•• "You can't be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man without the neighborhood." ••
(#1 in SpidermanxOC)
*New chapter every weekend-ish*
(NOTE):
Liz Allen didn't go to Homecoming with Peter in this story! She went with her friends, he went with his. L...
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•••••• Queens, NY 10:38pm
Nails scratched at the edge of wood, creating gashes and prickling splinters.
Harry's head is laid down on his desk, his darting eyes watching as his rotting nails scratched and made pattern on the desk.
Foreign voices screamed at him multiple things, ɹƎH˥˥IʞɹƎHpNIℲɹƎH˥˥IʞɹƎHpNIℲ
"Leave me. .alone," he muttered to himself and flinched every time they screamed the same sentence again and again. The pain in his head got so bad, he ended up yelling and lurching forward. His pointed nails gripped onto wood and his eardrums felt like they were bleeding.
"LEAVE ME ALONE LEAVE ME ALONE," his other hand went up to his head and he wanted to pull out his hair. Maybe the voices would go away if he hurt himself.
"Harry?!" He heard his father call from the hallway. But the eighteen year old was too much in pain that he couldn't hear him.
"Harold, son, it's me," Norman quickly ran over to him in his black and white business suit. He put a hand on Harry's shoulder to console him.
Big mistake.
Harry lashed out, his strength suddenly coming back to him in a fist full of rage. His eyes glowed green as he let out an animalistic scream. Harry pushed his father away from him so hard, he went crashing into the bookshelf behind him. A couple books fell, but Norman wasn't too badly hurt.
He looked at his decaying son, staring at the ugly green rash on his neck and all over his hands. He saw how scratched up the desk was and the pain Harry was in sitting kneeled on the floor.
"Why. . .didn't you just let me die," he said through gritted teeth, "look what I am now!"
Norman shook his head and knelt down with him, giving him enough space so that he wouldn't lash out again.
"I helped you, son. I told you I would- -"
"- -I'm not your son, I'm a monster!!" Harry suddenly shrieked as he held up his clawed hand to strike down. Norman stood back up right as his hand came down and dodged it with wide eyes.
"Harry- -"
"- -YOU SHOULD'VE LET ME GO! YOU SHOULD'VE LEFT ME AND MADELINE ALONE TO DIE!"
Harry got up as well, showing off his t-shirt that had scratches and holes in it. His skin underneath was bleeding and patched with oozing rashes. His hair was spiked with sweat and his eye pupils shrunk small.
Now both of his hands went up to slash at Norman's face—the only thought he had now was to kill him. But the scientist was quick to a strong tranquilizer injection he's been holding onto in his pocket.
The liquid shot into Harry's neck, and his eyes soon fluttered shut. His body became weak and his legs went limp. Before he could fall to the ground, Norman caught him and fell to the ground on his knees.
