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Photo here. Smile  Press meeting there. Smile. Business trip with his father. Conceal any bruise. Smile. Drown a liter of coffee, act like your not almost falling asleep in class. Smile.
Study until the early morning hours. Don't give your father another reason to see you as a disappointment. Straight A's and nothing else. Smile. Hide the fact that your mind is messed up. Smile.

Pretend that school is easy, that your smart like your father, that your want to take over the company one day, but most of all pretend that your happy....God he was tired of pretending.

He never broke any rules form his father. He did what people expected from him. Teachers, his father, the media. He tried to be good.
He never asked for anything that wasn't already his. He wasn't like other kids that asked for new toys or trips to  theme parks.
He knew that he didn't have the RIGHT to ask for any of this.

His father beat it into him that he was a bad boy. That he was a failure, a disappointment, a disgrace for the Osborn name.  That it was his fault and his fault alone, that his mom died.

The only person that made him feel different, made him feel like a person and not a mindless zombie who didn't have a choice used to be Peter...sweet Peter Parker.

Peter was the only 'thing' that he was allowed to call his own, because he CHOSE to stay with Harry. He CHOSE to be his friend. He didn't need anyone besides Peter.

So he waited. Waited patiently for the time he could return to New York again for good.
Years and years of boarding school an ocean away... And finally the day came where his father called him back home, for the first time in a long while his smile was real again.

Father didn't want him back, he need him back, to take over Oscorp...to verbally slap him in the face by telling him that he was dying.

And then Peter showed up.
It was awkward, but and the same time it felt so right.
Until the moment the name of Gwen entered there conversation. It's complicated Peter said. Fuck complicated.

He waited and waited so many years, just to get back to complicated with Gwen fucking Stacy.

It hurt, not only in his chest. The pain burned in his veins, the name going on repeat in is head. She works for you.

He never told Peter why his father send him away. That his father had seen there innocent kiss when they where 11, that he heart they soft exchanges of 'i love you ', that his father didn't want a fag as a son. That Norman Osborn believed that it was Peter Parkers fault.

His mind was running is circles. Peter didn't want him anymore. He probably never did.
Norman had send him away, just because of Peter.
Nobody wanted him. In the end he was always the toy, forgotten until someone needed him for something.

The media just saw his perfect live he had. A rich father, a good education, good looks, smart, but they never saw anything else.
Like a perfect picture with a broken frame.

Peter
Norman
Gwen

They where all to blame.

He always helped the new kids at his school find friends, tried easier they homesickness.
He wasn't mean. He never bullied anyone. He tried to make sure that the younger kids stayed away from all the drug dealers he knew.

Because no one did that for him. No one made sure that he felt at home, that he had friends and hell no one told him to stay away from the shady kids that acted like they wanted to befriend you, just to make you addicted to cocaine.

He thought when he come home he would have it all.
A whole fucking company, all the money in the world and most of all Peter.

Together they would be the King's.
He couldn't have that, but there was nothing else he wanted and for the first time he would get what he wants.
Because if he can't have that, then why did he suffer thought all this year's.

He was a bad boy, his father always said that anyway.
He would replace the angels with devil's.
Devils that would call him there king

He was done with being nice.
He wouldn't anyone hurt or use him anymore.
Like Peter, Norman and all the boys in boarding school who only wanted to fuck him.
Who left him numb and feeling dirty.

The anger was burning his skin. Eating him alive, paring together with the curse running in his veins.
He felt like his body was on fire.
Burning him up, but at the some time he could feel his heart turning cold.

No one would ever hurt him again. NO ONE.

They would bow to him.
Because his dream was there nightmare and he couldn't wait until they would fall.

Peter was spider-man. Peter was hurting him again. Not even trying to help. He wanted to leave. Leave with Gwen Stacy.
Peter didn't even care.

He could hear them in his head. All this voices. Telling him stuff how he could hurt them the best. How he could destroy there lives like they destroyed his. Heard them calling him there King.

He would be the King.
The King of his own little perfect world.

He didn't know what was going on in his mind anymore. His head was spinning, from alcohol, drugs, pain, anger and the voices where screaming so loud. Blocking any sound from the real world.
What was even real ?

It was like something was pulling him. It felt like be controlled, like he wasn't the owner of his own body anymore.

He couldn't hear or feel anything anymore, beside the burning in his veins and the blood rushing thought his head.

He would do anything to get the life he deserved.
He didn't have anything to lose anymore.
He didn't have any friends, or a family. He was lonely and dying.

He always knew he would die alone.

The serum was burning. Burning in his veins and his skin felt like it was on fire and it still didn't hurt as much as the emotional pain. It made him feel alive in a strange way. Like his body was finally real again.

His heart was beating in an alarming speed, making it hard to breathe. Maybe he would die like this, as his own little lap rat.

Trapped in a cage that used to be his body...

Then it stopped.

He felt strong again. The voices in his head where finally making sense. The burning becoming a dull ache, being replace by anger again.

He would get what he wants.
Get back his company and make Peter and Gwen hurt.

They would finally see the monster they all helped to create.
Harry Osborn was dead.

No one ever wanted to good Harry. No one was interested in him. He was always in a game he would never win, couldn't win.

He didn't care that something was telling him that he was doing the wrong thing, there was no turning back anymore. For the first time in his life he chose his own path.
No was controlling or toying with him anymore.

He was free.

And after all they wanted a monster right ? They created a monster, so a monster they would get.

Finally he was the King.