Hey guys, thanks for the new followers. Even though this story is still starting out, I want to let you guys know I won't be abandoning the story. I'm really invested in this story, and I, as much as you, don't want this story to dwindle into obscurity. So, yeah just an update. As always, I hope you guys enjoy this fresh chapter.

It's 7:00 am. The whole night was filled with saving people from tragedy and misfortune. Even with his superhuman endurance, he was wracked. If he were to keep score, which hew wasn't, Raf would have known that he saved around 13 people that night. Potential car accidents, muggings, and murder. Now to him just a normal Wednesday. The sun was barely coming up, and he was sleeping in the suit on the bell tower of the Our Lady of Angels cathedral.

"Raf, wake up." Raf stood up and stretched with a big yawn accompanying. "Hrugh...Sym where are we? What time is it?"

"Right now we're at that old cathedral you used to visit as a kid." Raf looked around, and knew at that point exactly where he was.

"Oh yeah, also it's 7:00."

"Aw shit, I'm gonna be late for school!" Raf flipped off the tower, and launched himself to the main building with two tensile web shots. He gracefully hopped and flipped to the spire of the cathedral. From there, he propelled himself, and started web-swinging across town.

"Hey Sym, how'd you know that I used to go to there as a kid?"

"You don't remember? I can read the minds of all my hosts", replied Sym.

"Oh yeah, huh, that's right. I don't know, man. I'm just still getting used to our "new arrangement"."

"As am I. It is always difficult to process the new memories and feelings of every new host I inhabit."

"Hmm, but hey, you won't go all psycho on me like Brock, right?"

"No, of course not. I was only that way because of that fast shift in the emotions I felt from Parker's "detachment" from me and Brock's lust for revenge, but that was then, this is now. I'm kind of warming up to this Earth as well. My Earth was just too much for me anyways. In a way, this world without the apocalypse happening every other Monday is kinda like a retirement for me. You know, just dishing out some street justice."

"Oddly enough, I can empathize." Raf finally made it to the rooftop where he left his stuff from yesterday. The webbing had weakened, but not completely dissolved. He ripped out the pack from the wall he had left it, and proceeded to zip it open.

"Hey Sym, could you shape-shift into some clothes. I don't want to go to school wearing the same thing as yesterday."

As soon as he said that, the costume shifted into a viscous goo, and swirled around Raf's body. He felt a sharp jolt in his muscles, and he screamed in pain. The pain subsided after a few seconds, and Raf came out in a new outfit. Sym transformed into straight-cut, black jeans, a regular, black tee, and a black leather jacket with a wool-inside. White accents reminiscent of the suit trailed down along the arms.

Raf was still catching his breath. "Sym, what the hell was that!? I mean I look pretty dapper, but still what the hell, man!?"

"Hey, before you get mad, lift your shirt."

"What!? Why!?"

"Just look for yourself." Raf did as so, and looked not to see a teenagers' unmaintainenced midsection, but the abs of which would rival a Hemsworth.

"What did you just do to me, Sym?

"What 'I did' was take your unnecessary body mass and transmogrified it into something a bit more "super-hero worthy"."

"Thanks, but come on, man, you gotta give me a heads-up next time."

"You're welcome, by the way."

Raf's clothes from the day before traveled down his arm in an already folded form. He slid them into his backpack, and hurried on to school.

The whole day, everybody gave him odd glances. It wasn't very common for anyone to be dressed so well. Only if they knew that his clothes were really an alien organism from another reality.

It was 4th period, his other classes seemed to slip past him. His mind was somewhere else; He was just thinking of so many different things:

1) What's gonna be my cool superhero name? I gotta have one.

2) What cool new things can I do with my powers?

3) When am I gonna tell anyone about this?

His mind quickly snapped back to reality. "Mr. Cervantes! Are you still with us? As I was saying, tomorrow morning is the last time to turn in your permission slips for the field trip. May I remind you, I expect 1 page essays, front-and-back, on the things you learned there. Raf raised his hand. "Mr. Phillips, where are we going again?"

"Why Mr. Cervantes what a fantastic question. We are going to the Biorex National Research Facility. They have been very generous in offering our school a tour. I suggest you should follow through on this opportunity; it is quite the invitation.

Brrriiiiinnnnngg!

The class rushed out into the hallway for lunch. Raf followed suit. He heard a vague trace of Mr. Phillips' voice trail off behind him lecturing about something about an assignment they were to turn in on Monday. He waltzed to the cafeteria, and made it into the lunch line. He picked up a sandwich and a juice box. Normally, he would meet up with his best friends Jeremy and Gissel, but today wasn't like any other day. Instead, he went to the one place he almost never went to: The Library.

He made his way into the barren place to find around a dozen or so scattered kids there. Even though he was a smart kid he seldom ever went to the library. the only occasion he would ever was when there was a huge test, or when he was insanely stressed, but today he was here for a very different reason.

He quickly took a couple of bites from the sandwich, and a few sips of the juice. He quickly discarded the food scraps, and made his way to the back. The library had some low propped windows there. He would crawl out one so he could go out in the city. He wasn't worried anyone catching him. The whole room was scattered with the nerdy loner kids, possible school shooters, and every single one of their eyes were all glued to a screen. No one ever watched; the old fart of a librarian was always completely oblivious.

He took out his earphones from his backpack, and put them on. Raf put on his favorite playlist. Ready now, he vaulted over the sill, and made his way to the outside. His back turned into the suit, and automatically integrated his pack into it's mass. "You never cease to amaze me, Sym." Jumping down, he quickly morphed into the rest of the suit. Out shot a web from his wrist, and he was away. He was now in the city with E.L.O's "Turn To Stone" in his ear. He let his face mask down to feel the breeze as he swung down to feel the G-forces. Electricity jolted through his bones. The whole experience was just euphoric. The quick jerks to turn to different streets was his personal favorite part. He then attempted a new maneuver. He shot two webs to opposing buildings, and jettisoned himself upwards. He let go of the webs and let himself free fall and tumble down. At the last second, just as he was going to become street pizza, he thought of shooting a web from his foot, and lo and behold, it did so. His face just mere inches from the ground quickly ascended to normal height.

All seemed well and great until he heard a shrill noise in his head. He knew it wasn't from the outside; he could tell. The sound came to a head. Just then, he passes out. Sudden flashes just before he passed out were of this odd looking place. It was like nothing he ever saw before. He was in a maelstrom of lightning and thunder. Red, yellow, and blue lightning surrounded him. Then, a howling voice boomed,"Beware the breaches, you are chosen!" The last thing he saw from the images was a symbol or a crest. It was like some sort of a lightning bolt.

Raf awoke in a cocoon of symbiote above the library window.

"Sym, Sym! What the hell was that? Jesus, I swear to god if that was you again..."

"No, NO! That wasn't me this time. What happened to you? One second you were fine, our Spider-Sense went off, then you passed out. I swung you here to safety."

"I...I'm not sure, but I saw this place...it looked like the...the Speed Force from the Flash."

"Alright, what's the Speed Force?"

"It...it's this energy field from another comic book publication. Just like you, but it's from an entirely different multiverse. It told me that I was chosen, and to "beware the breaches", what ever the hell that means."

"Well, since I'm from another reality, it's entirely plausible that that reality can exist as well. And that this "Speed Force" is warning us about something coming."

Brrrriiiinnnnggggg!

"Look, we'll talk about this later. Seriously." Sym unbound Raf from the cocoon, and they hopped through the window. He ducked behind the couch, and Sym swirled around him reforming his outfit. And out popped his backpack already on his back. He zipped out the library out to his 5th period, and the day went on as usual.

Another chapter for you lovely folks, hope you all are still reading. I might take a while longer for the next chapter, just thinking on how to proceed with the story. But, fear not, I am not abandoning this story, and also, on a side note, I am looking for ideas for cool superhero names, so post your ideas in the comments' section, and hey, if I think it's catchy enough, I might use it in the story. (Name must reference the appearance of a speed-force endowed symbiote, or something to that effect.) With much regard, Mr. B.