Chapter 137: Harry Osborn
2023-05-02 Author: Yue Shang Xintou
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
About ten minutes later, accompanied by violent coughing. Osborn's body, pinned beneath the rubble, began to move. He shifted, bit by bit, pushing the bricks and stones off himself until he finally managed to get to his feet, clutching his injured body. A large amount of blood flowed from his wounds, covering Osborn's entire body. Extending his only movable arm, he reset his fractured limbs amidst agonized groans. Then, he reached up and removed the Green Goblin's hideous helmet, revealing a face contorted in pain. Gritting his teeth, he unfastened the armor from his body. As the armor fell away, Osborn's pained, constricted breathing became a little smoother. At the same time, with the removal of his armor, the deep, gaping wound in Osborn's abdomen was exposed. Looking down at the wound on his abdomen, the color drained further from Osborn's face.
Perhaps even Colin himself hadn't expected it. An attack combined with [Super Speed] would be so powerful that even with the protection of the armor, the thrown glider still pierced through the Green Goblin's body, leaving Osborn grievously injured.
Such a severe injury had already surpassed the regenerative limits of Osborn's enhanced physique. More importantly, Colin's impact had not only penetrated his abdomen but had also caused severe damage to his internal tissues and organs. If not for the support of the Human Enhancement Formula, it would be questionable whether Osborn could even stand at this moment.
But even standing, Osborn's life was already teetering on the brink. Feeling the Life Force constantly draining from his body, Osborn clutched the wound on his abdomen and murmured his son's name. "Harry."
With a staggering gait, he disappeared into the darkness.
...
Not long after Osborn's departure, a cautious figure appeared before the ruins of the collapsed building. Looking at the ruined street and the collapsed debris scattered everywhere, a shocked expression flashed across the man's eyes.
"This is?"
However, in the next moment. He discovered the armor Osborn had shed among the wreckage of the collapsed building, as well as the Goblin Glider buried under a large pile of rubble. Extending his trembling hands, he picked up the dust-covered helmet from the ruins. Looking at the hideous Demon helmet in his hand, a strange expression flickered in the man's eyes.
...
Rumble— A sudden downpour deluged the entirety of New York. The ceaseless raindrops washed everything away.
"See you tomorrow, Peter!"
Waving goodbye to his best friend, Harry Osborn got into the car and gave a nod to the driver. Watching his friend wave in the car's rearview mirror, the corners of Harry Osborn's mouth turned up slightly. But the moment he thought of the situation at home, that hint of a smile was immediately erased.
"Is there still no news of my father?"
"Mr. Osborn has been in constant contact with Oscorp on the phone, so..."
"Of course I know he's been talking to those people at the company. I'm asking when he's coming back—back home!"
"Sorry, sir."
"You're not the one who needs to apologize."
And so, in Harry's silence, the car arrived at his home.
Taking the umbrella, Harry looked up at the cold house before him, pushed open the front door, and walked inside alone. He closed the black umbrella in his hand and gave it to the butler waiting at the door. The latter shook his head at him, clearly already knowing the question Harry wanted to ask.
"Don't call me for dinner."
With a frown, he instructed the butler. After speaking, Harry turned and walked up the stairs without a backward glance.
"Cough, cough..."
As he crossed the second-floor hallway and was heading toward his room, a faint coughing sound suddenly coming from his father's room made him stop in his tracks.
"Didn't they say he wasn't back?"
Hearing the cough from the room, a trace of doubt flashed through Harry's mind. Both the driver and the butler had clearly said his father hadn't returned, so who could be coughing in that room?
"Dad?"
Filled with questions, Harry went to his father's door and called out tentatively.
"..."
In response to Harry's question, the voice from within the room fell silent for a few seconds before a weak voice replied. "Harry."
"Dad, when did you get back?"
Hearing his father's voice from the room, Harry's expression immediately became more excited. Turning the handle and walking into the room, he didn't forget to add. "Even the butler didn't know you were back. When I asked him downstairs just now, he said you weren't home..."
However, the joyful expression on Harry's face didn't last long. In the next second, he was horrified by the scene in the room.
His father, Norman Osborn, was leaning against the side of the bed, his face deathly pale.
And from his abdomen, a large amount of blood was flowing from a wound, having already stained the carpet crimson.
"Dad... Dad..."
Seeing this, Harry froze on the spot.
"Harry... cough, cough... you're finally... back."
By the bed, Osborn struggled to lift his head. Looking at his son, Harry Osborn, he pulled the corners of his mouth into an incredibly pale, forced smile.
"...If you were... any later, you might never have seen me again... Fortunately... it's not too late..."
Hearing Osborn's intermittent voice, the motionless Harry finally reacted. He walked over to Osborn, extending his trembling hands as if to touch the wound on his body. However, he was stopped by Osborn's outstretched hands.
"A pity. It was all too sudden. I couldn't even wait for the day you get married."
Grabbing Harry's arm, Osborn's tone grew even weaker.
"But thankfully, I've already handled everything at Oscorp. You just need to..."
"Who was it, Dad? Who did all this!"
Harry interrupted Osborn's instructions, his voice trembling as he stared at the wound.
"None of that is important anymore. I..."
Faced with Harry's questioning, Osborn gently shook his head. Clearly, he had no intention of having Harry avenge him. But just as Osborn was about to say more, his pale face suddenly contorted, and his tone became sharp. His fingers tightened around Harry's arm as he struggled to cry out, "Collin Roper! He's the one who did all this! And that guy in the red uniform! It was, it was..."
The re-emerging Green Goblin, like a final burst of energy before death, completely exhausted the last shred of strength in Osborn's body. Feeling his body growing weaker and weaker, Osborn's—or rather, the Green Goblin's—thoughts began to descend into chaos. In the last moment before falling into darkness, it recalled the red figure in its mind and shouted out a name.
"...It was Spider-Man!"
(end of chapter)