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Chapter 1: Prologue

Location: Earth 42

"Your father, not ours."

The words resonated in Miles' mind as he was tied to the punching bag, his Earth 42 counterpart's prowler fist dangerously close to his face. He looked around the dark warehouse looking for anything to help save him. He could hear someone talking in the background but couldn't tell who and what they were saying.

Tools could be found scattered around the cold concrete floor and the the metal shelves, all out of reach. Not to mention, Uncle Aaron was also nearby, ready to strike within a moment's notice. Was this really it? He would be killed by himself.

"Listen to me!" yelled Miles 42, powering up his claws to knock Miles' out of his trance.

"Huh?" said Miles.

"I said how the hell did you get here?! You're clearly not from this world!" Miles 42 spit on Miles. "And don't even try to lie to me."

Miles placed his fingertips on the metal chains holding him stuck to the punching bag, absorbing as much electricity as he could, doing his best to act weak.

"Umm, well you see..." he started.

"Get to the point!" Miles 42 shouted, motioning with his glove.

"Ok, ok!" Miles struggled against the chain. "I travelled here through a portal. I thought I was going back home but ended up here instead!"

"Portal?" said Miles 42, getting closer.

"Yes!" Miles responded, "I didn't mean to disturb you or show any disrespect, I just want to get out of here peacefully."

Ignoring Miles' pleads, Miles 42 asked "And how could I make one of these portals?"

"I can't do it anymore, it was a one-time thing!" Miles screamed, feeling the claws caressing his head.

"I think you're lying," said Miles 42, suspiciously.

"I think you should eat this!" shouted Miles.

He subsequently blasted the electricity he had absorbed from the metal chains at Miles 42, using his venom shocking powers. The room was filled with the noise with cracking lightning and a bright white. Both Miles' were blasted backwards, Miles 42 flying into a concrete pillar and Miles being released from his chains and flying into a brick wall.

The room was filled with blinding dust and Miles could not feel his head. On second thought, he couldn't feel anything, and it felt like the whole room was shaking. His ears were filled with a constant, loud ringing.

Miles attempted to stand up, but couldn't tell the difference between the roof and the floor and collapsed back down. He could feel his hearing slowly returning, recognizing Uncle Aaron's screaming. Miles contemplated if he should even stand up in the first place. How would he get away when he was injured like this? The downsides of going solo.

Knowing it was then or never, Miles stood up again. Managing to grab onto a window ledge to stay on his feet. He grabbed a wrench on a nearby shelf, smashing it against the warehouse window. To his surprise, it shattered instantly. He peered over the ledge, seeing there was nothing below except a dark city street.

But before he could fire his web shooter and swing away, he was struck in the leg with a metal object. Gasping in pain, he fell back to the floor only to see Miles 42 lying on his stomach, grabbing his own leg in pain.

Miles attempted to kick Miles 42 with his good leg, hitting his shoulder, but instantly felt a sharp pain in his own shoulder. He winced in pain, heaving himself up over the ledge and firing his web shooter anywhere, just to get away from the building. He didn't have time to reflect on the fact that they had identical injuries.

He looked back at the warehouse, seeing the silhouette of Miles 42 in the window, yelling something unintelligible. Not being interested in finding out what he said, Miles continued swinging away from the site, feeling the cold wind and rain pouring over his wounds. He did not stop until his arms started aching and it felt like he would lose his grip and fall.

Eventually, he made it to his favorite spot, the Williamsburg Bank Building. In this world, it looked like the building had long been abandoned, as the normally pristine façade had algae growing all over it. Many of the windows had also been shattered over the years, and it looked like the entire building was gutted.

It was a sad sight, but Miles needed something to hold on to his past, so he landed on top, taking in the dystopian view of the city. Smoke was rising from everywhere, and smog filled the air. It was also much darker than what he was used to, perhaps because many had no access to electricity.

This was the first time Miles had time to think for an eternity, and taking in the sorrow view of his beloved city amplified his emotions. He took the time to take in what had happened the past day.

His entire world had been turned upside down in the duration of just a couple hours, first with Gwen arriving to his world and telling him about the spider society. Oh, how he had longed to be a part, to belong, to feel wanted. But it had all turned out to be a lie, his expectations of it at least.

As it turned out he was the "original anomaly," whatever that meant, so the only logical thing to do was to lock him in a cage. He had been dangerously close to capture many times. It had been such a disappointment, finally seeing the other spider people and then being told he was not one of them, that he was different. Always the odd one out.

And what of the betrayal by Gwen? He didn't know if he could ever forgive her, the way she had tricked him into coming to the spider society just to get captured. She had known all along about his predicament, but done nothing, avoiding him for months. It was painful. He started to question whether they were ever really friends or if she had just been using him. To think he had ever liked her.

But worst of all was what he had learned about his father. That he would die in two days, and there was nothing he could do to stop it, at least not now that he was in another world.

Two days. How long of that had passed now? How long would it be before he could return to his world? Would he ever?

Negative thoughts filled his mind. It took every fiber of his being to avoid letting the tears out, but being exhausted from the day's events, he passed out on the ledge of the building. The hard concrete floor would have to do for the moment.

Chapter End

Author's Note: This is my fan-version of the Beyond the Spider-Verse that hasn't come out yet.

I've seen a lot of people on A03 and Wattpad write their versions and I wanted to write my own.

I hope you'll enjoy this story.