A.N:
Some characters may be out of character, but I'll do my best while using the artistic licence everyone has their own copy of.
Also I forgot a disclaimer: I do not own the original content this fanfic is based off of. This work is just for fun and removing my ideas from my brain for some peace before new ones crop up.

Chapter 2: Awakening

Spider-Man's P.O.V

The first thing I was aware of was the shifting sensation of grittiness.

"Sand…" The stray thought came from nowhere.

The next thing was that I was only taking quick, extremely shallow breaths.

"Breathe!"

I obeyed the internal command and attempted to take a deeper breath, only to be rewarded by a painful constriction in my chest. I coughed reflexively, and what must have been at most half a litre of seawater came pouring out of my mouth. I took another breath and this time I was rewarded with a set of burning lungs and a clearer mind.

"Right, first things first. Where the heck am I?"

I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't open them – any of them. I lifted one of my arms and gently scraped at my elongated face with my claws. Salt soon fell from my fur in clumps, judging from the vibrations.

"Wait…claws…and fur…? CLAWS and FUR!"

My eyes shot open, unrestricted now. I bolted upright and let out a yell…only it wasn't a yell. It was a…screech? A shriek? My vision was all strange too – I was seeing multiples of everything in hexagonal frames. What was this? I scrambled backwards into a roughly upright position and lifted a hand up in front of me so I could see it.

It wasn't a hand I saw.

There was a vaguely palm-shaped centre with three half-centimetre thick curved claws attached to it from small stumps that may have once been fingers positioned at the top of the appendage. An experimental wiggle proved that they weren't as flexible as normal – they were able to curl forwards, but not enough to reach the 'palm', instead forming a rather loose grasp.

Snapping out of my morbidly shocked curiosity, I scrambled over to the sea to look at my reflection. The sun was partially covered by a cloud, but the glare coming from the sand and sea still hurt my eyes terribly.

My reflection was most certainly not 'normal': I had a longer face with three sets of glowing red eyes, three sets of nostrils, two holes in the side of my head for ears, two claws on my (now slightly triangular) feet, four extra arms, fur everywhere and two sharp, white chelicerae near my mouth. Inside my maw were slightly curved, serrated teeth, a long, pointed tongue (when I stretched it, it came level with my clavicle) and a few molars at the back of my mouth. I had some torn and faded red and blue coloured clothes on, with what looked to be a black line pattern (webbing?) over the red parts, with a couple of symbols on it. I also had what seemed to be some sort of bag on my back.

This was so not normal. I was terrified.

"What am I?! Who am I?! Where am I?!"

I clutched my head with my top set of claws as my breaths came short and fast. Stumbling away from the water, I fell to my knees. As if waiting for me to ask those questions, a dam in my mind seemed to break. Memory after memory crashed through me, and with them, obviously came information.

"Aunt May, Uncle Ben – my fault – MJ, mother, father, locations... A house? A massive sprawling city. New York! M-my name… I'm Peter Parker, nineteen years old, my birthday – the fifteenth of August, science – lots of scientific knowledge, lessons at a university? Wow, I was really into that stuff… I am better known as Spider-Man, the vigilante/superhero of New York. There was something wrong with me… I had faulty genes – a mutation disease, writhing in agony in a muddy riverbank while still humanoid, mutating, running, power plant on a cliff overlooking the sea – what? – cables, electricity, pain, falling, water, darkness…and…and…nothing.

"Come on! I know there's more…! Nothing. Damn it!"

My eyes opened again and I found myself back to lying on the beach. The sky was a bit darker now. I pushed myself up slowly, resettling with the cascade of new information in my brain and realising I had passed out with the episode.

"I must have collapsed onto my side. And I have amnesia… Great."

But…I had become the monster I was so terrified of. As far as I knew, I was stuck like this, but there were still so many holes. That small amount of information could never make up an entirety of one person's life –

I groaned. This entire thing was so exhausting. I wanted to sleep, to escape from this nightmare, my body aching as well as my head – from what, I didn't know. I would find out later. I couldn't sleep though, not yet at least. My spider-sense encouraged me to move – to find shelter and warmth. The surrounding temperature was slowly becoming freezing.

"Oh." I groaned again. "Spiders are cold-blooded."

It was too dizzying to stand on two legs as normal, but catching myself on three sets of arms before I hit the sand again felt…more comfortable, at least. I definitely had to get moving. Had to find warmth. On all eights, I ran.

(5 days later, at the X-Mansion.)

3rd Person P.O.V

An elevator rose from the lower floors. A red-headed woman and a blue-furred ape-like creature exited, chatting quietly. "Why do you think the Professor wanted to see us Hank?" the woman asked the other.

"I do not know Jean," he replied. They walked along carpeted corridors in silence until they came to an office door. The blue-furred one – Hank – knocked.

"Come in," called the seemingly untroubled owner of the voice.

"You wanted to see us Professor?" asked Jean. A bald man in a hovering golden machine turned from looking out of a large window on the opposite wall to face them.

"Yes," he answered. "Have you seen the latest news reports?"

"Yes, there was a major power cut that somehow led to an explosion at a power plant on the coast," she replied with a confused frown. "But what does that have to do with anything? Should we be concerned?"

The man sighed. "You should not be concerned about the power cut or explosion. You should be concerned – as I am – about what caused those to occur."

A pause.

"Do you know what caused that to happen, Professor?" asked Hank.

"…Not exactly." Xavier shook his head. "Did you not sense something Jean, about a week ago, when the event occurred?"

She hummed in thought. "Well…I had a sudden unexplainable headache for a while, but other than that, no."

He nodded. "I had one as well. However, it was more severe. I have been using Cerebro to investigate, and now believe that it was a new mutant mentally calling out for help when they were in pain."

"A new mutant?!" they both exclaimed.

"Professor, do you mean to say that this new mutant was…electrocuted?" Hank ventured.

"I am not sure," the Professor replied, shaking his head. "But when I tried to search for another signal, their trail disappeared."

"What do you mean the trail disappeared?" a somewhat rough voice growled from the doorway. Jean and Hank turned sharply, startled.

"Yeah, aren't we supposed to help new mutants? Why weren't we alerted 'afore now?!" another voice called.

"Logan, Remy," greeted the Professor.

"Not just them!" a young, female voice chirped. And with that, the rest of the X-Men walked into the (now crowded) study. The team consisted of a young girl with black hair dressed in a yellow coat, a man with light brown hair and wearing red-tinted sunglasses, a coloured woman with flowing white hair, another young woman with red hair that had a few white strands and was almost completely covered in clothes, a rough-looking man with sideburns and some stubble on his chin, and finally a man with dark brown hair wearing a long brown coat. Alongside Jean and Hank, these people were known as the X-Men – a team of mutants who help humankind, even though some humans hate them.

"Jubilee, Ororo, Scott and Marie." Professor Xavier nodded. He lamented silently that the others would have certainly picked up on recent behaviours before a private meeting was called. This response could be expected from his students. "Very well. I suppose I can tell all of you at once."

"Please do," grunted Logan, who was still leaning on the doorframe.

"I trust you heard what I told Hank and Jean a few moments ago?"

"Yep!" the girl – Jubilee – answered.

"Very well, I will continue from there. Please, take a seat, all of you," he requested, steepling his fingers, ready to begin.

(Later, in the Blackbird.)

"Hey! Urp, Cyclopes! Enough already!"

"Fine Jubilee," said Scott, laughing. "We'll go back to base now." The Blackbird pulled out of another dive and turned smoothly to head back to the X-mansion.

"Phew," Jubilee sighed as she looked out the window. "So, do you think the new mutant is okay?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure. I-I mean I'm not sure how they're doing. They were electrocuted from what we can gather, but still, I'm sure the Professor and Jean would have sensed if something bad had happened," he continued hastily, seeing Jubilee's panicked look.

She nodded, relieved. "I just hope they are okay, wherever they are."

"Yeah, but seeing as this mutant has went dark, they have to have a great mental defence. Heck, Jean and the Professor can't even find them while using Cerebro. They're tough, they'll be fine."

She glanced out the window. "But they're alone out there…I still hope we can find them though and maybe – AAH! CYCLOPES!" she yelled as the Blackbird did an unexpected flip.

"Hahaha! That was hilarious – ouch!" he yelped as Jubilee hit him on the shoulder.