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Geometric shapes tumble toward us, rectangles, hexagons, octagons, dodecagons, all merging, blending, making sense, like a way cool 3-D spider Screen Saver. The geometric shapes suddenly align themselves and flatten out, muscle and bone fortifying in density, not so much growing larger as the cellular tissue is multiplying and creating tighter connections. Tendons become more elastic, and blood flow is more intense. An energy glow similar to that of the spider begins to engulf the internal structure of Miles’ body, building to critical mass until Miles’ eyelids fly open.
Miles’ Bedroom
He sits up in bed, looking around in the darkness. He's strangely energized. He climbs out of bed, still uncertain as to what's happening to him, but knowing that he feels better than he's ever felt in his life. Inexplicably, even to himself, he finds himself walking toward his window. He opens it and begins to climb out of it.
Morales’ Household
Miles climbs out of his window and onto the rooftop of the apartment complex, using the fire escape. He feels the night air against his body, and a smile comes over his face. He walks to the edge of the rooftop and then sits, looking out over the neighborhood. He can't make sense of the sudden power he feels surging through his body. Miles leaps- effortlessly bounding a height of 7 feet, leaps over his house, and then next, landing on the second closest building. He lands instinctively in a spider-like crouch. Looking over, he is now fully in the grips of his newly acquired strength and begins to move throughout the neighborhood, jumping from roof to roof, trying each time to extend the distance of each leap.
Next Day: Morales Household, 7:30 A.M.
"Miles! Get up, you're gonna be late!" "Wha… alright!" he replied sleepily. "I mean it, get up!" "Alright, I'm up…" said Miles as he slowly rose from his bed and walked to the bathroom, and started getting ready for the day.
10 minutes later
Miles turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Whipping the steam from the mirror, Miles stood in shock and awe of what he was seeing in front of him. "What the hell… Since when do I have muscles?" said Miles out loud. Staring back at Miles was his own reflection, but not one he recognized, because Miles Morales was never this physically fit. Miles's body had gone through a radical change; no longer were his arms thin and flimsy, they were lean and muscular, almost doubled in size, the same for his chest, abs, and legs, almost zero percent body fat, and nothing was overly muscled either everything was lean, coiled, and detailed. Miles smiled to himself while he was flexing in the mirror.
After getting dressed, Miles went downstairs and greeted his mother, who was busy cooking breakfast. "Morning, Mami." "Morning Kiddo, how are you feeling today?" "I'm feeling Amazing, Mami!" "Good, then you won't mind picking up a few things from the grocery store." "No, I don't mind, Ma," said Miles with his mouth full. "Thank you, sweetie, here's the list, now hurry or you will be late for the bus!" said Rio, kissing her son on the forehead. "Okay, okay, I'm going, see you later, Ma!" said Miles, getting up from the table and grabbing his book bag, and heading for the front door. "Oh, and Miles dear, do you think I should go back to washing you clothes, because it looks like you clothes have shrunken a couple of sizes…" said Rio, "Ummmm that's okay Mami I accidentally put these clothes on the wrong cycle no biggie, but thanks anyway see you!" said Miles quickly going out the front door. "Have a good day, Mijo!" said Rio as the door closed, knowing her son did not hear her.
Brooklyn Visions Academy, 8:30 A.M.
Miles walks the halls, awkwardly trying to pull down his pants that are now suddenly too short for him. “I gotta get new pants.” His strut is interrupted by a high-pitched whine that stops when he bumps into the girl from the bus. “Oh! Are you okay?” “What? Oh, you… I don’t know your name.” ‘Huh, I thought I told you in Physics class, my name is Gwen.” Miles clutches his head, “Are you sure you're okay…?” Gwen asked, growing more concerned. “Y-yeah, it's–” Before Miles had a chance to explain, the school bell rang. “Oh, well, that’s the bell, see you around.” Gwen smiles, walking away. “My name is Miles, by the way!” he yells across the hall. Gwen turns around, still smiling.
Chemistry Class, 9:00 A.M.
In the middle of a chemistry lecture. Miles wears safety goggles, opening his notes to a blank page. He writes down: ‘Abilities/Powers’ at the top of the page. He writes down all the things he’s able to do; Ganke rolls over in his chair toward Miles, who is scribbling in his notebook. “What are you doing?” Flustered, Miles quickly shuts his notebook. “N-nothing.” Miles’ voice rises a little in volume. The girl sitting in front of Miles and Ganke turns around and shoots them an irritated glare. “Sorry,” Miles quietly apologizes.
Cafeteria, 12:30 P.M.
“Sixth period, Thank-God, I am starving,” thought Miles as he entered the lunchroom. So far, the day has been going like any other day in Miles Morales' life, except now and again, every time he passed people, he heard some whispers behind his back. Even as he stood in the lunch line, he could still hear the whispers. “Is that Molases?” “I thought he got bitten by a spider.” “Bruh needs bigger clothes.” The last whisper caught Miles by surprise as he sat down at a table and started to eat his lunch, but his peace was not a long one, because suddenly his lunch was shoved off the table by none other than Roderick Kinsley. “Not today, Roderick…” Roderick stayed quiet, leaning in. “You got bit by a spider, and then you come back lookin’ like you've been taking steroids,” said Roderick menacingly. "Is there a problem here, Mr. Kinsley?" Said Dr. McCoy as he stood behind Roderick. "No, Dr. McCoy, no problem, just a friendly chat between friends." "It better be; now on your way, Mr. Kinsley." "I’ll find out the truth, one way or another," whispered Roderick, letting Miles go and going to sit at his table. Dr. McCoy smiled and left. Miles sat back down in his seat, losing his appetite, and he began picking at his food. Gwen passes him, slips, and her feet fly out under her. Miles' reflexes are at work, and he moves at lightning speed, up and out in front of her, catching her tray with his left hand, and dropping his right shoulder just enough for her to grab onto. “Are you okay?” Miles asked, looking down at Gwen. “Y-yeah… I’m okay.” She regains her balance, looks at him, impressed. “Great reflexes.” Miles shrugs nonchalantly. She turns and walks off, across the cafeteria. She looks back over her shoulder, smiles, and then sits at a crowded table; Miles notices Roderick eying him from across the Cafeteria. Miles sits back at his table.
Brooklyn Visions Academy – Montage
A math teacher in front of a formula. “Who can solve this for XY?” A logic teacher in front of an Elaborate proof. “And that is known as a syllogism.” Miles walks back and forth across the hallway. Each time he is holding more paper and books in his arms, getting more and more weighed down. Miles fidgets as he looks at the clock. Fingers drumming the desk, foot tapping on the floor until finally, the clock hits 3:00 P.M. and the school bell rings. The bell barely stops ringing before Miles reaches the front steps of the building. Looking around to check if anyone’s watching him, he leaps over a fence taller than himself without touching it.
New York City, 3:13 P.M.
Getting into a runner's stance, Miles started running, and with a great and powerful leap, he sailed through the air and to the next building. "Whoooo hoooooo!" he yelled when he landed on the roof of the building. “Okay, yeah, definitely enjoying the powers,” thought Miles. Taking another running start, he jumped to the next building. The more he practiced, the more confident Miles became using his powers; he began to do somersaults and back flips in the air. Resting on an apartment building, Miles noticed there was a steel pipe lying on the roof. Walking over, Miles picked up the pipe and bent the pipe with ease.
"Yes, super strength, jumping extremely far, not to mention I can climb walls…" said Miles to himself. Looking at the next building, Miles noticed it was a bit further than the others, and he might not be able to make it, but he also saw a flagpole about midway in the air. "You got this…" said Miles as he ran and jumped to the flag pole, but the second he was in the air, a familiar buzzing sensation happened just like the time before he bumped into Gwen. As soon as Miles grabbed the Pole, it snapped, and he began to fall. “CRAP!” yelled Miles as he fell with the pole still stuck to his hands. Miles landed in a trash bin in an alley. "Ow…" said Miles from inside the trash bin. “Definitely didn’t have it,” said Miles, sitting up in the trash bin.
New York City, 7:45 P.M.
Miles found himself making his way home to Harlem after taking a day to experiment a little with his powers. “Recap: Super Strength, Heightened speed, heightened reflexes, agility, durability, can somehow sense incoming danger; now the million dollar question is: what to do with them,” thought Miles as he entered the small mini market to get the things off Rio's list. Walking into the mini market, Miles passed by a boy, the store clerk, an old lady, and an attractive, tanned-skinned woman with long black hair. "Let's see… eggs, milk, bacon," whispered Miles to himself as he stopped and picked up each item. Miles was reaching into the freezer to get the eggs when he felt the buzzing sensation go off urgently. “Crap…” Suddenly, a shotgun went off, dropping his items. Miles crouched down and pressed against the food rack to hide himself from sight. Looking across from his hiding spot, Miles caught the eye of the boy from earlier, hiding as well. “You, come from around the counter and join us front and center,” said a voice, aiming his shotgun at the man as he came from around the counter. "Now the three of you on your knees and hands behind your head," said the voice as he aimed the shotgun. "P-p-please don't do thi–" the man shot the old woman in the chest. “Did I say you could talk!” the man yelled. “You know what, fuck it.” Before he could pull the trigger, he felt pain on the side of his skull, because the boy who was arguing with the clerk snuck up behind Kasady and hit him with a broom he had found. "Augh!" yelled Kasady as he fell. The Tanned-skinned woman, reacting on her cop instincts, quickly dove after the man and the shotgun. She and the man began struggling for dominance over the shotgun while on the ground. Using her knee, the woman began driving her knee into the man’s stomach as hard as she could. Trying his best to ignore the pain, the man head butted her and went to pull out a knife in his pocket, but he was hit again in the head by the boy with the broom, which made the man fall onto his side again. “I hate kids!” The man grabbed the kid by the ankle, dragging him to the ground. The man plunged the knife into the boy's back, killing him. “YOU BASTARD!" yelled the woman, jumping on the man’s back, pulling off his ski mask, revealing Cletus Kasady. Kasady grabbed the woman’s wrist, tossing her overhead. "AUGH!" she yelled. Looking to the side, the woman grabbed some candy and quickly turned and threw it at Kasady, momentarily stunning him. While stunned, the woman kicked him in the testicles and then tripped him. Still in pain, she began to slide after the shotgun, but then she looked up and saw Miles’ reflection in the freezer glass door. "Hey, kid, slide the gun to me NOW!" yelled the woman. Broken out of his stunned stupor, Miles realized she was talking to him. "Wha…" said Miles. "The gun slide it to me, NOW!" she yelled again. Miles crawled from his spot and grabbed the gun, but he heard the woman scream. "AHHHHHH!" she yelled, feeling a knife go through her leg. “You just had to be the hero!” yelled Kasady as he stabbed her in the back over and over and over until she stopped moving. “Chaos…” said Kasady, smiling through his bloody mouth. Miles had a sudden flashback to the alley with Jefferson. Kasady looked up and saw Miles, “You grew up…” Kasady took his knife and aimed it. “Ready to join your father?” Miles saw the knife coming and reacted quickly, running out the back of the store. “You little…” Kasady quickly got up and ran after him.
Kicking the back door open, Kasady searched the alley for Miles, but he didn't see anyone. "Fuck where did he go?" growled Kasady when his cell phone rang. "WHAT!" he yelled into the cell phone. "Good… pull around to the back of the store on 7th street, hurry up," he continued, closing his cell phone.
Miles sticks to the wall above, staying out of sight, watching as a car enters the alley, watching as Kasady gets in the car and speeds off into the night. Miles climbed down the wall and landed on the ground. “H-how does he know about my father?” Miles thought to himself. Opening the back door of the store, Miles slowly made his way back into the store, and he had to recoil a little a the carnage that Kasady had brought upon the little grocery store. "My God…" Miles whispered. "FREEZE RIGHT THERE, DON’T MOVE!" yelled police officers as the police finally showed up at the scene. Miles reactivly lifted his hands in surrender.