A Bloody Shrine [Spider-Man (Miles Morales)]

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Carnage

"The City That Cannot Sleep."

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It was a rather dreary afternoon in New York. People were rushing past to avoid the impending rain, their business meetings canceled due to illness or something along those lines. The general populous never truly cared for one another in a deep way before, not really having the time for it. The hustle and bustle of the day was far more important and made them far too busy for them to worry about the well-being of their neighbors.
This worked to a certain nefarious individual's favor.


Within one of the apartments on this street, a tragedy happened. A tragedy that involved a family and their newborn child. Those people have since moved on, getting their respective happy (or sad) endings. A new family lived here now. One with a happy couple and their young child. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was bad luck, or perhaps they should have figured something wrong would have gone wrong with living in a home previously attacked by a major super villain, but their screams were short-lived. In the middle of the day, not many were home, but the ones who were took note of them. The authorities were called, but they waved off the problem, thinking it was just a child yelling in the home.
Oh how wrong they were.


The scene was graphic, to say the least. The first woman was draped over the fan with the skin on her arms and back opened like angel wings, her slack head hung low with blood dripping from her mouth. The second woman was discarded in a pile of viscera on the floor in the corner, her entrails seeming to be the only thing needed. Hanging from the person's chest was a crude design of the Spider-Man logo made of severed bits of intestines and fingers. Something to make note of was this Spider-Logo was not that of the original Spider-Man. It was the logo of the newest Spider-Man on the scene.


The most shocking part of the scene was not the shrine, it was the dead boy in the corner. Young, though his age was undiscernible because his face was taken and much of his skin was peeled off.


The police were called days later.

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SPIDER-MAN

I just came to my senses (Yeah)
I stay in another dimension
Fear is non-existent
Suit up and swing through the city (Ooh, hey)

Annihilate, I'm wide awake, be very afraid (Afrai-


The music would cut out as Brooklyn's very own Spider-Man would get a ping on his app, created uniquely by his good friend Ganke Lee. It seems there was a crime scene going down by 8th street and Avenue O. A sight Miles would have strange familiarity too.

"Isn't that, nah it can't be. Better go check it out. Just gotta be careful around the police. Especially dad..."

A few minutes later

Spider-Man would soon swing onto the scene, noting the familiarity of his surroundings. The building with the one broken window, where a young infant was thrown out of a year past. Skinless was the monster that committed that act long ago, so it was a terrifying coincidence that a repeat of that scene seemed to play out here once again. This particular building may remain abandoned for years to come now, probably assigned a "curse" by the local residents nearby.

But that's not what concerned Miles. He needed to see further inside, to where the police were the most concentrated. He needed to see what went down. Activating his camouflage before the police could spot him swinging by, he carefully swing through the one busted window. It seemed whoever the attacker was, wanted to recreate this gruesome scene beat by beat. At least on the outside. Inside was a bit different though.

If Miles wasn't used to death by now, he probably would have gagged on the scene. The smell had tha disgusting sweetness to it, like something rotten and wasted to the core. Blood was practically everywhere, with the one body of a young boy carefully tossed into a corner. His skin entirely ripped off.

And of course, the Spider-Logo up top. But not of the other Spider-Men and Women. No, this was his logo. Miles' own spray painted logo.

"Great, some creep fest did this whole f**k**g mess just to get Spider-Man's attention. Whose you think he's looking for?"

"McAfee, you know exactly who he's looking for. This is in Brooklyn and it's that logo. He's coming for the New Spider-Man."

"Damn, new kid's been here for barely over a year and he's already made enemies. You're probably right Jeff. These Superheroes do bring more trouble than they solve."

"This isn't the time for talk like that. There's a kid who died here, so show some goddamn tact! We need to figure out who caused this."

His father was not far from Miles' presence. Deciding he needed to not disturb the crime scene too much, he'd quietly jump up to the ceiling, crawling silenty above. But it would be there that he'd see a message written in blood, etched in it seems by some sharp object with blood acting as the ink.

"Come replay your worst memories little Spider.
We're here where you first let that tower come tumbling down..."

"Tumbling down, isn't that...I gotta get there quick." Spider-Man whispered quietly to himself.

As he attempted to gently deattach from his ceiling, his father would suddenly look up. His spider-senses couldn't detect the ones closest to him, ones he's been around for ages. That was an issue, especially when his father was also a cop that wouldn't hesitate to arrest Spider-Man. Nearly falling on his father as Jefferson called out to his partners about the message he just spotted above, Miles would shoot two web-lines out the window and quickly zip past.

Davis would then note the sudden appearance of web-lines and yell out ""SPIDER-MAN IS ON THE SCENE! CALL FOR YOUR BACKUP! SURRENDER SPIDER-"

"Sorry Officer Dav-I mean Officer Morales. Pretty progressive on the name change! Good for you man! Anyways, sorry gotta go! See ya later d-I mean bro!" Miles would say in a gruffer tone of voice to his father.

"What the-how'd he know I legally changed my name-I mean, wait SPIDER-MAN!"

Jefferson would barely see the Spider swing off as his camouflage barely worn off. He was now off to the next scene, which coincidentally had an alert from the app pinged off from there. There were a group of strange people, throwing molotovs at the newly rebuilt building that had nearly been destroyed by Skinless' gang not to long ago there.

"Shoot it's him! It's gotta be Skinless, right?"

Miles would pull out his phone and start calling his friend Ganke mid-swing. He'd hope his friend was awake to provide assistance. <...yawn, bro it's late man. Don't you got classes tomorrow to deal with? How do you have so much energy to keep swinging around all the time?">


"Forget about my shitty sleep schedule! Look up the news. Anything about a breakout. Maybe about Skinless escaping prison!?"

<"Oh alright, alright! I'll look it up!">

Ganke would quickly pull up his laptop at home, looking up any searches of upcoming prison breakouts. It was concerning how often it seemed to happen at the Raft and Rykers, but thankfully, there was no mention of Harry Pizer breaking out of prison.

<"There's been some breakouts, but no mention of Skinless Man anywhere. Why'd you ask Miles? What's going on?">

"It's nothing man. Get yourself a good night's sleep. I'll see you tomorrow"

Miles would hang up the line and rush quickly to the next scene. He needed to get there quick, or else there might be another repeat of that building coming down like last year. That's something Spider-Man can't allow to happen.

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Carnage

"Come Out Little Spider."

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On The Scene...

There were what some would call goons, many would call victims, but all would call terrifying. Moving about were around twenty people housing small amounts of symbiote that held a death grip on their bodies. The symbiote was pulling their skin so hard that it was tearing the skin on their faces. Though there was very obvious tears of blood streaming down their faces, they were moving as well as oiled machines, moving about mechanical parts to some sort of contraption.

"We need to hurry! The spider will be here soon!" One would hiss, each word tearing the skin of their face more.

"If you want it done faster, why don't you f**k**g HELP!" Another would snarl as they continued to move.

"I'm keeping watch, you dipshit!"

"Enough!! If you two keep arguing, you're going to give us away, you dolts!"

"I'll dolt you, you... Dolt..." They grumbled as they continued to bring the mechanisms together for the big reveal. It had to be a good one.
And a good one it would be.

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Spider-Man

It had felt like ages since his battle in Brooklyn involving Skinless' gang. A careless member firing off an rpg shot that nearly topped a building. Miles had to summon all of his strength and then some just to keep the building afloat to get everyone out. It was a miracle he somehow found a way out of that himself.

"Don't tell me he plans on doing highlight reel of all of my worst moments in life. Not in the mood to relive that again. Was sore for weeks...."

As our recalled the horrific events of seemingly long career as a hero (even though it's been barely 2 years), he found himself soon swinging upon the sight of the building, finding a strange sight in the process. People taking footage, others running for their lives, all away from this new gang of strange individuals, carrying parts of a device straight into a building. Though the parts they were carrying wasn't what caught Miles' eye, but rather the strange look upon their faces and the strange red tendrils slightly protruding out of their skin and clothes.

"Oooookaaaay, that's not weird at all..."

He needed to interrupt whatever the hell they were doing, and he needed to do it fast. Best shot to do this was with a web-strike. Firing a web-line from up above as he swung on in, he'd pull himself in fast and hard for a powerful punch across the jaw of the first goon to knock him down. He'd then use his other hand to push off his body to continue the combo, firing another web-line at another goon to pull quickly towards that foe.

Zipping in, he'd pull himself in for a fast drop kick with both his feet to knock that man down. Knocking that foe down, he'd quickly follow up to web up the downed foe as his back slid across the concrete from the initial momentum from the last web pull.

However, as he tried to turn around, he'd see the first goon he had punched earlier stand up quite quickly, and he'd barely realize the guy he had webbed up earlier had started to tear through the webbing. He needed to hit them harder if he wanted them to stay down.

Especially as the other goons outside the building had started to swarm him. "Alright, time to bring out the big guns."

Charing up his hands with bioelectricity, he'd shoot out close range sparks at the concrete below to boost him forward. The charge would shoot out around his body like an aura, zapping the goons that tried to jump upon the young hero to knock them back. He'd boost forward then to grab and flip around another goon ahead him about 20 yards away, committing to a flipping throw at another goon to knock them down. The man whom he threw would carry the charge Miles had earlier, passing it along to the goon he was thrown at, causing a large zap-like reaction to knock them both down.

Miles wouldn't even notice the red goo trying to spread out within their bodies suddenly dissipating after the large sparks of electricity from that earlier attack. Two of the goons were down for the count now and Spider-Man wasn't stopping.

He'd fire another spark out from his hands to boost fast towards another goon, landing a fast electric kick that knocked that infected woman away. The sparks would cause the other goons to also get knocked back, with 2 more criminals getting directly hit by her flying body feeling the brunt of that electricity. Those 3 goons would feel large electric sparks, causing the red goo to suddenly fry within their bodies, freeing them from whatever control they happened to be under.

That meant 5 people were out for the count, leaving 15 left, though Miles wasn't fully aware of the whole number given their were some in the building. The rest started to get a little wary of the hero, realizing his electric attacks were quite the threat.

"I got a bit more than left in the tank! Come on then! You guys working for skinless! Y'all fit the look and the vibe. Y'alls skin practically looks like it's about to rip out of your face....Ew, uh, maybe y'all need to get that checked out?"

He still didn't realize what his electricity had done earlier, nor does he realize these people are under someone else's thrall just yet. For now, he needed to get out of this circle of men, before he gets surrounded. They were definitely tougher than the usual thug, given one was able to tear out of his webbing earlier with ease, and the other shrugged off his head on punch with the full momentum of his web-zip.

He figured camouflage would be the way to go, to sneak out of sight from these goons and regain his charge. He could launch about 2 to 3 more attacks like that before a slight breather, but it'd help to not be surrounded immediately in the meantime. Activating his invisibility, he'd commit to a flipping kick to a nearby thug that was in his way, figuring it'd be an easy attack to land and knock the man away for the opening.

However, this thug would actually catch the kick while Miles was invisible.

"Uh what?"

As he was awkwardly upside down with his leg caught by the foe, another thug would kick him in the chest to knock him straight towards the ground, causing his invisibility to short out. The other men would then swarm Miles, landing several vicious blows in the process. Could the hero weather the storm and make a comeback? Or is this the end of our new Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man?