Cut for the squeamish. He is a Grue, after all.

Some, silly Grue, has been pondering a way to help Norman and Osborn both. Hermes is family and Hermes loves them/him/whatever, so... Some has an Idea. Now, this may be a bad idea, maybe even a Very Bad Idea, but it's an idea. So.

Some creeps into the light of a courtyard. No dark tunnels, no vampires for this one. Human, and nothing but. And as perfect as he can ensure. He's chosen carefully. A beautiful young woman, sheltered and cloistered, is his target. He perches on the wall of the courtyard, looking through her window. The light in there is too bright, he doesn't know the land, disorientation would be his downfall, even with the fine new blade in his hand. But the moment she turns down the lamps, before she even has a chance to take her hand away, he's behind her, his arm around her neck and his hand over her mouth, and then they both disappear, leaving no trace.

They reappear in the center of the Labs. Before she can scream or struggle, Some is in front of her. With a thumb, he traces a quick flick of dark oil over her forehead, four lines suggesting a Goblin's grinning face, and then the knife is across her throat. He catches her body as she bleeds out over the black glossy floors, and lays her down gently. "For you," he says to the green in the walls.