[3rd person POV]

  [Fifteen minutes of interrogation...]

  After a very gruesome se with Spiderman cutting off some body parts, every time Goblin answered with lies or no answers at all, Norman's sciousness appeared again. The damage was severe, but thanks to the regeive capabilities of the Goblin, his wounds closed slowly. The pain of Spiderman's venom that he pushed into Goblin's body was too much for even the insane lunatic to endure.

  "Haah..." Norman coughed out bck thick blood.

  'Damn! I khat he kept captives for experiments, but to think there was someone who suffered even worse thahers... Extrag mutant factor, blood, and bone marrow while alive without ahesia. How sadistid crazy is this man?' Frank turned around to leave, "Do what you think is best," he muttered ahe se.

  Spiderman turned his attention to Norman who was lying in a pool of blood and flesh. He was missing his arms, legs, and ears. The rest of the body was covered with fresh scarred injuries that had not fully healed.

  "Ah! Looks like Mr. Osborn is back again. So, I'll ask you this time. What have you doh his body?"

  "No... More... please..." Norman pleaded. "Leave me alone."

  "Oh, no more tears, Mr. Osborn," Spiderman smiled as he cracked two of Norman's right ribs with his bare hand.

  "Gaaaa!!" His screams echoed. "I've dissolved his remaining parts... Cough! Cough!" He coughed up blood as the burniion on his body tormented him again along with the new pain.

  "And what did you do with that liquid?" Spiderman asked Norman about the remnants of the dissolution process.

  "Dispose... along with the rest of the other experiments' waste products," He grunted, "I used the marrow and blood to make the serum, luckily they were able to extract a part of his mutation. but failed to extract the mutation he awakened just a sed before his death."

  'What? I awakened a new mutation before my death?! Wait! My reination... Could it be that it's the effey mutation? Damn it! I o find out more about what I do. But no matter what I tried or how hard I tried, I didn't even figure out my other spidey abilities... Haaa... o train even more...'

  "Well, time's up, Mr. Osborn. Hope that was the st truth."

  "It was... No...! No... don't kill... Please..." Norman begged again with teary eyes. "My son. I've to cure my son. I 't die..."

  "Oh, you are worried about your son? What about Alex and the others whom you killed for your own gain? They were someone's son, daughter, brother, father, mother, uardian! A you just treated their lives like disposable trash," Spiderman jammed his stinger into Norman's stomad pushed in more toxin. "Your son's life is life and theirs isn't? Fuck off!"

  "AHH!! Please..." Norman pleaded o time as he looked Spiderman in the eye, "Have mercy."

  "Mercy...? Hahahahaha!" Spiderman began to ugh loudly like a madman, "Ahh... Norman, that sounds familiar. Have mercy, please let me go, if I survive I'll kill you, how long are you guys going to ioxins in my body? Where's my dad? Did he sell me to you, lunatics? So, yoing to use nuclear waste and radiation ohis time? Tell me, Norman, do those words ring a bell?"

  Norman's eyes widened as memories of that day came rushing into his mind. Alex's agony and final breath fshed in his brain, "No, I was desperate. Please don't... NO! Please let me live... I beg of you. If I live, I'll ge a..." His voice drifted aiderman pulled up his mask a bit to reveal his mouth. He gave Norman a familiar grin and showed him the middle finger. "No... No... YOU! HOW? WAIT! THE SEUTATION!"

  [Ssh!] [Spt!] Spiderman sliced off Norman's head like an ordinary piece of bread with his stingers.

  The severed head rolled on the ground as Spiderman stomped it under his feet crushing it like a watermelon, spttering the fresh blood, brains, and bits of shattered bones everywhere.

  "Oopsie... Didn't mean to sptter his brain everywhere. Oh, well, another scum down..."

  [Beep!] [Beep!] "Huh?!" Spiderman's seingled as a beeping sound came from Norman's body. This tingle was nothing like he ever felt, it was...

  [Booom!] The entire warehouse exploded into fmes...

  [Outside]

  Frank jumped onto the ground uo withstand the shockwave geed by the explosion as the whole warehouse burst open, sending out fming debris everywhere. The searing fmes from the bst rushed past him burning his clothes, but luckily he only sustained a few mild burns.

  He y there on the scorched ground for a few minutes...

  Pinggggg! Frank grabbed his ears and shook his head tain his orientation. "Shit!" He cursed. His ears were ringing. Two stones have peed his right arm and thighs causing small burns and a gash of blood. It hurt, but his eyes were on the burning warehouse where Spiderman was t Green Goblin.

  'That kid... No!' He pushed past his pain and dialed 911. He staggered forward while talking, "Y...Yes. Send... An ambuo... this location... Someorapped... uhe burning warehouse! Also... Fire-fighting unit." After calling 911, he tried to call Spiderman. He hoped that somehow, through some luck, Spiderman trapped uhe burning warehouse may still be alive or he might have escaped before the bst.

  But his phone was unreachable...

  Spiderman was someone he respected and would gdly give his life to protect him. He was the first and only person who uood Frank and his pain. He was the only one Frank shared his past with, his crimes, his sorrows, and the guilt that he felt while carrying a cross he didn't ask for on his back. Spiderman was the only persohought of as a friend. He was just a teenager a...

  'I should have stopped him. If I hadn't left...' Frank staggered on his car's ho to support his ow. He looked at his bloodied hands, "I'm sorry, boy." He mumbled to himself as he watched the fming building. His hand squeezed the wooden cross hanging around his neck. He khat no one could have survived a bst like that...

  He could do nothing else. Spiderman died, ahe sole culprit to have let him walk down the same path he once walked.

  However, at this point, there's nothing he do and he 't let the cops capture him again. So, pushing his wounded body, Frank pulled himself into the driver's seat and started the car. As he was about to drive out, a torn piece of Spiderman's suit nded on the car's front gss.

  "Humff!" He grunted as he got out of the car and took the piece. He pced it on the ground and pced a stone over it. The back to his car and drove past the emergency vehicles driving towards the disaster zone...

  As a drop of sweat formed on his forehead and rolled past his lips, leaving a salty trail behind. Frank gnced over his side mirror looking at the refle of his face for a sed and bit the edge of his lips so hard that blood began flowing. He hit the pedal and drove like a lunatic across the road.

  [Back at the site]

  [Peter's first person POV]

  I slowly opened my eyes feeliremely lightheaded...

  Everything around me was on fire, and the surroundings were extremely hot, burning with extreme heat, simir to the taste of a sunburn. Sunburn? What the fuck am I even talking about? I was too fug careless.

  Hahaha... Damn, it hurts to ugh, let alone breathe. Guess this is it then?

  Fuck it! If you think I'll die like this under some burning shit again, then I'm sorry to burst your bubble. I'll crawl out of this fug shit if I have to like a fug bug. I just drank the serum... My regeion will ki... Just o... Humfff!! My fingers dug into the scorg ground as I pulled myself...

  Slowly, very slowly, I kept crawling...

  Don't know where I'm going, but... "Keep crawling, Parker... You are fug immortal... Yeah, almost immortal..." A deep tired grin spread on my face with each step I take, or in this case... crawls...

  One more step and... I got to crawl again, and again, and again...

  Damn! Crawling sucks. My back burns just as bad as when I was flying in midair like a burning moth... The steny burning flesh...

  My eyes fell on my arms. It itch bck. I 't see the bones, but there was something weird about it. Something scaly! Well, who cares at this point? o get out of here...

  Water! I see a water al. Good.

  I don't know if I use my web at this point, but here it goes. I aimed my right arm at the tree before me. I just o somehow swing down... My arms burned as if it's melting, my shoulder joint popped and twisted and my broken rib grinds against the muscles that it ripped apart. My index firembled as a line of web shot out of my wrist and attached itself to the bark of the tree. "HUMFF!!" Grunting and pulling my entire body, I closed in oree aached myself from the ground...

  I let the web line go as I fell into the al, hitting the surface of the water with a spsh. Thehing turned bck...

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  AnnouAN: Don't fet Norman also took a dosage of serum, maybe more. So, is he dead? Who knows? This vol was to help Peter see his way ant nature and overfident behavior. Do you even remember the st time he trained?