Post by JD Mathis on Jan 18, 2018 23:29:59 GMT -5
The location was an abandoned factory in the middle of nowhere hidden away in some small country halfway across the world far from the prying eyes and ears of any sort of so-called 'hero' running around New York City.
'Masks, capes, tights,' a figure thought to himself as he walked through the abandoned building. He came what looked like an old rusted metal wall and placed his hand on it activating a hand scanner panel. As he headed into the small elevator he continued to think on the subject that has been bothering him for some time now. 'To much time has been wasted playing a part in that fantasy world. It's a new day...' he continued to think to himself before speaking out loud. "...and it is time to get down to business."
Stepping into a large underground chamber he was greeted with the warm glow of several display screens. On each screen could be seen different figures of various shapes and sizes hidden by shadows. Each one was a member of the inner council and today they have been summoned but not by the one who they thought was in charge.
"Who are you supposed to be?" one of the screens asked the man who was staying concealed in the shadows.
"Where is....." another was about to ask before he was cut off by the man.
"Aleksander Lukin?" the man in the shadows asked finishing the other man's sentence mid-question. He paced slowly back and forth gently sliding the tips of his fingers over the desk that the former owner sat at during these what he could only imagine boring meetings. "I believe you each received a package via private carrier today."
Each person on the screens in front of him went somewhat silent besides the random whispers and show of disgust as they remembered the packages. With a snap of his fingers, the figure summoned one of his security guards, who stepped forward holding a box with a towel draped over it in order to obscure what was underneath.
"Bottom line is," he began to say as he took the towel in between his fingers and pulled it off quickly to reveal the severed head of Aleksander Lukin. "this is a hostile takeover. I am in charge now and there are going to be some changes within the organization. You have two options, fall in line, or," the figure leaned forward revealing himself to the others in the room. Norman Osborn stood clearly for everyone to see the stone cold look on his face before continuing. "you can end up like Aleksander here," he said tapping the square box.
As the various figures on the screens whispered to themselves at the revelation that the man who stood before him was actually Norman Osborn the mask lunatic known as the Green Goblin now in control of one of the most powerful shadow organizations. Norman could not help but smile because he knew what they were thinking and soon they would discover the truth.
No more masks.
No more costumes.
No more insanity.
No more Green Goblin.
From this day forward it was only Norman Osborn and soon the whole world would learn just how dangerous he truly can be with a clear mind and a goal set before him.
'Masks, capes, tights,' a figure thought to himself as he walked through the abandoned building. He came what looked like an old rusted metal wall and placed his hand on it activating a hand scanner panel. As he headed into the small elevator he continued to think on the subject that has been bothering him for some time now. 'To much time has been wasted playing a part in that fantasy world. It's a new day...' he continued to think to himself before speaking out loud. "...and it is time to get down to business."
Stepping into a large underground chamber he was greeted with the warm glow of several display screens. On each screen could be seen different figures of various shapes and sizes hidden by shadows. Each one was a member of the inner council and today they have been summoned but not by the one who they thought was in charge.
"Who are you supposed to be?" one of the screens asked the man who was staying concealed in the shadows.
"Where is....." another was about to ask before he was cut off by the man.
"Aleksander Lukin?" the man in the shadows asked finishing the other man's sentence mid-question. He paced slowly back and forth gently sliding the tips of his fingers over the desk that the former owner sat at during these what he could only imagine boring meetings. "I believe you each received a package via private carrier today."
Each person on the screens in front of him went somewhat silent besides the random whispers and show of disgust as they remembered the packages. With a snap of his fingers, the figure summoned one of his security guards, who stepped forward holding a box with a towel draped over it in order to obscure what was underneath.
"Bottom line is," he began to say as he took the towel in between his fingers and pulled it off quickly to reveal the severed head of Aleksander Lukin. "this is a hostile takeover. I am in charge now and there are going to be some changes within the organization. You have two options, fall in line, or," the figure leaned forward revealing himself to the others in the room. Norman Osborn stood clearly for everyone to see the stone cold look on his face before continuing. "you can end up like Aleksander here," he said tapping the square box.
As the various figures on the screens whispered to themselves at the revelation that the man who stood before him was actually Norman Osborn the mask lunatic known as the Green Goblin now in control of one of the most powerful shadow organizations. Norman could not help but smile because he knew what they were thinking and soon they would discover the truth.
No more masks.
No more costumes.
No more insanity.
No more Green Goblin.
From this day forward it was only Norman Osborn and soon the whole world would learn just how dangerous he truly can be with a clear mind and a goal set before him.