The rain almost felt like acid on his face as he lay there beside the garbage bags. Miles was in shock. He could hear the sound of sirens and a burning house. He had done it. He had escaped, but what he had done to escape brought shivers down his spine.

An hour ago,

The chains burst as he hit them with a strong charge, dropping him to the floor. In an instant, he kicked the punching bag, hard sending it flying towards Uncle Aaron. Miles could only see red as he tackled the Prowler to the ground. His friends had betrayed him, his mentor had betrayed him, and worse, Gwen had betrayed him. Someone he had handed his heart to only for her to shatter it. The Prowler was trying to regain his footing as he slammed his gauntlet onto Miles' back. But Miles had no intention of stopping as they crashed through the stained window of the Prowler's base. Miles webbed the ground below and pulled himself downwards with greater speed as they launched into free fall, slamming into the Prowler and going at it like a madman, punching him over and over again. With every punch, he thought of all that had happened to him. O'Hara told him that he was a fake, an anomaly, not meant to have been a Spider Man. Like hell, if anything, it was Miguel who didn't deserve to be Spider Man. He chased after his own happiness and destroyed an entire universe, who the hell gave him and his posse the right to decide what's canon and what isn't? Nah, he was gonna make his own canon, and if it takes killing a few Spiders in his way, so be it. Killing? Wait, no, no killing, Spider-Man doesn't kill. Why? Cuz it's not canon? Wait, no, we don't kill without reason. Huh? Who's we? What's happening? Are these my thoughts? He opened his eyes. He didn't know when he had closed them, but what he saw was more confusing. Laying under him, on the ground, was him, but with...braids? Who was this guy? And then his consciousness returned as his brain did a full reboot, and it struck him what he'd done. He was sitting in a crater 2 feet deep that he had punched the Prowler through. Laying below him was the bleeding mess of Miles G. Morales, his mask long gone, as he stared with eyes wide open, horror-struck, at Miles. Miles retched and then threw up. Sure, he'd seen a dead body before, but this, this was his doing. Never before had he killed someone, not even the criminals he dealt with, and with his own hands, no less. He felt sick, extremely sick. As he tried to get up, he heard an awfully familiar voice, "Miles?" At the end of the alley they had fallen into, stood his mother, a laundry basket in her hands, trying to peer into the darkness.

He ran. He ran for as long as he could. It had started raining heavily at some point, but he ran through it all. He couldn't bear to face his mother. Especially not when he'd just killed her son. He ended up in a random alley with a dead end. He had tried to climb across the gate but had fallen flat on his back. He looked at his hands. They were shaking, why? And he realised his entire body was trembling. His head was shutting down as thoughts started flooding him. Run. Escape. Dad. Parents. Murderer! There is no way out. See you back at home, Spider-Man! An anomaly! He doesn't know any better! He's just a kid! No friends. Now you'll have no family either. Kill. Kill them all. He screamed and thrashed as his body went rigid and his brain shut down.

Help. Help me.

When he woke up, he felt haunted again. His actions, his isolation, it all came back. The only people he had left were his parents, but he had no way to go and save them. He curled up into a ball crying, bawling his eyes out. It felt like the world was out to get him. If only he hadn't been bitten, if only he'd walked away back then and let Peter stay back and use the goober, if only he'd never met Gwen.

They're to blame. They're the ones that took everything from you. Why not make them pay? You've got nothing left to lose anyway.

Huh? Where did that come from? Miles was definite those weren't his thoughts. Was he going crazy? He took a deep breath and it struck him. Was the existence of more than one Miles corrupting him, influencing him? But then wouldn't that apply to the entire Spider Society. No, wait. There were no Spider-Men with antagonistic copies simultaneously existing in the same universe. Was it because he was an anomaly? Was the simultaneous existence of what he could have been and what he became glitching into one? But what did that mean long term? Was this permanent? Was he going to become the Prowler? He was spiralling, he realised it too,but it was almost like he was imprisoned outside his body, like, like someone else was behind the wheel.

Someone touched his shoulder. "Hey, kid! What are you doing out her-?" Miles had turned around and slammed the person with a venom blast, but instead of flying a few metres away, 4 arms came out of his back, digging into the ground, absorbing and grounding the shock.

"Aw man! You ruined my suit!"

Author's Note: I hope you guys liked that. I hope to be able to publish atbest once or twice a month, if this chpater does well enough. I added OC because I wanted to add a Spider character of my own but theres like a couple of qualities from different Spider-Men that I want to use so, yeah. Thanks for reading!