Fractured Mind

Chapter 3

Darkness.

We were trapped in here. I hopelessly stumbled around trying to find an escape, while the goblin tried clawing its' way out. The elongated claws scraped across the inside of my head causing me to cry out in pain. I would deal with that pain because, in the end, it would be better. My vision started to melt into a deep red color. A small smile spread across my face. When the goblin took control I felt so much stronger. Pain wouldn't bother me then. It didn't exist. While I was vulnerable in the pitch black, I could make sense of what mattered in the red.

Peter Parker.

A feeling of pure hatred and loathing vibrated through my body. I wanted to cause him so much pain. How could my best friend do this to me? Betray me so greatly? He was never your friend, the goblin whispered to me. I knew that now. I had been tricked. He didn't want to talk to me again after 8 years just to see how I was doing, he wanted access to OsCorp! He didn't care if I suffered... if I died.

After what felt like hours of having my mind ripped to shreds, the pain suddenly stopped. I gasped as the blackness quickly filled in all of the red. No! I stretched out my arms but there was no use. I was trapped in my own head. Nothing but darkness. I needed to get out. I needed my revenge.

The sound of a door slamming instantly woke me up. I shot out of bed and looked around to see that I was indeed still in my personal hell: Ravencroft Institute. My eyes darted around the room to see the four damp, grimy walls of my room. The room I had been confined to for the past two months.

Hopefully not for much longer.

I walked over to the dented mirror on the wall peering into it. I already knew I was going to see blue. Not a speck of green was peering back at me. So human. So weak. I angrily shook my head and sat back down on the bed, awaiting my breakfast.

I was surprised at first to see him open the door to my cell. Usually he visited every Saturday to give me an update on the important things: Oscorp, The Bugle, Peter. A week surely hadn't passed already, had it? I counted back in my head. No. It had to be only Tuesday.

"Shut the door," Mr. Fiers commanded the guards.

They obliged and locked him inside with me. He turned his head to look at me and I could see relief in his face as he focused on my eyes. He hated being locked in with the goblin.

"Mr. Fiers I-" but I was cut off.

"Hold on!" he held his hand up to stop me. He tilted his head as if listening to the guards. This struck me as odd. We'd always talked freely before. I stared at the floor for several minutes as he stood there.

"Okay Mr. Osborn, I've got some good news but I can only be here about 10 minutes. I'm going to be very busy tonight," his words tumbled out.

"Good news?" Harry chuckled. "The only good news I want to hear about right now is that I'll be out of this prison tonight!"

Mr. Fiers stepped back as he glimpsed a flash of green in Harry's eyes. Just as quickly, though, he adjusted himself back into a dignified position and offered Harry a smile but said nothing.

"Wait- You mean- Tonight!?" Harry jumped off his bed.

"More-or-less tomorrow, Mr. Osborn. You see, that project we have been speaking of is complete. As a matter of fact, all projects are complete," he said with a sinister smile.

"All of them?" Harry asked disbelievingly as he sat back down on his bed with an awed expression on his face.

"Yes. Now, as you know, the remaining board members at Oscorp that are," he chuckled, "...still alive, think that you have simply taken a vacation. A way to grieve over your father's death. In the end it was a good thing the Ravencroft personal covered up any details about your involvement with what happened that night."