[The video starts with Zachariah standing in a large bedroom chamber, the king sized bed set in the center of it with a thick, heavily embroidered deep blue duvet. He's sitting in an antique chair beside a bed, holding the hand of a woman with a hollow face. A thin tube runs from her arm to a saline drip perched beside the bed and they're both quiet. Zachariah stares down at her with red rimmed eyes but hers are closed, her thumb slowly stroking the back of his fingers before it finally falls still. Zachariah squeezes and receives no response.]
"Mom?"
[He shakes her hand when he receives no response, his face twisting but his eyes still dry, his will to cry again too broken, and too tired.]
"Mom."
[He reaches out to press two fingers against her neck, and as if to double check he feels her wrist. The sound of the grandfather clock ticks by before he sets her hand down gently on the bed.]
[A man walks into a large bedroom, a different one, the place almost completely bare save for a bed, a chair, a bedside table and a picture of the woman who had died. Zachariah is sitting on the bed going through his phone. He doesn't look up. The man's lip curls.]
"Making yourself useful as always, I see."
[Zach's voice is flat in response, either because he's trying not to feed into the nastiness that his father is known for or because he doesn't care.]
"Came out of your bedroom, finally? You disappeared in there with that tramp so long ago I thought you were Jacobs coming in telling me that you had died tied to the bedposts."
[He's not trying but he still seems to manage to hit a nerve, his father walking over and snatching his phone out of his hand.]
"You watch your tone with me, I have better things to do than babysit you. Get up, and for fuck's sake, put something nice on for once. If you ruin this -"
"- I know, you'll disown me, make sure I live out of a car for the rest of my life, blah blah, horrible threats, [Zach finally sounds annoyed,] I told you, I'll marry her, I'm not going to act excited about it. Can I have my phone back? "
[When he holds out his hand expectantly his father drops the phone on his hardwood floor, crushing the screen beneath his heel and pointing at his son.]
"Get. Dressed." [He waits for a reaction and when Zachariah doesn't give one, instead looking defeated, he turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him.]
"Niceeee! Dude, check out what I did in the bathroom!"
[Zach smiles from where he's playing an Xbox in a shitty looking apartment.] "I'm busy!"
"Don't make me come out there! Come on!" [The man in the other room starts to whine dramatically.] "I worked so hard on it, come oooon!"
[Zach sighs and pauses the game, standing up and walking down the hall to a small bathroom where his roommate stands with a bright smile. All of their toiletries, their razors, shampoos, body washes, handsoap, and pill bottles are sticking to the walls in some sort of web. Zach's smile falls as the roommate throws his arms out.]
"Surprise! We have like, ten times more room now!"
[Zach looks around slowly.]
"How do we get it down?"
[Adam's smile fades.]
"What?"
"How. Do we get. It down."
"You just pull it out, idiot."
"That shit sticks to me, idiot!"
[There's silence as they stare at each other. Adam speaks first.]
"We'll I'll take it down if you ask nicely."
"Adam!"
"Don't be like that, sugar, you know I hate it when you're angry."
[Zach's obviously trying not to laugh.]
"And what do we do when your girlfriend comes over and asks what all the sticky shit on our walls is?"
[Adam gives Zach a shit eating grin that earns him a rough hit on the arm.]
[It looks like a few months have gone by - it's snowing out, and it's late, the clock on the television flashing 2:42AM. Zach is wearing only sweatpants, pacing around the apartment, and jumps when he hears the window open. His suit is torn, the mask torn open, and he falls into the room from the window sill. Zach runs over quickly and drops to his knees, turning Adam over and checking him.]
"You're bleeding, we need to get you to a hospita-"
"No hospital, just stitches."
[Zach frowns hard and he shifts to pick Adam up, carrying him over to the couch and laying him down.]
"I can't keep giving you stitches, I'm not a doctor, I'm going to fuck up, this is so fucked up, this guy is going to kill you if you keep going after him, I can't watch you do this to yourself, Adam, you know I can't do thi-"
"Zach, come on." [He sounds weak and he coughs a little but he manages to give a grin that doesn't reach his eyes.] "I'll be fine. It's just my chest, I just need stitches, he just knicked me. You know I can't go to the hospital, come on. ...Zach." [He presses when he sees hesitance.] "Come on."
[Zach's face exudes worry but he finally turns to disappear into the kitchen and come back with the materials he needs to clean the wound and sew his friend up.]
"I can't keep doing this. Take off the tights."
[Adam's face falls into annoyance and it's genuine this time.] "They're not tights."
"Just take them off, bug boy."
[He's sitting in his room alone, staring at his reflection in the window, and he seems to be wrestling with himself, a large syringe in his hand filled with a green liquid. He looks down at it, turning it in his hand before taking a deep breath and sticking the needle in his vein. He pushes down the plunger and takes it out, placing the syringe in a box with several vials filled with the same green liquid, and he stands swiftly before walking out of the room.]
"We'll maybe he's trying to help!"
"If he's trying to help then why the fuck doesn't he talk to the rest of us?" [Adam snaps at Zach as they stand in their living room arguing.] There's a vigilante network, we all talk to each other except for him, what the fuck is he hiding?"
[Zach's jaw tightens.] You and I both know that network is filled with self righteous asshats, you've shown it to me before, just because he doesn't want to be a part of your club doesn't mean that he's not useful! To go and hunt him down is insane, he could be dangerous!"
"He already is dangerous." [Adam shakes his head and his voice softens in weariness.] "I saw him, Zach, I saw him break into the lab, he would have killed someone if they were in his way. I'm telling you, he's gotta be stopped."
[Zach opens his mouth to argue but snaps it shut, glaring at Adam. He finally speaks.] "You're afraid that he's going to kill the Reanimator because you won't do it. Despite the fact that this guy has almost killed you six times, you still won't take him down and you're afraid some no-name with a hover board is going to do it instead."
"Goblin."
"What?"
"He's not some no-name, we're calling him the Goblin."
"...That's stupid."
"No it's not, he's got these big bug eye goggles and he's all green and he flies around all crouched down like a Goblin-"
"That's a stupid name don't call him that-"
"And it doesn't matter, because I'm afraid that he's going to kill a lot of people. Death isn't the answer. You know that."
[It's raining. They're standing on the rooftop of a bank, a large hole to the building below behind them, and smoke billows from it as if it has been blast open. Spiderman and a man in green, the 'Goblin', are staring at each other, Adam rushing forward to grab him.]
"Is this what you wanted? You wanted to be a hero?"
[He grabs the man in green by the shoulder and swings to hit him in the jaw. The Goblin doesn't stop him.]
"You killed three people. Three innocent people! You're not a hero." [He punctuates each word with another hit until he knocks the man in green down onto his back, his hoverboard lying useless across the rooftop. Adam climbs on top of him, slamming him down into the sheeting.]
"Why won't you fight back?" [He screams it, angry, furious, and before thinking about it Adam reaches down and tears the mask off of the other man's face. He physically startles, covering his own mouth and stumbling back off of him as the mask falls uselessly to the floor. Zach sits up, blood on his lip, and he stares at Adam pleadingly.]
"Help me." [He sounds frail and he's shaking, tears starting to burn in his eyes.] "I don't remember. I don't remember what happened, I don't know what happened, I was worried, I was scared and I followed you and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." [Zach covers his face with his hands before letting them drop, the sound of sirens getting closer in the distance. Tears roll down his cheeks as he shakes his head.] "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Adam."
[Adam pulls his mask off and runs back toward Zach, this time dropping to his knees and taking him by the shoulders.]
"We'll get you help. We need to get you help. ...We need to get you out of here."
[It looks like it's been at least a couple of years. Zach looks a little older, a little less muscular, and a lot dirtier walking down the abandoned streets of Las Vegas. He carries an empty sack on his shoulder and stops suddenly when a rustling can be heard, eyes widening in fright as he looks around, and before he can see anything he runs to the nearest building and scales it, climbing it's side effortlessly brick by window sill until he's on the roof. When he turns to look there's a monstrously large creature below, climbing the wall after him. Zach gives a frustrated sigh.]
"Come on, man, I just want to pick up some fucking soup."
[He takes off, running across the roof and jumping with ease from the ledge to the next building over. The creature begins to chase him.]