[Osborn Plot] It Begins.
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I walk faster than's strictly necessary, but not fast enough that she can't keep up. Even as we move further and further away from the field, I stay on the lookout, not wanting to risk the chance that I'll miss something -- or someone. People might call this paranoia. I call it being smart. The way I see it, my concerns – and boy, am I concerned -- are entirely called for. 'Cause, well, Norman Osborn isn't exactly your typical psychopath. Just before my three hour tour got extended, I spent months thinking Aunt May was dead because he had a few of my old pals bury her alive in Uncle Ben's grave,* all from the comfort of his prison cell. The prison cell Cat and I had to help him break out of. Long story. And that's not to mention the clones,** Mary Jane's miscarriage,*** Harry's drug addiction,**** Harry's death...*****
Gwen. Not only did he kill the woman I love,****** he apparently killed the mother of his own children.******* I wish I could say that was it. I wish I could say that list of things was finite, but that's only the tip of the iceberg.
And now he's here.
I let go of her hand abruptly – or what I imagine probably looks abruptly, seeing as MJ's not psychic – and I jump up onto the nearest boulder without breaking stride, using the extra height to grab onto a branch. Kicking my legs forward, I use the momentum to swing up and over, finally landing in a crouch. A normal person might be holding onto the tree for dear life. Me? I dig my elbows into my knees and hang my head in my hands.
I don't say anything for about a minute, too busy trying to not hyperventilate. Then: "It happened this morning."
*MKSM #9-12
** ASM #121, ASM #149,
***SM #75
****ASM #96
*****SSM #200
******ASM #121
*******ASM #509 What can we say? Norman's been a busy guy! – Notating Nix.
I walk faster than's strictly necessary, but not fast enough that she can't keep up. Even as we move further and further away from the field, I stay on the lookout, not wanting to risk the chance that I'll miss something -- or someone. People might call this paranoia. I call it being smart. The way I see it, my concerns – and boy, am I concerned -- are entirely called for. 'Cause, well, Norman Osborn isn't exactly your typical psychopath. Just before my three hour tour got extended, I spent months thinking Aunt May was dead because he had a few of my old pals bury her alive in Uncle Ben's grave,* all from the comfort of his prison cell. The prison cell Cat and I had to help him break out of. Long story. And that's not to mention the clones,** Mary Jane's miscarriage,*** Harry's drug addiction,**** Harry's death...*****
Gwen. Not only did he kill the woman I love,****** he apparently killed the mother of his own children.******* I wish I could say that was it. I wish I could say that list of things was finite, but that's only the tip of the iceberg.
And now he's here.
I let go of her hand abruptly – or what I imagine probably looks abruptly, seeing as MJ's not psychic – and I jump up onto the nearest boulder without breaking stride, using the extra height to grab onto a branch. Kicking my legs forward, I use the momentum to swing up and over, finally landing in a crouch. A normal person might be holding onto the tree for dear life. Me? I dig my elbows into my knees and hang my head in my hands.
I don't say anything for about a minute, too busy trying to not hyperventilate. Then: "It happened this morning."
*MKSM #9-12
** ASM #121, ASM #149,
***SM #75
****ASM #96
*****SSM #200
******ASM #121
*******ASM #509 What can we say? Norman's been a busy guy! – Notating Nix.
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Date: 2009-09-26 03:10 pm (UTC)As soon as he spoke again, though, all of that was nearly forgotten. She had a feeling she knew what was coming, but that didn't mean she liked it. Expression going blank, she nodded a little, just to show she understood. Her voice just barely loud enough to be audible, she said, "You."
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Date: 2009-09-26 07:12 pm (UTC)This is supposed to be the part of our conversation when I give the it's not you, it's me speech, but I'm the one thing my experience hasn't been clear on. I've pushed her away, kept her close by, made her stay with my relatives... But when it's come right down to it, it's never seemed to matter what I do. Everyone I know has a target painted on their backs for the sole reason that I exist -- that doesn't change based on our physical proximity.
"If I'm with you, there's all the chance in the world that you'll get caught in the crossfire." The anger's still there, but it fades from my voice, at least. I physically can't bring myself to relax anywhere else. "But if I'm not with you, there's all the chance in the world you'll get caught by him when I'm too far away to do anything about it."
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Date: 2009-09-26 07:46 pm (UTC)It wasn't an actual answer to his question, but she didn't want to say anything that might affect his decision. There were bigger things at stake here.
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Date: 2009-09-26 08:22 pm (UTC)And I'm starting to have the sneaking suspicion that she suggested that from personal experience.
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Date: 2009-09-26 08:42 pm (UTC)"I'm hoping you weren't doing that before anyway."
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Date: 2009-09-27 01:09 am (UTC)"I think I'm going to... head home," she said weakly, not bothering to try to hide the unsteadiness of her voice. "Maybe get some things together, stay the night at a friend's. Not really sure I want to be where I could be found right now."
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Date: 2009-09-27 02:18 am (UTC)"I love you, too," she murmured, the words half-muffled, and she breathed in deep, relishing the embrace as if it were going to be the last one. "We'll... we'll get through this. Somehow."
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Date: 2009-09-27 02:49 am (UTC)