I uh, was feeling angsty apparently. And I had a bunch of pent up feelings that fell right out into this fic...

This is kind of set in the Ultimate Spider-Man comics, so The Goblin weighs 1000 pounds, contols fire, and is super duper creepy! Peter is only 5'5 tall and is 15 years old. Yeah...I know small. (You don't have to read those comics for this to make sense, no, not whatsoever) I just want to get the point across that Norman isn't to be messed with (he isn't the silly guy on a hovorboard that throws pumpkin bombs in this), he's serously pee your pants scary...and Peter is so tiny!

Warning- Because Norman is a creep, and Peter gets a little bloody...

Disclaimer- Spiderman mine? Me, own? I wish...

Spidey landed lightly on the balls of his feet. Crouching down on the edge of a building as he waited for his spider-sense to direct him somewhere. The night was cold the streets below lit up and mostly empty, being that it was somewhere around one in the morning.

The rain was light, but it made it that most people (including baddies) were already inside for the night. Most sane people didn't like being out in this kind of weather. Peter breathed out, watching his breath mist the night air. So that probably made him crazy, huh?

The slight tingle at the base of the teen's skull told him to turn left. He obliged, sprinting and flipping off the building before shooting off a web and flinging himself forward. The tingle in his head became more pronounced. But there was something off about it.

Peter took in a shuddering breath as he landed on another roof top. The tingle that went into his ears and made the front of his skull feel like it was being pushed in. He only got that distinct feeling with a few of his rogues.

The boy felt his heart rate start to spike, as he examined the streets below, listening intently for something to disrupt the silence. His body felt cold in the night air, his spandex suit not providing any protection in these elements.

Peter was crouched forward unmoving, but his spider-sense started to flare up, the hairs on the back of his neck beginning to stand. He spun around looking for the source of danger. But there was nothing, only darkness.

Spidey took a steadying breath before leaping forward, following the tingle in his head for the danger, the threat. He spun his way over from one roof to the other, doing a round-off in the air before landing and running again, shooting off a web and letting it carry him to the next rooftop.

Peter didn't realize where he was going. No, not until he was already there. The teen stood shakily as he looked up to the large, glamorous, and oh so terrifying building of Oscorp.

The teen's breath stuttered from his lips as his spider-sense, and heartbeat were the only sounds he could make out. The sharp pain in his head informing him that something was close.

Swallowing the bile that threatened to choke him, Peter forced himself to turn around. Slowly, oh ever so slowly Spiderman made himself look up.

Only then did he see the looming form of the Goblin. The Monster's mouth spread open showing his yellowed teeth, saliva hanging from them as he smiled down at his prey. His eyes staring intently at Peter, his chest heaving up and down as if excited to dig his claws into his next meal, rip into Peter flesh…

"Hi'ya Gobby." Spiderman heard himself say. His insides were shriveling up on themselves, his stomach flipping as butterflies burst in his chest.

There was a low grumble in the back of Norman's throat. "Peter," He hissed out, spittle flying from his sharp teeth and onto Spidey's eye lenses.

"So," Peter drew out the word, leaning forward as he takes a step back, putting his hands on his hips "What brings you here?" The teen asks, not waiting for a reply he continues "If you're not too busy we should hit the town," Spidey swings a wrist forward in a way of gesture "Ya'know, paint the town red!" Peter pinches the front of his suit snapping the red fabric there. "Or, I guess we could paint it green," Spidey says sounding anything but enthusiastic as he points to the villain.

Osborn's eyes flash orange, his spine making a cracking sound as he straightens. Peter feels his spider-sense scream. He spins out of the way as a clawed hand comes forward, the air ripping with the Monster-of-a-man's yells of rage.

Spidey flips himself to a bricked wall, sticking there like the spider he is. He launches himself off before flipping forward and kicking the Goblin in the head. The cold and slightly scaly skin of the villain scuffing against Spiderman's boot.

"I mean we don't have to do anything too crazy." Peter babbles feeling his anxiety crawling up his throat as the Goblin grabs his ankle and flings him to the ground. Peter's head knocks into the roof, making his ears ring.

Spiderman webs the larger in the face before putting his gloved hands to the ground and spinning his hips around so he could kick the Goblin. Osborn is too busy trying to rip the webbing from his face, he falls backward his back smashing into the same bricked wall that Peter had just stuck too.

"You could just take me out to dinner," Peter says as he runs forward kicking Norman in the center of his chest and flinging himself off like a lethal, coiled, spring. "But nothing fancy…" Peter scurries up the opposite wall "Wait, look who I'm talking too." He says, his tone not portraying the swimming dread that fills him. "We both know you can afford it, and Normy don't be stingy, cuze I'll be honest with you, the only reason I'm seeing you is for your money. It's definitely not because of the" Peter waves a hand in Norman's direction, "well you know, deformity."

With that Osborn lunges forward, "Shut up!" he yells, the sound far too close to Peter's ears. The Goblin traps the teen under him, his clawed feet and hands holding him up and over Peter, pressing the smaller to the wall.

The Goblin's breath is rancid, the smell of burning flesh coming off his tongue. Peter shudders in place, willing himself not to throw up. Osborn presses forward, his broad, hot, chest pinning Peter's whole body to the wall. Making Peter realize once again the vast difference in his and Norman's size.

The Monster puts his mouth by Peter's ear, his breath ghosting over Spidey's face, making the teen's eyes water. "You're mine, Peter Parker." The Goblin breathes, Peter gags kicking out at the other. Osborn grunts before his eyes blaze, he snatched out, his clawed fingers ripping the spider insignia of Spidey's suit, along with some of Peter's flesh.

Spidey cries out, and with a burst of adrenaline punches Osborn as hard as he can in the face. He feels the bones of his hand shift, the skin of the Monster's face ripping apart. "If you weren't hungry you could have just said it!"Peter yells indigently. "We are never going to last if we keep fighting this way Normy," Spidey complains in false sadness as he flips onto the Goblin's back and punches him in the side of the head.

Osborn grabs Peter by the arm swinging him around like a doll, before slamming him into the bricked wall, then back and into the other. Peter groans, feeling his head begin to spin as something gives in his chest. Spidey twists himself from the other, kicking off of Norma's forehead and climbing up a wall so he could catch his breath, and maybe get these stars out of his eyes.

"Okay, so not a restaurants kind of guy." Peter ponders out loud. "I know the perfect place!" Spidey says in excitement, spinning off the wall and landing on Osborn. "There's this gay karaoke bar right down the street!" The Goblin falls to one knee with Spiderman's impacted, grumbling in rage. "If you play your cards right, maybe wave some money around, you could find yourself a nice hooker, whoops, I mean looker." Peter jumps off the wall, landing on Norman's head this time, and then flips back up, and out of reach.

"Now, to figure out what you should sing..?" Spidey says wonderingly as he glances up to the sky. "We should definitely sing a duet, though." Peter decides. "Something classic…" Peter runs off the wall before landing on the Monster's back, Peter's bony elbow making something in the Goblin's back snap.

Peter backflips away as the Goblin tries to grab him, before snapping his fingers and pointing at the man "I got you babe!" The boy shouts, false excitement coloring his tone "I call being Cher, that makes you Sonny."

"Enough!" The monster roars, flinging himself onto Peter and making them tumble from the roof. Peter can't help the choked off yelp he gives at suddenly free-falling with a giant man-frog trying to kill him.

Spiderman pulls at the arms trapping him, kicking at the giant torso pinning his body as he struggles to get free. Spidey finally gets one arm loose enough to be able to shoot off a web, their falls is abruptly stopped but the Goblin doesn't let go.

He only slips slightly down the teen's body. The weight of the monster pulling on Peter's torso. Whatever had cracked in Peter's chest earlier, snaps, the crunching in his chest too much to bare leaving Spidey to do nothing more than cry out in agony, as he tried not to drop from his web.

Peter pants out shaking breaths, the burning in his chest and lungs overwhelming. His arm screams in pain as his grip on the web slips slightly. Spidey can feel the hot breath of Norman ghosting over his belly button and lower stomach. The feeling making the teen shutter in disgust.

Spiderman wiggles a leg free, kneeing the Monster in the gut and flipping himself backward. He lands roughly in a puddle, the rain heavier now, the sound of it drumming in Peter's ringing ears.

The Globin lands on a car, the windshield and roof crumbling like a tin-can under his enormous weight. Norman gets up slowly, his eyes locked on Peter as he licks the yellowed blood from his lips.

Spidey gets in a defensive position, bringing his fists up as he locks his knees in place. With an inhuman shriek (that Peter hears all too often in his nightmares) the Monster runs forward, the fire in his eyes penetrating through the rain as he rushes at Spiderman.

Peter runs forward, ignoring the banging of his spider-sense and the desire to run away, as he rushes at the Goblin. The teen flips his body over the other, kicking him in the ear, and spinning so he could punch him in the throat. But the Goblin's hand snatched out, grabbing Peter's arm and pulling the boy to the side.

His claws dig into Peter's flesh, a ripping tearing pain burning across his arm. He bites back the urge to cry out in pain. Norman's hand is so large it envelopes almost Peter's whole arm. Spidey struggles to get away, yanking on his trapped limb and kicking out but hitting nothing but air.

The Monster grabs Peter's legs, holding them in place and stretching the teen out so that his broken ribs shift within his chest. Spidey swallows his shout of pain building in his throat. Osborn's claws tear into Spidey's suit ripping into the fabric of his boots. "I've been waiting so long for this," Norman says in a low voice, the vibration of it snaking up Peter's body.

"What?" Peter asks, his voice sounds a bit rough with pain, but it's steady. "Dancing in the rain?" he finishes. "That is pretty romantic I gotta say, but a bit cheesy don't'ya think?

Osborn digs his claws in a little further, his nostrils flaring as he moves a claw to rip into the inner of Peter's thigh. Spidey bites his tongue in order to stay quiet. The pain hot and sharp.

"To have you at my mercy," Norman growls the words, making a shudder run up Peter's spin as his spider-sense goes haywire. "Spiderman, sprawled out in front of me, ready to devour." Osborn finishes. He runs his huge thumb over the dripping copper coming from the wound he just made in Peter's thigh, almost as if caressing it. His scaled fingers covered in the teen's blood.

"My son, my creation, mine. You belong to me." The words were said in a purr, gurgling up from within the Monster's chest and misting the air with their disgustingness. Peter pushed away, scrunching up his nose in distaste as he wiggled to get free.

"So what do'ya have planned?" Peter forces out, trying to ignore his growing panic. "We could go on a fishing trip, maybe hit a few landmarks on the way. Oh or, or, we could play hide and seek. I'll hide you seek, kay?"

The Monster leans forward his sharp teeth almost touching Spiderman's eye lenses. "Does your incessant babbling make you feel more secure Peter?" The Goblin asks, "Does it make you feel safe? Give you a false sense of control?" Osborn goes on, his eyes hot and flaming in the rain, making steam rise from them.

"Nah," Peter knows he should shut up, knows that he's just making things worse for himself, but he can't stop. "I just like the sound of my voice."

Norman roars with rage, throwing Spiderman into a nearby car. The glass of the window scratches at Peter's back, making him wince as he launches himself back at Norman. The Monster shoots a fireball at him, Spidey ducks out of the way, firing a web at the Goblin's mouth before launching himself forward and kicking the larger in the collar bone, hearing a snap.

The Monster lashes out, burning the webbing from his eyes before slamming Peter to the ground. A second later a large clawed foot stomps on the teen's chest, making Peter see red as hot pain bursts from his broken ribs.

Norman picks him up a moment later before slamming the spider back into the road. Peter's head makes a wet smacking sound in the puddle underneath him as his skull slams into the pavement. Spiderman stifles a moan of pain.

Osborn leers over him, rain and yellowed blood rolling down his green chin and dripping onto Peter's mask. "You have no idea how I have longed for this."The Goblin whispers hotly in Spidey's ear. "To watch Spiderman die at my hand."The words are rolled off of Norman's tongue making Peter lash out.

But the Monster snatched Peter's wrist, painfully gripping it as he slowly turns the arm the wrong way. Spidey attempts to pull the limb away, but the other's grip is unrelenting.

"But I want to savor it." Norman goes on, his eyes solely on the bug he has pinned under him, his hand still twisting Peter's wrist the wrong way as he whispers things into the teen's ear. "Make it last." He breathes, "Memorize every snap-" The word is punctured as he finally twists Peter's wrist fully in the wrong direction, splintering the bone. And breaking the web-shooter there in the process.

Peter screams, thrashing under the Monster, desperately trying to get away. But it's useless the Goblin breathing down his fiery, rancid, breath onto the teen. "every sound, every scream, every whimper, every delectable plead you make."Peter feels the Norman grab for his head, he tries wiggling away, kicking out and thrashing about. But then a thick bulbous hand squeezes around the boy's neck, and Peter is forced to stop his attempts at escape. "I want to witness the hope vanish from your eyes, as you realize all odds of surviving are lost."

Peter's lungs are burning, his broken ribs rubbing together painfully. His head pounding, from a concussion. His wrist pure agony from where the bone was splintered apart. Dots color the spider's eyes as the Goblin slowly adds pressure to his throat, cutting off his air, squeezing the life out of the boy's body with each agonizing second. The Monster slips the mask off of Peter's head, taking the fabric between his teeth and claws and ripping the spandex apart. "I want to see that sensual fear, as it enters those brown innocent eyes of yours."He purrs out, his tongue flicking out and almost touching Peter's naked cheek.

"And then," Norman leans in impossibly closer, his weight crushing Peter, his hand still wrapped around the boy's pale neck. "I will get the pleasure of watching the life bleed from your eyes."

The teen feels himself shutter, with fear or revulsion, he's not sure. His world is swirling, his lungs begging for air, his spider-sense screaming high and shrill. Peter elbows the other in the face before kicking at the arm pinning him down by his neck. The boy spins around before kicking the Monster away from himself, flipping onto the side of a building and sucking in a lungful of the night air. Trying desperately to catch his breath.

The Goblin smiles at him from below, licking his lips. His eyes flaming as he rushes at Peter. The two go flying in through a window, crashing to the ground as glass shards rain over them. Peter kicks the Monster in the jaw before scrambling away. His head 'thunking'against a desk as he distances himself from Norman.

Peter feels something lodged in his side as he rushes to his feet. The teen looks down, finding a large shard of glass embedded in his side, his blood dripping from the tip and staining the carpeted floor beneath him. Spidey pulls it out with a choked off cry, flinging the fragment away from himself.

Spiderman's spider-sense fires off and the teen rolls to the side as a desk is thrown at him. The wood splinters apart as it crashes into a wall. Peter ducks under a desk, hiding away, hoping the darkness will help him. The teen places a hand over his mouth trying to calm his panicked breathing.

"You cannot hide boy."The Goblin hisses before he lights a desk on fire. Shooting fireballs upon the office area. The smell of burning ink filled the room, it's oily sent trailing into the teen's nose, and making him want to gag.

A few computers burst into flames, making loud noises that Norman has to shout over, "I will find you! I will always find you! That I promise, Peter Parker!" The notion made Spidey shudder in revulsion. His head pounding, his lungs burning as they filled with rancid smoke.

"Who said I was hiding?" Peter shot out a web, covering the Monsters mouth as he jumped up to the ceiling. But I was hiding, like a little kid, which I guess I kind of am…Peter couldn't help but think.

Osborn lets out a roar of rage, shooting fire at the teen and causing Peter to fall onto an aflame desk. The teen hisses out a breath of pain as his bloodied back his burnt. The teen flips himself off the desk and crouches behind a wall.

It's hard to stick to things with a broken wrist, but Peter can manage it. Spidey climbs onto a wall before launching himself off with a hard shove and kicking the Goblin. The Monster stumbles backward, but doesn't fall.

The sprinkler system finally turns on. Water raining down on the two, as it tries to fight off the flames. The water soaks Peter even more, making his bangs stick to his face as he readies to attack Norman. The Monsters eyes steam further the water mixing in with the flames and making the Goblin look even more intimidating.

The Goblin kicks out, almost catching Peter in the leg. But the teen jumps upwards and out of the way. Peter's movements are sloppy, though, his body tired from blood loss and a concussion.

The Monster is able to grab him before slamming Peter into a desk, the wood breaking under him and splintering into his back. Spidey bites his lips trying to keep from screaming out.

"Pinned down, ready for the taking. For my disposal." Norman hisses his eyes looking ravenous. Digging his claws into Peter's leg before slicing downwards, leaving shreds of mutilated skin behind. Spidey does cry out at this, trying to get away. But Osborn grabs him by the ankle, before yanking him roughly to the floor.

Peter tries to twist away, but Norman uses the action against him. Pulling his ankle in the opposite direction before squeezing. A crunching sound was heard right before Peter let out a shriek of pure agony. His head thrown back as he emptied his lungs of all air.

The Goblin leaned in close then, letting the crushed ankle fall heavily to the floor, as he leers over Peter's face, he presses a finger into the teen's mouth, moving it over his tongue and the inside of his cheek, before Peter tried to bite down, but he was to slow. Norman snatched his finger away, his eyes taking in every detail of the wrecked youth as he breathed in deeply. Satisfied.

"So weak." He purrs out, his lips touching the curve of Peter's ear. His breath sending hot tickles down the teen's skin. "You are worthless, Peter. A failure. So insignificant. Small. A child playingata man's game." The Monster moves his lips ghosting over Peter's cheek. "You were too small to save your parents Peter. You were too naive to save you beloved Uncle Ben. And you will be powerless to save yourself, Spiderman."

Peter cries out in a fit of rage, hitting with all his might and sending the Monster reeling backward. The teen sits up shakily before firing off webs, trying to trap the Goblin and buy himself some time. He's too dizzy, too tired, too hurt, too young to fight this thing by himself. He needs to get away, needs to run, needs to hide. He can't fight Norman like this, he can't.

Peter launches a web at the doorframe pulling himself upwards. His shattered ankle dangling under him, his broken wrist hanging uselessly by his side.

The building is dark and huge, door after door leading down the never ending hallway. Peter's breaths are coming out in pants. His head spinning, his ears ringing. Spidey's foot catches on the next corner and he's sent sprawling to the floor. He resists the urge to groan. The boy lifts himself onto wobbly knees, places a shaky, broken, hand over the wound on his side trying to stop the bleeding, and begins to crawl forward.

His heart is pounding in his chest, trying to break out from his ribs. Peter's soaked hair drips water down into his eyes making it harder to see. Blood bubbling up from his various wounds.

"The itsy bitsy spider, ran through all the night."

Peter let out frantic panicked breaths, his vision swimming before him as he dragged his broken leg behind himself trying to crawl forward. His spider-sense is a shirking mess, his brain turning to a mushed panic.

The smell of burning flesh and aflame ink making Peter want to gag. The sound of a rampaging Monster looking for him. Peter's heart spluttered in panic as the sounds of Norman's singing came ever closer, it's tune bouncing off the walls.

"Down came the Goblin, and filled him full of fright."

Peter didn't know what to do. His chest was burning with a fear he had never felt before. His stomach rolling inside of him as his head pounded. The desperate need to get away, to find somewhere safe, almost too much for the teen to hold up against.

He was lost within some random office building, with nowhere to go. He had no one to call, and even if he did, he had no way of doing so.

Peter's eyes burned as his teeth began to chatter, a soft whimper escaping his lips.

No help was coming.

There wasn't anyone to save him.

No one even knew what was going on.

Peter was all alone…

"Out came Norman, and chased him through the rain."

Spidey's heart was pounding so loud it was dizzying. His fingers trembled as they pulled him forward. His mouth was too wet, the taste of the Goblin's fingers still lingered on his tongue, the fact making Peter's stomach turn; made him long to vomit.

A trail of blood was slowly coming from Peter. The coppery red spilling from his wounds and falling to the floor as he dragged his body forward. The sight made the teen want to cry.

Could the Goblin see that in the dark? Could Norman smell it?

The singing went on…

"And the itsy bitsy spider, won't see the light of day again."

I'M SO SORRY PETER! :,(

Next chapter will be posted sometime in the future...Maybe...

Please let me know what you think because I haven't written a whump fic like this before, and I am unsure of whether or not it was good...So please review, and let me know if you would like to see more!

Fernandidilly-yo out! (for now)