The Sinister Six (Harry Osborn FanFiction)

Chapter three -Some Fancy Tricks

Quentin walked through the streets of the incredibly busy city and just kept on reflecting on what just had happened. He thought about what decisions he made that lead to this his present life, the one decision that he wanted to be in the film industry wether than in an office building working day and night for a boss who earned three times his salary for just doing nothing.

He remembered when he was six years old and his uncle gave him his first camera. He started to record everything birds sitting on branches, the rain falling down on their lawn even the most absurd this as the funeral of his mother, who died the day he turned 7 years old. He taped the whole thing from the car ride to the graveyard all the way to the end of the ceremony when everyone was ready to leave.

After arriving home any child would be devastated with sorrow and not come out of the bedroom until 'mommy' came back home. Well, Quentin did lock himself in his room for quite some hours, but not to cry or to show remorse.

He played the  whole funeral over and over again on his camera until he could quote every line said, like it was his own script. After he knew all the lines by heart he started to watch their body language and try to mimic that as well.

When he completely knew how to play every person in at the funeral he used his bed as a small stage and made curtains out of his bed sheets.

He placed the camera across the room and started to film himself as he mimicked the entire funeral. After he was done with filming he jumped behind his little desk filled with pictures and articles about movies.

He crafted together  a small piece of paper with his name and glitter on it and walked back to the camera. He showed the small piece of paper in front of the camera and he stopped recording. He was so incredibly proud after he made his first short movie that he rushed down the living room along with his camera and plugged it into the television.

He rewinded the video he made and watched it for the first time on the big screen, well it was big for him. While he was watching the video his father strolled into the living room. He asked what he was doing and Quentin just said ''watching''. His father looked at the small black and white television and realized he was watching his own son acting a dialogue of the funeral of his wife.

The second he realized it he walked to the television and ripped out the cables which connected the camera and the TV. He turned around with the camera in his hands and smashed it on the ground. He then stomped on it right in front of the eyes of his son. After this incident he and his father hadn't had a real conversation for over 12 years. Whenever they spoke his father just treated him with disdain.

Moreover he taught his son not only to doubt everything he does, but also that whatever he would do in his life it would just end up being on big failure, just as him. Quentin grew up being a shy, insecure and quiet boy. It was in college that he learned that he could hide his insecurity by simply being behind the scene, he just had to fake it until he made it. Which to his despite never happened.

He graduated with a master in SFX, which is just a fancy word for special effects and a pile of experience to make any kind of movie, but did that do the trick? No, it did not. After working on his first movie he had made his first and last mistake ever in the movie making branch. Rule one in the SFX branch is always check your equipment, but being too utterly sure of the fact that his equipment was working accordingly to plan Quentin's equipment was malfunctioning.

During dramatic shot of the main lead running through a deserted and with a smoke like fog covered ally the smoke projector which Quentin installed had a serious meltdown and exploded just when the main lead was about to turn around to see who was chasing her when the smoke projector exploded and caught fire.