Post by JD Mathis on Jan 24, 2018 9:51:23 GMT -5
Several months ago.
An undisclosed government black site.
For months all he has seen is the same four cell walls kept some what illuminated by a dim set of lights. The only contact with the outside world is the few minutes he has contact with the guards when they bring him his daily meals. Other than that he has had no way of knowing what has happened in the countless months he has been locked up.
The words from the judge at his tribunal hearing still echoed in his mind. 'You are here by found guilty of treason against the United States Marine Corps. Because of the information you have knowledge of you will be sentenced to a maximum security detention center black site where you will remain for the remainder of your life.' The pounding of the judges gavel was the exclamation point on the end of his life.
For months he sat in his private prison cell doing what ever it takes to stay sane as the walls continued to feel like they were closing in on him.
He pondered just what he would do if he had the chance to be set free from his confinement.
Would he move around the world and live his life as a free man?
Or would he find the ones responsible for ruining his life and make them pay for everything that has been done to him?
Each question rolled through his mind every hour of everyday he was locked up and had to stare at the four grey walls.
When the guard brought his breakfast tray that morning, he marked another notch on the wall with the screw he took from his metal bed as a sign of another day passed. Two hundred and twenty days have passed.
The young man looked at the newest notch and even he began to wonder if driving the screw into his wrist and just ending it all would be a better alternative than waiting to make the two hundred and twenty first notch on the wall. He was taught a lot in basic training and his time spent on active duty with the Marines serving multiple different tours of duty, he never thought this would be his breaking point.
Just as he was about to press the dull tip of the screw into his wrist a loud bang could be heard coming from the outside of his cell door. After a moment the door began to open slowly. The light from the outside hall was brighter than the light in his cell and as it shined through he had to shield his eyes.
His eyes slowly began to regain their focus, but he still could only see a silhouette of the figure that stood in the doorway. With a snap of his fingers a guard placed a chair in the room near the young man.
"You can leave now," he said taking a seat. "And close the door on your way out."
The two guards looked at one another for a moment not sure if the order was a smart idea.
The man never turned to look at the guards and just kept staring at the man before him. "I am not used to repeating myself."
"Yes sir, Mr. Osborn," one of the guards said as he pushed the other guard out the door and closed it.
"Do I know you?" the young man asked.
"My name is Norman Osborn, but honestly that's not important at the moment," he said as he sat upright in his chair. "What is important is that I know who you are, and more importantly I know what you most desire."
Rubbing his eyes once again his vision had finally began to come back into focus. "Oh yeah and just what do you know?"
Norman was silent for a moment and simply stared at the man before him. When he was ready he leaned forward placed his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together. "You Lee Price are a solider looking for a mission," Norman began. "And what you desire is retribution against those who have wronged you. I am here because I have a deal to make you."
"A deal with the devil," the man said lowering his head and starring at the floor. "This place has already taken my soul so what could you want in payment of this deal?"
"Simple," Norman responded placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "I want the one thing a soldier is taught to do," Norman said as he looked Lee Price in the eyes. "Obey."
"And what do I get in this deal?" asked Lee.
Norman leaned back straight in his chair. Reaching into his inner jacket pocket he removed a piece of paper. "For starters you'll receive this list of names and locations of the people who set you up for treason," Norman stated handing Lee the paper. "Second I'm going to give you the power to deal with those individuals."
Lee looked over the list and some of the names on there he couldn't believe had set him up. For the first time in a long time he could feel the familiar fire inside his chest that he got whenever he was about to sign up for a mission.
With a glare in his eye and smile on his face he stood up from his bed and extended his hand to Norman. "Keep your end of the bargain and I'll be your loyal little soldier. So when do we start?"
Norman stood up from his seat, straightened his suit jacket, and turned to the door. "We've already started my boy," he said knocking on the door.
The door opened and Norman walked out followed by Lee Price. Once past the door, Price was shocked to see many dead guards down the blood splattered hallways. Lee was a bit shocked that the guards weren't the thing that kept his attention at the moment, it was the armored man in the scorpion modeled outfit that he kept his attention on.
"I take it everything is dealt with?" Norman asked.
"Yes sir," Mac Gargon aka the Scorpion replied as he stood to the side and let Norman walk past him before following a few steps behind him. "Anyone who is not with us has been dealt with. Hobgoblin and Vulture relayed your offer to the prisoners and after a bit of negotiations they've decided to sign up. All video and audio surveillance has been erased and electronics have been destroyed by Electro."
"How many?" Asked Norman as he was soon joined by a rather beautiful woman with raven hair that had a purple streak in it.
"Out of the thirty men and women kept here, we had twenty five sign up after Hobgoblin killed the other other five," the woman replied as she scrolled through her data pad.
"Thank you Miss Hand," said Norman. "Send word to the others it's time we moved on to the next phase of the operation."
Scorpion pressed the comm button on his mask. "The boss says it's time to bug out, get on the transport or get left behind."
About twenty minutes later Lee Price joined the others that worked for Norman on a large water craft. "I was kept on a freaking island prison all this time," Lee said angerly.
Norman noticed the seething anger that was radiating off of Lee and couldn't help but smile. It was that very thing that would drive him to obey his orders when the time was right.
"You'll have your revenge soon Mister Price," he said as he turned his attention to Victoria Hand. "Get us back to the states Miss Hand."
"Right away Mr Osborn. Morris," she called out towards the water. "Get us out of here."
The water around the craft began to swirl and soon the familiar form of Morris Bench also known as the watery villain Hydro-Man sprang up from the ocean. "Hold onto your hats boys and girls, I'll try and make it a smooth ride," he said as he used his powers to control the waters and propel the water craft across the ocean surface.
'It's all coming along together' Norman thought to himself.
"So what now?" Lee asked curious as to what his new benefactor had planned for him.
"Now my boy we get you ready for the start of your new life," Norman replied. He turned to look at Lee before asking him, "Have you ever heard of a symbiote?"
An undisclosed government black site.
For months all he has seen is the same four cell walls kept some what illuminated by a dim set of lights. The only contact with the outside world is the few minutes he has contact with the guards when they bring him his daily meals. Other than that he has had no way of knowing what has happened in the countless months he has been locked up.
The words from the judge at his tribunal hearing still echoed in his mind. 'You are here by found guilty of treason against the United States Marine Corps. Because of the information you have knowledge of you will be sentenced to a maximum security detention center black site where you will remain for the remainder of your life.' The pounding of the judges gavel was the exclamation point on the end of his life.
For months he sat in his private prison cell doing what ever it takes to stay sane as the walls continued to feel like they were closing in on him.
He pondered just what he would do if he had the chance to be set free from his confinement.
Would he move around the world and live his life as a free man?
Or would he find the ones responsible for ruining his life and make them pay for everything that has been done to him?
Each question rolled through his mind every hour of everyday he was locked up and had to stare at the four grey walls.
When the guard brought his breakfast tray that morning, he marked another notch on the wall with the screw he took from his metal bed as a sign of another day passed. Two hundred and twenty days have passed.
The young man looked at the newest notch and even he began to wonder if driving the screw into his wrist and just ending it all would be a better alternative than waiting to make the two hundred and twenty first notch on the wall. He was taught a lot in basic training and his time spent on active duty with the Marines serving multiple different tours of duty, he never thought this would be his breaking point.
Just as he was about to press the dull tip of the screw into his wrist a loud bang could be heard coming from the outside of his cell door. After a moment the door began to open slowly. The light from the outside hall was brighter than the light in his cell and as it shined through he had to shield his eyes.
His eyes slowly began to regain their focus, but he still could only see a silhouette of the figure that stood in the doorway. With a snap of his fingers a guard placed a chair in the room near the young man.
"You can leave now," he said taking a seat. "And close the door on your way out."
The two guards looked at one another for a moment not sure if the order was a smart idea.
The man never turned to look at the guards and just kept staring at the man before him. "I am not used to repeating myself."
"Yes sir, Mr. Osborn," one of the guards said as he pushed the other guard out the door and closed it.
"Do I know you?" the young man asked.
"My name is Norman Osborn, but honestly that's not important at the moment," he said as he sat upright in his chair. "What is important is that I know who you are, and more importantly I know what you most desire."
Rubbing his eyes once again his vision had finally began to come back into focus. "Oh yeah and just what do you know?"
Norman was silent for a moment and simply stared at the man before him. When he was ready he leaned forward placed his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together. "You Lee Price are a solider looking for a mission," Norman began. "And what you desire is retribution against those who have wronged you. I am here because I have a deal to make you."
"A deal with the devil," the man said lowering his head and starring at the floor. "This place has already taken my soul so what could you want in payment of this deal?"
"Simple," Norman responded placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "I want the one thing a soldier is taught to do," Norman said as he looked Lee Price in the eyes. "Obey."
"And what do I get in this deal?" asked Lee.
Norman leaned back straight in his chair. Reaching into his inner jacket pocket he removed a piece of paper. "For starters you'll receive this list of names and locations of the people who set you up for treason," Norman stated handing Lee the paper. "Second I'm going to give you the power to deal with those individuals."
Lee looked over the list and some of the names on there he couldn't believe had set him up. For the first time in a long time he could feel the familiar fire inside his chest that he got whenever he was about to sign up for a mission.
With a glare in his eye and smile on his face he stood up from his bed and extended his hand to Norman. "Keep your end of the bargain and I'll be your loyal little soldier. So when do we start?"
Norman stood up from his seat, straightened his suit jacket, and turned to the door. "We've already started my boy," he said knocking on the door.
The door opened and Norman walked out followed by Lee Price. Once past the door, Price was shocked to see many dead guards down the blood splattered hallways. Lee was a bit shocked that the guards weren't the thing that kept his attention at the moment, it was the armored man in the scorpion modeled outfit that he kept his attention on.
"I take it everything is dealt with?" Norman asked.
"Yes sir," Mac Gargon aka the Scorpion replied as he stood to the side and let Norman walk past him before following a few steps behind him. "Anyone who is not with us has been dealt with. Hobgoblin and Vulture relayed your offer to the prisoners and after a bit of negotiations they've decided to sign up. All video and audio surveillance has been erased and electronics have been destroyed by Electro."
"How many?" Asked Norman as he was soon joined by a rather beautiful woman with raven hair that had a purple streak in it.
"Out of the thirty men and women kept here, we had twenty five sign up after Hobgoblin killed the other other five," the woman replied as she scrolled through her data pad.
"Thank you Miss Hand," said Norman. "Send word to the others it's time we moved on to the next phase of the operation."
Scorpion pressed the comm button on his mask. "The boss says it's time to bug out, get on the transport or get left behind."
About twenty minutes later Lee Price joined the others that worked for Norman on a large water craft. "I was kept on a freaking island prison all this time," Lee said angerly.
Norman noticed the seething anger that was radiating off of Lee and couldn't help but smile. It was that very thing that would drive him to obey his orders when the time was right.
"You'll have your revenge soon Mister Price," he said as he turned his attention to Victoria Hand. "Get us back to the states Miss Hand."
"Right away Mr Osborn. Morris," she called out towards the water. "Get us out of here."
The water around the craft began to swirl and soon the familiar form of Morris Bench also known as the watery villain Hydro-Man sprang up from the ocean. "Hold onto your hats boys and girls, I'll try and make it a smooth ride," he said as he used his powers to control the waters and propel the water craft across the ocean surface.
'It's all coming along together' Norman thought to himself.
"So what now?" Lee asked curious as to what his new benefactor had planned for him.
"Now my boy we get you ready for the start of your new life," Norman replied. He turned to look at Lee before asking him, "Have you ever heard of a symbiote?"