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away to prison. Emma had always been the strong one and had resented the hell out of him for that.
    I gotta be strong
, he thought grimly.
For Emma. For Penny. Hell, for myself. I've got to get the job done, because nobody else can and nobody else cares. God… the things fathers do for their kids
.
    With that resolve thundering in his thoughts, Flint Marko slid down the fire escape ladder and vanished into the night.
    The small room was alive with the sound of hissing gas. An assortment of Green Goblin masks "looked on" from the wall, watching in mute approval. Their attention, such as it was, was focused on the clear, enclosed chamber at the far end of the room.
    Like a poisonous emerald snake, the green gas continued to fill up the chamber. The swirling gas obscured the naked figure within, which was writhing and twisting in torment.
    For you, Dad. It's for you… I'm doing it for you… I
    never wanted this
. . .
hurts so much… but it's for you, for you, just please, be proud of me, be proud
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    Then the agony became too much for Harry Osborn. He thought he was going to die, and right at that moment he would have welcomed death's release.
    Just as he reached his breaking point, the gas began to dissipate. It didn't register upon Harry at first that it was over… that he had survived. In fact, when the pressure doors whooshed open, it still took him a few minutes to process exactly what had happened.
    Even then he didn't immediately step forward. Even though he was alone in his father's lair, Harry felt incredibly suspicious, as if the entire world were lying in wait just outside and preparing to pounce upon him. Then the suspicion started to clear away, to be replaced by a smug, arrogant defiance.
Let them be waiting. Let them all be waiting
. He would be able to dispose of them with absolutely no problem. Nothing could conceivably pose a serious threat to him. Nothing…
    … except the traitorous bastard who had killed his father.
    Harry Osborn was going to make sure that that didn't remain a consideration for much longer.
    Deep, deep within his brain, in the small piece of gray matter that was watching the proceedings like a hog-tied passenger shoved into the back of an out-of-control bus, Harry shied away in horror over what he had become, and the forces that had compelled him down the same destructive road that his predecessor had trod.
    The things kids do for their fathers
, he thought grimly, and then, for no reason, that suddenly struck him as funny.
    He started to laugh, a maniacal cackle that continued loud and long and out of control.
    And soon Harry Osborn was out of control as well.

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Chapter Three

     
    THE BEST-LAID PLANS…

    Peter knew it was an insane time to visit his aunt May. But he also knew what he wanted to do regarding Mary Jane, and he was convinced that if he didn't discuss it with someone, then his resolve might wither and fade with the coming of the morning sun. If, on the other hand, he discussed it with Aunt May, then he would have voiced the decision that was rattling around his brain. Speaking would give it life that might well outlast the dawn. Besides, how could he be thinking about committing himself fully to Mary Jane if he couldn't even commit himself fully to the idea to begin with?
    So it was that he rolled up to May Parker's apartment on his motor scooter at an ungodly hour, when the entire Queens neighborhood was sound asleep. Cautious as ever, certain he was unobserved, he picked up the scooter as if it weighed nothing and carried it through the front entrance of the apartment building. There he rested it against a wall while he found Aunt May's doorbell on the residents' list.
    He hated that she'd had to move out of the old house in Forest Hills. Bad enough that, thanks to him, his uncle Ben had been murdered by a two-bit thief that he, Peter, could have stopped well before the fatal incident. Because of that, May had wound up in dire financial straits, forced to sell