HIM!" roared Norman,"HE KILLED GWEN STACY! YOUR BEST
FRIEND SINCE CHILDHOOD!"
"Gwen Stacy?" muttered Mary Jane, feeling herself getting more
and more tired,"Gwen Stacy?"
"Yes! GWEN! Your friend since childhood!" he cried,
almost desperate now as the flames burnt behind him, giving him a demonic
cast,"Peter killed her!"
"Peter killed Gwen," she muttered,"Gwen was my friend since
childhood."
"YESSSSSsss!" hissed Norman.
Suddenly Mary Jane's face shot up and she felt her fuzzy, blurred
head clear.
"Peter didn't meet Gwen Stacy until the first day of College."
"Wh... what!?!" gasped Norman, staggering back several feet into
the flames but showing no ill effect.
"Gwen and I didn't go to the same High School," whispered MJ,"And
she never went out with Harry! She was part of the hipster clique, her,
Harry and Peter..... they were just friends until Harry found Liz and she
and Peter got together.... none of this is real!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Norman,
clutching his head angrily.
"I LOVE PETER PARKER!" cried Mary Jane, a huge grin splitting
her lips as she remembered it all. Her marriage to Peter, living with
his Aunt May, moving out and finding a place, getting a job on a soap,
a brief modeling contract, then studies at Empire State University as
Peter attempted to juggle being Spider-Man and Peter Parker and being a
student all at the same time.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! no!" cried Norman, and suddenly Mary Jane was
stumbling out of her chair, which was no longer plain wood but a bizarre
technological pile, pulling the helmet off of her head as she dropped
to the cool surface of the floor.
Looking up in shock, she found herself facing her enemy and
remembered it all, including the bizarre wave of energy which had knocked
out all power in the city and most of the people, including herself until
she'd woken to find herself captured by a man she thought dead, the man
before her now.
Norman Osborn.
"You stupid stubborn bitch," he growled at her,"It was all going
perfectly, why did you have to ruin it!"
"You're dead!" she gasped,"You've been dead for years!"
"You'll be dead in a minute!" he growled, stomping forward towards
her with an arm raised high to strike her down and.... he was gone.
"What? Where is he?" Mary Jane asked, casting her gaze about.
"Back where he belongs," muttered a bored sounding voice,"The
moment of his death, where I stole him from, feeding his mind with false
memories for the purpose of preparing you."
Mary Jane turned and found herself facing an aristocratic looking
man with sharp, noble features and swept back hair, his eyes dark pools
which sparkled with a chilling glee.
This was all too much for her, her mind - force-fed years worth
of false memories and conflicting values and ideals, plus unfathomable
events and contradictory information - shut down and she collapsed into
his arms.
"Don't worry darling," he chuckled, hefting her up,"I'm about to
take you to a place where you won't have to think. Your husband is there,
along with a whole bunch of his, ahem, workmates, all enjoying each other's
company and more than willing to enjoy yours, would you like that?" (*)
"Not have to think?" she muttered,"Yes, I'd like that."
"Then let's go," he laughed, straightening her up.
"What about Norman?" she asked.
"Don't worry about him," the man laughed again, and MJ found
herself enjoying his laugh, enjoying company. There was something vaguely
erotic about him that spoke to something deep within her,"Right about now
he's getting his just deserts.
(*) See the climax to The Herald Of Armageddon - Dimitri M.
"You'll be dead in a minute!" Norman growled, stomping forward
towards Mary Jane with an arm raised high to strike her down and.... he
was smashed hard by a right hook from Spider-Man.
"And YOU--!" screamed Spider-Man, slamming the dazed Green Goblin
with yet another punch,"YOU--" a left smashed The Goblin in the
face,"TOOK--" a right smashed into his chin,"HER--" another left smashed
his nose, breaking it,"AWAY!"
The Goblin's head slammed against the back of the wall, dazing
him, stopping him from thinking clearly, Spider-Man smashed into him
again and again,"FILTHY--" a crate smashed as The Goblin was knocked back
through it,"WORM-EATING--" a left smashed into The Goblin's back and
drove him against the wall,"SCUM!"
The Goblin slumped to the ground, a pathetic figure who could
barely move, twitching in pain against the broken remnants of the crate,
lying atop another. Spider-Man stared down at his handi-work in horror,
the image finally penetrating his enraged mind.
"Good lord..." he whispered,"What in the name of heaven am I
doing?"
He turned around and clutched his head, dazed and confused, as
behind him The Green Goblin sat up and uselessly wiped his fright mask,
powerless to move the blood that covered the skin below.
"In another moment I might have killed him!" gasped Spider-Man
in shock,"I would have become like him.. a-a MURDERER!"
And as Spider-Man dropped back, disgusted with the violence
that nearly consumed him, he is unaware of the reappearance of old violence
in the deadly form of The Goblins remote-controlled flyer.
"On your feet, Goblin!" growled Spider-Man, not noticing the flyer
hovering into position behind him,"This is one time you're not escaping.
You're for jail, mister!"
"I'm afraid... I cannot.. permit that, my friend," gasped The
Goblin, gasping for breath, fighting past the pain,"I have... an
exceedingly pressing appointment... elsewhere."
"Forget it Goblin," growled Spider-Man, the flyer moving towards
him at top speed,"In case you haven't noticed, you don't have any choice."
"On the contrary, my ambitious foe," gasped The Goblin, desperate
to keep Spider-Man's attention on him for just a moment longer,"My choices
are unlimited, it is you who..."
"My Spider-Sense... it's tingling!" gasped Spider-Man, sensing
some danger approaching,"Something behind me!"
He dodged aside with the frightening speed he'd received when
bitten by that radioactive spider so long ago, the Goblin Glider zooming
past the spot he'd once inhabited and slamming full force into The Green
Goblin's chest, knocking him off his feet and flying him back several
feet, smashing him against the wall and holding him against it.
"YAAAAAAH!" he screamed, the last words and thoughts of Green
Goblin and Norman Osborn both, all memories of his brief trip forward
in time long gone as he met his true fate.
And so do the proud men die, crucified not on a cross of gold, but
on a stake of humble tin.
End Spider-Man : Manipulations.
Compliments, Criticisms and/or Requests to :
dimitri_resides@yahoo.com
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