The Lost Ones

Apologies for the delays in replies, been having internet problems for the past god-knows-how-long. I will try to get replies done as soon as I can when my iPod or laptop decides to connect to wifi again. My mobile internet is shit so I can never reply using it. OWED REPLIES: • sonofthegoblin • ragatagrebel Edit; going to try to reply considering I have spare time at the moment. This should be entertaining.

» Green Goblin The noise of something smashing quite a bit away from his room brought young Harry out of his sleep. Upon looking at the glowing light from the digital clock, Harry realised that the servants had retired for the night long ago which just left one other person, Norman Osborn - his father. Due to what seemed like a routine these days, the child had figured out that when something smashed his father was angry and when his father was angry, he was also drunk and someone to be avoided. Harry had learned the hard way not get to in the way of his drunken father. The black eye that he ended up with for several weeks showed that a drunken father was never someone to try and speak to. Although Norman was neglectful, he did sometimes realise he had a son now and again. Most times Harry wished it wasn’t when he was looking for some human to hit instead of inanimate objects. Pushing the thick covers back and shifting into a sitting position, the room was pitch black and excluding the digital clock, there was absolutely no light showing anywhere which left the child as bit helpless. He had gotten himself into a routine of hiding when his father was drunk. Sometimes he was found, others he was able to get through the night unharmed but sleeping in the most uncomfortable places possible. Even though he knew his bedroom like the back of his hand, the child wasn’t risking making too much noise in looking for a place to hide which thus lead him to crouching down and crawling into the darkness that was under his bed. Although it was one of the most cliché and childish places to hide, Harry felt somewhat safe. Feeling fully safe in the Osborn household was impossible. Whenever his father was around, it was like walking on eggshells. One wrong move and all hell would break loose. It was times like this that Harry wished he was staying overnight at the Parker house rather than curling up to be as small as he possibly could under a bed. Heck, even having his ‘imaginary friend’ around would ease some of the fear he was feeling. His ‘imaginary friend’ was in the form of a grotesque goblin, something that other children would probably run away screaming from, Harry on the other hand, found comfort within the goblin. It wasn’t very often he would talk to the Goblin, it was more along the lines of the occasional glimpses now and again. He felt safer around the creature considering he looked a lot stronger than a sickly eight-year-old child.

» Harry Osborn Ravencroft was never a place the young child wanted to be in. The place just seemed like a horror show with the broken patients and torture that happened within the walls. Young Harry hated that his elder self ended up here, but it wasn’t as if the child had a choice in leaving. The child was attached to the twenty-year-old whether he liked it or not and unfortunately that meant he was also attached to the Goblin. The child had found out that the Goblin wasn’t all that bad considering he had been taking the brunt of the torture that they had been going through. Although the Goblin took the torture, it didn’t mean to say that the two Harry’s didn’t feel the pain. The thought of being stuck in this place scared the child more than Norman and that was an accomplishment in itself. He felt safe around his elder self and the Goblin but when it came to the staff of Ravencroft, calming the child was a job all on it’s own. Both Harry’s had suffered through enough pain to last them a lifetime and now they had to go through more. It hurt the child to know that everyone they knew was just abandoning them - their father, Peter Parker. They had been in Ravencroft for months and no one from the outside had come to visit. The young child still had some form of hope in getting out of the asylum but he was unsure to whether or not his elder self did. During their time in the asylum, doctors had diagnosed the elder Harry with either Dissociative Identity Disorder or Schizophrenia considering that he was talking and seeing two people that others couldn’t - the Goblin and his young self. The child had been dormant within Harry’s mind for years, just watching their lives spiralling out of control. From abandonment to abandonment, it just didn’t seen to get any better. The child on the other hand was determined not to leave his elder self alone. “Harry, are we going to be okay?” The child hadn’t spoken to his elder self in quite a while considering the Goblin had been out taking the brunt of everything that was flung at them. Young Harry was concerned about his elder self as with everything that was going on, he honestly wondered if his elder self was still functioning as normally as he possible could.

» Aunt May The rain continued hammering down off of the concrete and with every step the young child was getting more and more drenched. It didn’t usually take long to get from Manhatten to Queens, but to the child it was taking forever. It wasn’t as if he could hail a taxi and get a ride over to the Parker household, after all what child would be outside at one in the morning? Normally by now children as young as Harry would be sleeping and out of the rain. The young boy on the other hand, took his chances. He couldn’t stay at the Osborn household. With servants retired for the night and his father drinking himself into stupor, Harry wasn’t wanting to stay around him any longer. It wasn’t as if Norman would even notice that Harry had left. With him being a neglectful father, half the time Harry often wondered whether or not Norman even realised he had a son. The child was more along the lines of leaning towards the answer of ‘no’. Even though Harry was born to rich parents, Peter had one thing that Harry didn’t - the love of not one, but two people who acted like parents. Ever since Peter’s parents left him with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben, Harry had been supportive of him, trying to bring his friend out of the gloom he put himself in. It made the child jealous of Peter for having people who cared about him this was the reason why the child was heading to the household. Harry felt safer around the Parker’s. He enjoyed their company and was happy that at least someone realised he existed. Taking in a deep breath, the young child hissed in pain. His ribs were killing him. He didn’t know which was worse, his ribs or the throbbing black eye. The rain wasn’t helping all that much either. The sickly child had his arms rapped tightly around his torso to at least try and keep some heat in but unfortunately that was proving to be pointless considering his body was shaking from both the cold and pain. As soon as he got the the Parker’s house, Harry rapped his shaking knuckles against the wooden door in hope that someone was awake at this ridiculous time in the morning. Dying if hypothermia wasn’t an option that the child wanted to go with even though the cold was steeping into his bones.

» Tony Stark Ever since Sofia Lamb had left Rapture, the city had no other ‘Leader of the Rapture Family’ for quite a long time. Rapture was leading itself for many years before someone else stepped up to take over the position of the late Andrew Ryan and of Sofia Lamb. A man by the name of Nolan Thomas, someone in his mid forties and who had come down from the world above to get away from it all. Although Rapture was in ruins, he was determined to get the city back up and running and for it to be a place to live for people and not for the Splicers to run. The Splicers had taken over long before Sofia had taken the stand and since then it hadn’t changed. Nolan had begun sending out letters to the people above that worked in certain areas such as construction, engineering, etc informing them that they have a place within Rapture that they were allowed to stay so long as they put their two cents in by helping reconstruct the city as best as possible. This was a difficult task in itself. With people arriving in Rapture, some of them barely survived the first few days due to the Splicers and of course the couple of idiots who didn’t heed the warning of not approaching the Little Sisters. Several learned quickly to stay away from them as they did not want to suffer a brutal death from the Big Daddies. The Little Sisters were new children, one’s that the Big Sisters had been sent to the surface to retrieve. Girls between the ages of five and eight had been brought back and they had been conditioned into Little Sisters. Their objective - ADAM. The genetic material that kept the wheels of Rapture turning. Everybody wanted it and everybody needed it. Nine times out of ten, for the humans, it was just getting the ADAM that was the problem. Getting past the Big Daddies and the Splicers was a job all on it’s own. The thundering footsteps of the Big Daddy travelled a few steps behind the small child who was leading the way to the next ‘angel’ that she could smell. Another human or Splicer had met their demise and it was up to the child to retrieve the ADAM within the deceased’s body. This lead them to the Wharf in Neptune’s Bounty and it didn’t take much time for the child’s little footsteps to turn into a run as she made her away over to the corpse. “Look Mr Bubbles! An angel.” The child’s two toned voice carried the words back to her protector who was not far behind. The Big Daddy was currently scanning his surroundings for any Splicers. Extracting ADAM always seemed to bring them to the area that the Little Sister was in when doing her ‘job’. The beauty that was Rapture turned horrible as the child shifted herself so that she was kneeling. All around her what had been red and gold, in pristine condition and of such beauty had disappeared showing the little girl the true face of Rapture - crumbling buildings, death, destruction and gloomy darkness. The child shoved the needle into the corpse, a squelching sound went through her ears as the needle got ripped through the skin. The extraction process never took that long but it always took longer for the Big Daddy due to having to get rid of the Splicers. The Little Sister began humming a tune to herself as the liquid travelled up into the baby bottle and within moments, footsteps and maniacal laughs echoed throughout Neptune’s Bounty. The Splicers had found them and no doubt they were looking for a little more juice.

» John Young The first time that it happened the young girl thought she was going insane. One minute she had been in her room and the next she was half way across the city in a park that her late grandmother used to take her to when she was younger. It was safe to say that she had had to do a lot of explaining when she returned home. Her parents had apparently been searching for her and couldn’t find her. Although she had teleported to the park it never occurred to her that she could teleport back home instead of walking. Fae knew her parents were worried as the telepathy had kicked in as well. Her parents thoughts were all over the place but she understood most of what she had heard. From then on out Fae had been out under close watch. She hadn’t exactly told her parents that she could teleport, it was more along the lines of that she had just wanted to get out of house for a while. Even though her parents didn’t believe her, they let it slide after a while. The words ‘just don’t do it again’ had echoed through her head several days afterwards due to the amount of times that her mother had repeated those same five words. Of course she tried to many times afterwards but this time she made sure that she didn’t get caught. Teleporting during the night was the easiest time for her parents not to be able to find out what their daughter could do. By the time that half one came about, Fae listened for any movement within the household before teleporting to the park. She figured that considering the park was a place she knew well that it would be easier for her to get to rather than other places that she barely knew of. Admittedly during her nightly walks, Fae had started touring the other areas. If she hadn’t found out that she could teleport and hear people’s thoughts, she would have never attempted this. As her parents said ‘it was too dangerous for a girl her age to be out during the night by herself.’ Fae had listened to them for a while before going against what she was told. The young girl was determined to prove them wrong and that she was able to leave the house and come back without being harmed. Her parents were way to overprotective at times and that often angered her. Instead of leaving the park as soon as she arrived, Fae ended up on the swing set and gazing around the darkening area. Not many people were out at this time of night which was fine for the girl. She enjoyed the peace when she was capable of getting it.

» Peter Parker It was days like this that Trinity wished she never even bothered anymore. She was nervous just like every other time she had attempted to steal something. The lights in the store were continuously dimming and brightening and she knew it was because of her. It was always because of her. She could see the owner of the store trying to figure out what was going on with the lights and failing to find the problem. He didn’t realise that the problem wasn’t electrical, but human. Although it wasn’t as if she was going to tell him that. She thought of herself as freak as it is, she didn’t need someone else to see that as well. Pulling the hood up a bit further, the female began looking over the several different types of sealed food. At least with the ‘electrical problems’ the owner was distracted and his attention wasn’t fully on the few customers that were within the walls. She had managed to come across a sandwich which would no doubt die down the hunger for a while or so. It was just getting it out of shop without being stopped that was the problem. Curse the sandwich section to be near the back of the store. Trinity glanced up a few times at the owner and the other customers before shoving the sandwich into the baggy pockets of her hoodie. Unfortunately she had chosen the wrong moment to do so considering that one of the shop assistants that came out from the back had grabbed a hold of her. In utter pain and fright, the bulbs burst, shattering glass across the shop. As the shop assistant ducked to protect himself, Trinity took her chance in running. As soon as she got out of the store, she speed up a bit and made her way into the numerous alleyways that were spread around the area. Stopping and leaning against the concrete wall, Trinity took several deep breathes into to try and get her heart rate back to the correct speed. It never occurred to her if anyone had seen her leave the shop or the fact that the owner was yelling down the street. The sooner she had left that store the better. Although she had come across her powers years ago, she was still trying to get them under control and it was harder than she thought. Bringing her hand out of her pocket, she glazed down at it for a couple of seconds, watching the blue electrical ball within her palm. This was something no normal person should be able to do and yet she could. A ‘freak of nature’ so she had been told by her family, people that no longer wanted anything to do with her.