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Chapter 1: Prologue

The police drove past Peter, sirens blaring, lights flashing. It gave him a bit of a headache, still not used to the enhanced senses his new powers gave him. He heard a shot ring out earlier, maybe it had something to do with that.

People clamored on the sidewalk, the police talking to a few witnesses. Peter watched with a hint of curiosity, but had no intention of sticking around. At least until he heard a familiar voice cutting through it all.

Peter rushed forward, pushing some people aside. "Uncle Ben?"

The older man sat on a park bench, perked up after spotting his nephew. "Peter!"

"Uncle Ben!" He gathered his uncle in his arms in a hug. "Are you alright? What happened?"

Ben chuckled, reciprocating the affection. "I'm alright. This hero saved me."

Peter's eye drifted over to the strangely dressed individual standing next to his uncle. They were head to toe in black except for the face.

The man wore a white kitsune mask, a dark blue-grey robe with grey lining and a fur collar, and a tattered grey-blue cape emblazoned with his personal emblem: a mandala comprised of nine reddish-brown circles of varying sizes atop a larger green-grey circle. After revealing his identity, he discarded the robe and mask, beneath which he wore no shirt, fingerless opera-length black gloves wrapped in studded red-brown leather straps, baggy black pants, and red-brown sandals.

This was a hero? There were big… needles? nails? strapped to the armband wrapped around their bicep. And that mask didn't look very friendly either, black with two little horns coming off the forehead. There was a white swipe of runny paint across the mouth to replicate a wide grin. Well, Batman was probably scary looking at first too.

"Just doing my part," the stranger said with a mechanical voice, giving Peter a nod in greeting.

"You have quick reflexes," Uncle Ben said, patting them on the shoulder. "Saved me from getting shot."

"Shot?!" Panic rose in Peter even with having his uncle safe and sound right in front of him.

"I couldn't stop them from taking the car," the stranger said.

Uncle Ben waved it off, and then took their hands in his own. "You've done plenty."

Peter approached the stranger and upon closer inspection, realized there was a sort of splattering of all different colors on the black outfit, like someone flicked rainbow paint on their mask and arms. The black gloves held in Uncle Ben's hands also had the same sort of colorful flecks of paint, or maybe a wild spray paint blast, on the fingertips. The silver glint of the thick metal cuffs stood out against their thin wrists. So this was what a vigilante looked like up close.

"Thank you for saving my uncle," Peter said.

The stranger met his gaze, strange how he could feel their eyes on him even without some semblance of eyes or eye holes on the mask. "I try."

There was an earthquake, a small one, but still strange for New York. The stranger looked up to the sky and took off without so much as a goodbye. Weird. Maybe it was a hero thing.

A hero… Could Peter do what that stranger did? Could he be a hero too? No, he had too much on his plate as it was and he didn't have time to be a hero between work and school, especially now that he was reminded of how limited his time with his family was.

There was another much stronger earthquake. The skyscrapers right next to him started to… have a seizure? It flashed through multiple colors. But they weren't in Time Square.

Peter hurried Uncle Ben to stand. Something was off. They had to get home.

Then the building in front of him started to sink. His eyes widened as a blackhole was seemingly growing at the foundation. The sky blotted in technicolors. Something was very wrong. Peter and Uncle Ben ran.

Peter spotted a familiar lanky figure sitting on a lightpost up ahead. "What's going on?" he asked desperately.

The stranger looked down at Peter. "The end of the world."

There was a flash of color in the sky and a strange vehicle dropped from a hexagon. It was some sort of tick or… spider? It opened up and figures dropped down around the building, holding strange devices.

Peter's head hurt. He was confused. Too many strange things happening all at once.

"Go home," the stranger said like they hadn't just told him it was the end of the world. "Maybe you'll have enough time to say goodbye to Aunt May."

How did they know about his aunt? "D- did you do this?"

They rose to their feet, easily balancing on the thin pole. Peter wondered if they were even human, with the mechanical voice filtering past the mask, the zero concern for Manhattan sinking. "No. You did." A small black hole opened up underneath them and fell headfirst into it.

Peter was reeling. Not only did he just watch someone throw themself into a blackhole, this was his fault? There was no way. He was just little Peter Parker. What could he have possibly done? His head spun, his mind spiraling. First they saved his uncle, then told him that the world was ending, and it was his fault? What was going on?

The sound of fighting erupted behind him. Peter whipped around to see the stranger impale one of the colorful costumed people on claws. That… was not very heroic. The person who saved his uncle had blood running down their arm. There was shouting, both from the group and from Uncle Ben beside him.

"Peter!"

He stood frozen watching the group throw punches and kicks but none of the hits landed on the stranger. One of them shot out a string or… a web? The same sort that Peter recently discovered shoots out from his wrist. This group of colorfully costumed people were like him. And they were getting their asses handed to them. The stranger who saved his uncle was murdering a group of people like him.

The sky was blanketed by every color but blue, the buildings broke down in technicolors. The group like him was dead at the stranger's feet. Now there was another tall figure standing next to them, the costume completely opposite from them; white with black spots. The world was ending.

For a brief moment, Peter considered doing… something. He didn't understand it. What could he do? Lowly Peter Parker. But he had powers too and–

The stranger tilted their head in Peter's direction. Yellows, oranges, reds, pinks, purples, and blues popped around the edges of their black suit. In near hysteria, Peter thought to himself, that in this very moment the costume design was fully realized, at the end of the world. They were a world ender.

There was nothing he could do. Peter Parker was no hero. He ran, dragging Uncle Ben behind him.

The world ending all around them.

Chapter End

Author's Note: Just a short prologue before we get to the main event.

Also, if you're thinking this is a superhero story, it isn't. This is a supervillain story.

Frankly, I'm bored of superheroes like Spider-Man. A bunch of self-mythologizing Autocrats.

Also, if you like the Spider Society, I suggest because I plan on killing, every Spider-Man and Spider-Woman in the Spider Society.

Next Chapter: Menma vs Miguel