The Sinister Six (Harry Osborn FanFiction)

Chapter one - Madness

The sound of footsteps echoed through the corridors of The Ravencroft Institute for the Criminally Insane. The dark hallway was moisty, cold and seemed never ending. ''Pass?'' One of Ravencoft's gatekeepers asked.

"Please proceed, Mr.Kingsley'' The gatekeeper said. Roderick Kingsley, the only person who was legitimate to enter the heart of Ravencroft. Only he was permitted to, because he paid of the one who person who ran every operation someone, who controlled everything. Her name was Dr.Kafka.

Kingsley walked through the metal gate and into the hallway where the most twisted, most disturbed and most dangerous crooks were locked up away from the world. The other inmates who were among the norm of ordinary confinement were kept in the other wings of the institute, mental cases, serial killers, terrorists they were all kept in there, whimpering away until the day they died. Ravencroft made Alcatraz look like a day care.

In the hallway where Kingsley walked with a leer smile pressed on his face were six doors, all locked and secured by four guards. The doors and the cells behind them were specially designed by the best engineers in the world, with one purpose only. To make sure something gets locked away forever. They insured this by making locks on the doors from the strongest metal on earth, Vibranium.

Behind one of those doors was the chamber of one of Ravencroft's latest acquisitions, the person known as Harry Osborn or as he now remembers The Green Goblin. The man who singly handed destroyed most of the Oscorp tower and was responsible for the death of the eighteen-year-old Gwendolyne Stacy. Not to mention the damages of his rampage brawl with Spider-Man across Manhattan.

He was the only one in the hallway of the maximum security wing, since none of the crooks in the Ravencroft Institute had destroyed a building made out of glass and by that killing a dozen of pedestrians on the streets during the downfall of Oscorp. He also was the first one who was sent to Ravencroft without a trial.

Ever since that night has Harry spent in his day locked away from mankind, completely left behind by society. His daily routine was nothing more than either sitting or leaning against the wall, just thinking and planning.

All the 'patients' in Ravencroft had been assigned to a psychotichist, someone on who they could 'rely' on. Mainly someone who wanted to who would come into their cell and talk about what was troubeling them, mostly with the most disturbed souls were appointed to Dr. Ashley Kafka.

Kingsley walked passed the hallway to the second titanium door which was marked as 'Cell '96-B', he looked statical at the guard who unlocked the heavily armed door immediately. The guard held the door open and Kingsley entered the room.

The room was dark, moisty, cold absolutely anything but comfortable. In the right corner was a metal bed with an old matras and in the right corner emptiness, the cells weren't supposed to be comfortable or cozy, they were designed to held the prisoners until they would eventually rot away.

The door squeaked as Kingsley's footsteps echoed through the small chamber. On the wall in the middle of the room was a blurry mirror with a faucet underneath it. In front of the mirror was a man with his head down sitting on a iron stool.

He wore an orange straight jacket with the Ravencroft logo printed right onto his chest. He was known by the name Harry Osborn, Ravencroft's first patients who could be truly describable as eleven kinds of crazy.

Harry slowly looked up and saw the reflection of Kingsley in the mirror once again in his trusty white suit. "You're late" Harry said with a chill giving voice. Kingsley looked with a straight face at the guard who wad holding the door. The guard nodded, left the room and shut the door. "We didn't discuss a time whatsoever and how exactly do you know what time it is?" Kingsley snarled while walking over to Harry.