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Chapter 1-2

"Eh eh, eh," Miles Morales sung. He absentmindedly colored on his sketchbook, humming to the beat of the song blaring through his headphones. 'Sunflower' by Post Malone and Swae Lee.

"Needless to say, I keep her in check, she was all bad girl, nevertheless, calling it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck."

"Miles."

He closed his eyes and became lost in the beat, humming and bobbing his head to the beat.

"Miles!"

"Crash at my place, baby you're a wreck. Ooh."

"MILES!"

The young boy jumped out of his skin and snatched off his headphones. "Yeah?"

"Are you ready?"

The young boy had been jamming in his room for the better part of ten minutes, doodling on his sketchpad that he completely forgot to pack up his backpack for school. He nervously looked at the door. "Thirty seconds, Dad."

He closes his sketchbook and runs to his bed. He grabs his backpack and stuffs all his essentials inside. He counted the textbooks to make sure he had the right number. He went into his closet and removed a jacket and pulled out a pair of shoes. Once he was all ready, he pulled the backpack over his shoulder and ran out of the bedroom.

His father was pacing around the living room, buttoning up his police uniform while his nurse of a mother finished packing his lunch.

"Get a move on," his father urged, "pronto."

"Yes, Dad."

He quickly ran into the kitchen, grabbed his lunch, and stuffed it into his backpack. He quickly reached over and grabbed the last two toaster strudels his mother made.

"Papa, diviértete," his mother told him.

"Con gusto, mamá," he replied back.

He ate his two toaster strudels as he hopped in his father's police car. Miles looked out the passenger window and licked his lips as the car drove past people walking their way to school.

"So, how's school going, sport?"

Miles looked at his father. "Eh, it's going good. Nothing too major."

"How would you rate it to your last school."

Miles sucked his teeth. "It's definitely less organized." He rested his jaw on his knuckles. "No uniforms, no quiet hallways, none of that stuff."

"Kids treating you right?"

"Well, there is this one mean kid named Ryan but he doesn't bully me."

"You should tell him your father's a cop." He couldn't help but smile. "Maybe that'll teach him."

Miles shook his head. "No thanks, Dad, I don't want everyone to know I have a cop for a father."

"What? Are you ashamed of your father's occupation?"

"No, I'm not ashamed, I just don't want kids to treat me differently because you're a cop."

"Alright. If that's what you want, I won't bite."

They pulled up to the front of Midtown High and Miles opened the door. "Love you, Dad."

He shuts the door shut behind him and starts running up the stairs before he made it halfway up, he was frozen in place by the sound of a megaphone.

"I LOVE YOU TOO, SON."

Miles cringed and looked over his shoulder. His father was using the cruiser's speaker to talk to him and the students around Miles darted their gaze between him and the cop car.

Miles awkwardly waved to his father as he sounded the police sirens before driving off.

The kids looked at Miles and laughed at him

"That's some dad you got there!"

"Rich boy, Miles!"

Miles rolled his eyes and started climbing up the stairs. When he made it through the front doors, he met up with his best friend known as Ganke Lee.

Ganke walked up to Miles and held his hand up with a smile. "What's up, my man?"

They slapped hands. "Nothing much." He tried to take his hand off of Ganke's until he noticed something.

His and Ganke's hands were stuck together. "What the heck?"

"Aw crabs." Ganke tried snatching his hand back but his hand remained stuck to Miles's. "Remember what to do when this happens?"

Miles nodded. "Yeah. Just relax and-"

The school bully known as Ryan passed by them. He looks at Miles and Ganke holding hands and sneered.

"Queers." He scoffed and walked away.

"Ignore him," Ganke urged. "Remember, relax and slowly remove your fingers from my hand."

Miles nodded again and took a deep breath, relaxing. One by one, he removed his fingers from his friend's hand and flexed his fingers.

"Man." Ganke leaned in to whisper, "I wish I had spider-powers like you."

Miles whispered back, "Get bit by a genetically engineered spider and we'll be superheroes together."

They walked to their homeroom to start the day off.

Cafeteria

Lunchtime, my favorite time of the school day. Delicious chicken sandwiches, apple juice, tatter tots, fries, and those Rice Krispie snacks for dessert.

David chuckled as he was finishing one of his stories to his group of friends. His social group included his girlfriend, Felicia Hardy, his best friend and his girlfriend, Eddie Brock and Anne Weying, and three more people in his group he didn't bother to get to know. He only knew them as Daniel, Trevor, and Saul.

David caught his breath from laughter and he resumed his story. "So Felicia and I are traveling with my Mom to the circus and there's this short boy guy there, he wasn't a midget or anything but he was short enough to look like a fourteen-year-old, and I said, 'Hey kid, where are your parents?' He looked at me with a crazy look and said, 'What are you talking about, I'm thirty-seven years old. Where are your tickets?' I told him that the tickets were with my Mom and she was getting us drinks. I said, 'Where are your tickets, junior?' He said 'I work here, where are your tickets?' I said, 'I asked first. You can't just pretend to be an adult who works here. Admit it, you're a toddler.' He got furious and he ran out of sight, came back two seconds later, with a baton. I said, 'Ooh, junior's got a baton.' He threatened to kick me out if I didn't show him my tickets and told me not to underestimate him because of his size. I said, 'Oh, you're smaller than me, I hadn't noticed.

"I picked him up by the baton and swung him around like one of those medieval weapons with a chain and a ball with spikes."

The others laughed.

"And Mom comes back thirty seconds later and she tells me to put this little guy down. I let him go and Mom shows him the tickets. He has no choice but to go into the circus and he lets us through."

Felicia laughed. "Can I tell the best part?"

"Have at it?" David leaned back in his seat and resisted the urge to put his feet up.

Humor, that's something humans REALLY love. Toss a dog a bone and they'll gobble it up like there's no tomorrow. With the exception of Felicia, Eddie, and Anne, I could care less about every walking sack of flesh in this school. Eddie, Anne, and Felicia, ESPECIALLY Felicia, are the only people I don't mind hanging around. Everyone else is just camouflage so that David the Deadly looks like a normal human being.

David looks over at Felicia as she finished telling the story.

Everyone was surprised when Felicia and I became a couple and they were surprised that my circle of friends had increased. In ninth and tenth grade, I would only hang out with Eddie, Felicia, and Anne but I increased my circle of friends a few days ago. I told everyone that I was coming out of my shell and they all ate it up like a T-Rex eating a stegosaurus.

Felicia continued. "I took a chance and lifted him above his head with the baton and I kid you not, his pants fall down, and get this: he was wearing an adult diaper."

Felicia's bad luck powers are what caused that person's pants to fall. God, I am so infatuated with her and her quirks.

The group of kids broke out laughing hysterically. Their faces turned red and they patted each other on the back, the ruckus attracting the attention of other students in the cafeteria. Some random bystanders started laughing along as David nodded and crossed his arms over his chest.

David Dante, the seventeen-year-old junior who came out of his shell and is making friends. Who in their right mind would suspect such an up-and-coming kid to be the murderous Spider-Man.

"Man," Eddie laughed, "I wished I was there. I wish I could've seen that."

Felicia looked at him suspiciously. "You want to see an adult man in adult diapers? Man, you have weird desires, Eddie."

"I'll say," David backed up.

Trevor laughed. "You and Felicia are perfect for each other, David."

David sarcastically clapped his hands. "Someone give T-Dog here a cigar to smoke."

"None for me, don't want to set off the fire alarm."

"God I hate fire alarms," Daniel inputted. "They're so fucking loud. Hate the way they blare in my ears."

"You're preaching to the choir," Saul agreed. "Having a fire drill while it's snowing outside? What kind of fucked up shit is that?"

"Fires can happen anytime," Eddie reminded, "even during the coldest times of the year."

"So sad. Fires can happen in snow but it can't snow in Hell."

David shrugged at Saul. "Have faith, Saul. Have faith that it'll snow in Hell one day."

Human teenagers are all the same; all of them. They're just a bunch of deadpan snarkers who talk about sex and what they experience on their own time.

Trevor held up a hand. "Are you guys going to go to that Christmas parade? Anybody going?"

Eddie raised his hand. "I'll go."

"Ooh, you going to sit on Santa's lap and ask him what you want for Christmas?"

"I don't think Santa's lap is going to support Eddie's weight," Daniel suddenly said.

"I know." Eddie flexed. "I've been going to the gym, lately. Me and David have been doing benchpresses."

"Yeah," David agreed. "Chicks dig the guns. Comes in handy when they help your girlfriend move into her new home."

And a convenient excuse as to why someone like me suddenly has muscules.

Anne tilted her head at Felicia. "You moved?"

Felicia nodded. "Yep, last Friday. Got a new place in downtown Manhattan. A penthouse."

"Sounds fun."

"Yeah. When it warms up, you and I can go swimming in the pool."

"You have a pool?" Trevor's eyes went wide. "How rich are you?"

"Enough to give people the equivalent of 45.6 billion won in Korea and still have enough to spare."

The others looked at David with Trevor asking, "You are so lucky to have a rich girlfriend."

David shrugged. "I'm not dating her for the money." He looks over at her, his eyes taking a quick look at her rear before meeting her eye line. "What Felicia and I have matters more to us than money."

Humans are such cynical creatures, always thinking people are in things for the money. Felicia and I aren't dating because of the money, we're dating because we love stealing and killing from those who deserve it.

"You can act humble all you want David, but you're nothing but a gold-digger asshole."

David turned to the new source of the voice. David rose to his feet and stood eye-to-eye with Ryan.

Ah, Ryan. When I was in ninth grade, there was a trio of bullies called Allan, Robert, and Oliver. Ryan is Alan's younger brother. He's still bitter because he correctly suspects that I had something to do with his brother dying. I ACCIDENTALLY choked him to death and made his death look like he killed himself.

"Nice to see you again, Ryan. Lost your mind and need me to find it?"

Ryan glared at him with his teeth bared at him. "How can a fucking reject like you have a group of friends? Admit it, you're only fucking Felicia because you want her money. Either that or you're fucking her because of her looks."

David looked at his girlfriend before turning back to Ryan. "Jealous much because you can't get a whore to suck your dick if you paid her a billion dollars?"

"Sticks and stones, David."

I wish I had sticks and stones to break his bones.

"Hand me a stick and a stone and I'll show you how many bones I can break," David warned.

"You don't want to fuck with me, David. I'm spending another Christmas without Allan because you killed him."

"What makes you think I killed him?"

"You were the last person he went after before he died. You may fool everybody but I know the truth. You killed my brother, dipshit, and I'm going to make your life a living hell until you admit it."

David shook his head like a disapproving father. "How banal of you to resort to violence. Your brother did go after me but whatever happened to him is his own fault."

Ryan got up in David's face. "Fuck you." He looks over at Felicia. "I don't know how a bitch like you could have fallen for a piece of shit like David. A woman of your beauty deserves more than this insufferable cocksucker."

Felicia smiled slyly and rested her temple on her knuckle. "So sad that someone as depressed as you resorts to namecalling to try and get his name across."

David held his hand up. "Leave him alone, Felicia. Can't you see Ryan is nothing but a young boy trapped in a teenager's body? His brain is underdeveloped."

Ryan sneered and bit his lower lip. "I know what you're doing… and I'm not going to fucking fall for it. You're trying to bait me into fighting you so I can get suspended. I'm not getting detention over winter break. No fucking way."

"Hey, knock it off."

The teeners looked to see Miles and Ganke carrying trays of food standing near them.

"Stop fighting," Miles urged, "just…stop."

Miles Morales, fifteen-years-old, transferred from the Brooklyn Vision Academy private school. He is half-black, half-Puerto Rican. His father is Jefferson Davis, his mother is Rio Morales, and his uncle is Aaron Davis. Smart kid, I will admit, given how he went to a private school and then transferred here for reasons unknown. Given that his father is a police officer, he can either be a tool or a threat. Better to stay on his good side. His friend, Ganke Lee, on the other hand, is beyond useless.

Ryan's eyes went wide with anger. "You're that new kid who transferred from Brooklyn Vision Academy. You're that one fag with the cop father. You think you're better than me, Brooklyn Vision, I'm going to enjoy tearing you a new one!"

Before Miles could retort Ryan smashed his hand against Miles's food tray and dropped it with a clatter. "Stay out of my way, Brooklyn Vision, or I'll break every fucking bone in your body."

He walked pasted Miles and Ganke, bumping shoulders with both of them before walking out of sight.

David sighed before getting down to help scavenge what he could of Miles's food tray.

That's it, pretend to be such a kindhearted person so I can have him wrapped around my finger in the future. Anyone with a cop for a father will be a useful tool in the future.

David picked up his apple juice and Rice Krispie treat. "I'm sorry about your sandwich."

"It's okay," Miles told.

Eddie jumped in and said, "You know, there's a five-second rule for eating food off the floor."

"Pretty sure that food has been on the food for ten seconds," Anne told. "I wouldn't eat it."

David took out his wallet and handed Miles a dollar. "Here, go buy yourself another lunch tray."

Miles took the dollar. "No, I can't take this. It would be-"

David took the dollar back. "If you say so but you'll be starving."

"If you insist." Miles took the dollar. "Thanks."

No, thank YOU. That money I handed you was looted from one of my victims. Who knew that one could make a living looting off of the violent criminals they killed.

"I'll pay you back," Mile promised.

David shook his head with a smile. "No worries, man, I had the change to spare anyway. You can pay me back by making sure your belly is full of food."

"Thanks, man."

Miles walked off to get another food tray with Ganke following him.

Humans are so easy to manipulate. Shower them with kindness and compassion and they'll follow you like a dog. Man, I've really been making a lot of dog analogies.

His spider-sense went off.

Really, now of all times? SHE is triggering my danger radar of all times?

His eyes focus on a woman in the corner of his peripheral vision. An Asian girl with short black silky hair with a bang in front of her right eye stared at him. She wore a raglan shirt with a gray chest and black sleeves along with a black pair of pants and shoes.

David looks at Felicia before looking back at this girl. He stuffed his hands in his pocket before marching over to meet this Asian girl. When he got within two feet of her, she gestured with her head to the hallway and began walking. He followed.

They turned left at the end of the hallway and they walked into the janitor's closet. When they were both sure no one would be overhearing them, they leaned up against the wall.

David kept his hands in his pocket and put one of his feet against the wall. "Hello, Cindy Moon."

Cindy Moon crosses her arms over her chest. "Hello, David Dante."

"I noticed that you've been staring at me like I killed your dog. I haven't even touched a dog in the last two months."

I used to put down dogs at the pound but humans became a much lovely replacement for creatures to put down.

Cindy rolls her eyes. "I see what you're doing to the new guy."

"Who? Miles Morales and his friend Ganke Lee? What have I been doing to him?"

"You're being nice to him."

David clicked his tongue. "I didn't know that being nice was such a crime."

"It is when you are being nice. Leave Miles alone, he is not a tool for you to use."

Cindy Moon, seventeen years old, Korean-American, son of Albert and Nari Moon, older brother of Little Al Moon, and technically, the first person to be bitten by the genetically engineered spider. That spider that bit me bit Cindy on the ankle as it was climbing out of the glass box it was trapped in before it bit me.

"I'm not going to hurt him if that's what you're having a cow about," he reassured. He cocked his head at her. "Tell him for all I care."

She shook her head disapprovingly. "I can't believe a mass murderer like you became Spider-Man."

David stares at her with a blank expression on his face.

Aside from Felicia and Mom, Cindy Moon is the only person in the world who knows that David Dante is Spider-Man. It still baffles me that she figured it out not like a detective or by blind luck, but because of our spider-sense.

David eyes her up and down.

Cindy Moon pretty much has all the powers I do with a few unique abilities of her own. Instead of being super-strong, she has reflexes and agility that surpass me. Additionally, her spider-sense is far more advanced than mine. We've both been spider-people for about two years but there is one difference that makes me superior to her: I have two years' experience under my spider-belt.

And she is the neighbor I would watch get undressed from time to time.

"Even I can't believe but believe it, C." He points at her. "Remember the promise you made?"

Cindy looks away. "I'm starting to regret making you that promise."

"When you were ten years old, you were abducted from your family in the dead of night. Traffickers from overseas put you and a couple of other girls in a bunker waiting to be sold. Every other girl in that bunker was sold with the exception of you. You spent five years in that bunker in total isolation, with no one to talk to, no one to interact with, no one to socialize with. All you had going for you was you slowly going crazy and crazy as the days went by. The only reason you escaped was because of me."

David walks toward her and grabs her chin and forces her to make eye contact with him.

"Our first field trip in ninth grade, we go to the National Museum of History. I stray off from my group and find the door leading to the basement where the bunker was hidden. I open it up and you came crying in my arms. We called the police and without batting an eye, your parents arrive and you fall into their embrace. It is because of me that you were reunited with your parents and brother. Call me a murderer whatever, but you owed me one and you made a promise the day our spider-senses alerted us of the other's presence."

Cindy looks away once more.

"Do you remember what you said?"

"Because you saved me, I won't reveal to the world that David Dante is Spider-Man," she recited.

With his face devoid of any expression, David nodded. "Correct."

"I still don't approve of you. I don't approve of you killing people. A real hero doesn't kill people. I never should've made that promise to you."

"What are you going to do, out me?" David tilts his head. "When you think about it, it would be better if you didn't out me."

She eyed him suspiciously. "And why is that?"

"Because…" he hissed, "I have a lot of enemies. I've killed a lot of people and because of me, supervillains like the Green Goblin and Octavius have started to become a reality. People will be out for blood if they knew who I was. Not just the police but criminals. I could care less if my identity was outed, it would just mean I have nothing left to lose but don't forget about my mother." He watched her body language closely for any signs of nervousness.

She's avoiding eye contact with me. She's scared to death of me.

"My mother lost her husband two years ago and I am all she has left; her son. If you out my identity, then all my enemies will come after her and a woman's innocent blood will be on your hands."

"I'll protect her," Cindy protested.

"Will you now? So does that mean you'll out me?"

"I won't out you but I won't let you continue to kill people."

Already having an answer backed up, David smiled at her. "Cindy, have you ever wondered something?"

"What?"

"Have you ever wondered why the police put minimal effort into catching me?" He doesn't wait for her to take a guess. "It's because the police see me as a necessary evil."

"You're just evil."

David shook his head. "No, I am necessary evil. While I may kill people, I only kill violent criminals during active crimes. I still go out of my way to save innocent people from dangerous situations, whether it involves criminals or not. And let's not forget Green Goblin and Octavius. I could've let them do their thing but I went out of my way to put them down like rabid dogs and because of me, I saved countless lives."

He leans in until he could feel his warm breath bounce off her cool cheek. "The Green Goblin is a superpowered being who slaughtered and massacred innocent people. The police couldn't stop him but I did. And Octavius with his mechanical arms and whatnot went AWOL from the FBI, kidnapped my girlfriend, and became too dangerous for the police to catch. I dispatched him, permanently." His smile widened slightly. "Think about it; regular humans are no match for people like the Green Goblin or Octavius. I am."

He touches foreheads with her. "Haven't you heard of the Spider Act?"

She nods. "A truce the mayor made with Spider-Man that when there's a new supervillain in town that the police can't catch, all police will cease trying to arrest Spider-Man until he has dispatched of the supervillain in question."

He held a finger up and touched her lower lip with it. "Exactly, Cindy. I may be evil but in the grand scheme of things, the police would rather have me killing criminals than killing the innocent. You may not like me killing criminals but I am, how does Batman say it, 'the hero that New York City deserves.'"

"But not the one it needs right now," she pointed out. "That was the end of that quote."

"If you hate me and my way of doing things, why haven't you tried to stop me? Why haven't you put on your Spider-Girl costume and tried to stop me?" He wasn't asking a serious question and he knew that she knew. "It's because that while I was spending the last two years of my life swinging on spider-webs, you were locked up in your room, only learning how your powers work instead of actually using them. You may be faster than me and have a far greater spider-sense than me, but you don't have experience."

He grabs either side of her head with both hands, fingers softly digging into her silky black hair.

"And that is the difference between you and me. You're more than welcome to try and attack me but we both know who will win in the end."

He pats her on the shoulders softly. "You're doing the world a solid by not telling the world my identity. And my mother as well."

"Just don't use Miles like a tool," she snapped at him. "Stop using people as a tool."

David shook his head. "That's like telling a religious-born person not to be religious. Think baby steps like telling me to only use people as tools every other day instead of every day." He chuckled before turning to the door. "Y'know something, C, I could've easily outed you and saved my own skin, but I didn't. D'ya know why?"

"Because I'm a tool?"

"Well, you are a tool but it's because I like you." Even he was shocked he said that. "I think the spider biting us made us mates or something but for some reason, I feel instinctively drawn to you. And we're of like-minded people, that's why I won't out you. Even if you attack me right now, I won't hurt you."

The bell rang.

"Time to get to class. See you around, Cindy."

David walks out of the janitor's closet with his hands tucked back into his pockets.

Instinctively drawn to her? Hah, that was a good one. I do feel an attraction to her but my seeing her as a tool overrides my seeing her as a mate. If I'm ever in jam, she could always be there to help me out. If there's a supervillain I can't murder, she can always help me. Wow, what a week this has been.

David reunites with Felicia in the halls as everyone started going back to their classroom.

I have a Miles Morales tool who is the son of a cop and I have Cindy 'Spider' Moon as my potential sidekick in the future. And on top of that, I have a date coming up between Spidey and Black Cat.

He grabs Felicia's kiss and pulls her into a kiss.

Man, what a life I have had.

With Miles

Miles and Ganke finished throwing away their plastic food trays and were on their way to class when they accidentally bumped into the janitor.

The janitor was a tall man with long blonde hair and a faint beard growing in. The janitor looked over at the mess Miles left when Ryan smacked his food tray. Miles rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"I'm sorry I didn't clean up my mess earlier, sir," he apologized.

The janitor held a hand up. "No worries, Miles. You should probably get to class."

"Thank you, Mr. Reilly."

As Miles was about to leave, Mr. Reilly grabbed him by his shoulder. "Please, Miles, call me 'Ben'."

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