Harry Osborn: Rebirth

  “Will he be ok?” a strong man’s voice sounded in some distance.

  “We did our best sir. The damage was not as much as physical, as mental.”  Another voice appeared.

  “Mental, huh? And how do you explain this term?” A strong man spoke again. His voice is very familiar, but I can’t remember where did I hear it before.

  “You see, sir, the Green Goblin is still in his brain. And it’s insanity does not let our patient’s brain work properly. It’s like a disease.”

  “And can you cure this disease?”

  “We are working on this. For now, I’ll have to turn him off.” A click followed doctor’s voice, and I blanked out.

  “Experiment number one! Everyone get in your positions!” A loud lady’s voice echoed through my head.

  I opened my eyes getting blinded almost immediately. Few seconds later, I looked around finding myself in a huge white polygon. I mean completely white. I tried to remember something, but apart from the conversation my head was empty.

  “Beginning in 3…”

Wait what? What’s going on? What experiment?

   “…2…”

  And what is that countdown for?

“…1…”

Stop thinking, no matter what the countdown is for, it’s definitely to no good.

  “Start!”

  A loud clash of metal sounded around. I took a defensive state, looking for exit. There was no exit.  A several robots appeared around. They looked like huge flying octopuses. But they also had something to shoot with. I felt it. A loud buzz through my head made me pay attention. Stop thinking.  Just trust your senses and fight.

  There were 7 robots all together. First launched at me, trying to get me with his tentacles. Not today my friend! I felt power in me that I had to release. I concentrated. C’mon old man, do this!

  Rage filled my eyes. Heat, an immense heat came out, evaporating the enemy in less than a second. I closed my eyes and calmed down. 6 left. This time I didn’t wait for octo’s to come closer. Instead I used my speed advantage. The world slowed down. Sounds faded. Bullets were flying at me, but I walked past them to my enemy.

  Just before blowing a hit I quit my speed just to enjoy the moment of power, when my punch exploded the octo #6. 5 left.

  Can I do more? And what is the limit? I ran faster and faster towards the 3rd octo, gathering power in my hands. Quitting the speed once again,  I took it’s tentacles, span it round, and letting it go into the enemies that were left. The flying octo #3 smashed into the #4, but before they could land, I dove under, catching them, spinning them round and setting them off into the #5. The loud crash would be heard, but I was faster. Faster than sound.

  1 was left. It barely made a move, when I shot him with my eyes. A loud explosion could be heard, but somehow it brought peace to me.

  “ 3.2 second. The new record established.” Told the lady’s voice. 3.2 seconds? I think I can do better.

  “Experiment is finished. Turn him off.” This time it was the same strong man’s voice.

  I didn’t want to be turned off again, however, I couldn’t do anything. I just blanked out.

  Next time I woke up in the long dark room. Or, it was just a long thin bridge with tall walls around it.

  “Look, Harry. 60 years of hard work, and finally my dream came true.”

  The voice was coming from a throne in the end of the corridor. I heard that voice before. It was that strong’s man voice again. However, I knew it outside of these memories.

  “Who are you?” I asked. My voice sounded robotic.

  “Don’t you remember me? Well, that doesn’t matter now. You did your job just great. If you take a closer look at the walls, you might not even ask your second question.” The voice silenced, leaving me. However, I did as it said. I took a closer at the wall.

  And I wish I didn’t. The whole had windows in it. And behind the windows were some relics, that I quickly recognized. Thor’s hammer, Captain’s America’s shield, with a huge crack that lasted from the edge to the middle, Iron Man’s mask with Tony’s atomic reactor, that he used as heart was lying under, Eagle’s bow, Black Widow’s bracelets and… Spider Man’s mask.

  “NO! What happened?! It’s fake!!!” I was screaming on top of my lungs with tears rolling down my cheeks. Spider-Man, Peter… how did it happen?

  The truth came just by itself.

  “No. No, NO, NO, NOOO!!! IT WASN’T ME! PETER IT WASN’T ME!!”

  A man’s voice send a jolt through me:

  “Turn him off.”

  And just when I was blanking out, his words pierced me through…

  “What a disgrace you actually are, Dad.”