(Read authors note at the end pls)
My veins run cold one again and I think I must be dreaming because he possibly have said blood
"Blood." I choke out.
"I'm dying, little one. I'm dying and your boyfriend is the only one who has the power to save me." The nauseous smile graces his lips but his pupils have now diluted, stripping away the blue and replacing it with black.
"Can't you just ask him?"
"Oh believe when I say that I've tried. I ask him, nicely, might I add and he refused. How could someone so hell bent on saving everyone," he makes a grand gesture towards the windows. "Decline my one and only wish." He furrows his eyebrows -the skin wrinkled skin around his eyes becoming prominent- as if he's thinking deeply but I know better.
I rack my brain with my conversations with Peter and I can't remember him ever telling me about Harry. This was the secret he was keeping from me and hell do I wish he had told me.
"And what," I swallow hard. "What do I have to do with this?"
I already know.
"I need you for a bit of, let's call it, motivation for him."
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We're in the basement of Oscorp and I'm walking freely. Weird huh? But I wouldn't try to run in this situation, it would be stupid if I did considering the fact that there are men in heavily worn arm stacked along the walls like soldiers, their guns posed in aim.
"Now now, gentlemen, there is no need to take aim. Miss Stacy here wouldn't be so stupid as to run away now. She's very intellectual." He smirks.
The basement of Oscorp is a restricted area only to be entered by the boss. In this case Harry Osborn.
The doors have several locking stages that I couldn't remember even if I tried. The room we're in now is twice the size of a football pitch with walls and floors of plain white. There are four circular platforms spaced out in each corner of the room, upon them are green, see-through cylinders that stretch the height from platform to ceiling. Within the cylinders there are suits of some sort but I can't make out the design or features from the outside. Luckily for me, Harry orders for one of them to be opened and I get a good look.
This one is a body suit covering neck to ankles. I step up towards one and trail my fingers along the material at the arms. It feels like leather with several layers of steel trapped beneath but I have this feeling that I'm wrong. Unease fills my stomach. I turn around and find Harry right up in my personal space, I try to step back but I hit someone solid stopping me from moving further away.
Harry lets out a rich laugh. "You like what you see?" His grin reminds me of a snake. Slippery and dishonest.
I practically choke on air and push myself further into the wall.
Out of the corner of my eye I see something floating in mid air, I squeeze my eyes shut because I must be imagining things but when I reopen them I see Harry upon a... my eyes widen, a hover board? My reaction must be plain on my face because his grin widens.
"A hover board of my own creation." He exclaims, proudly and when I look up into his face my mind flashes back to the past and I am reminded of how he was at seven years old.
"Come alone, Gwen, Peter is waiting on our arrival." He reaches out his hand.
Something is going to happen tonight and the anxiety building up in me cannot be extinguished. My nails pinch the palms of my hands and I clench my hands, because something terrible is going to happen. Someone is going to get hurt.
