Too never see again
Hurt.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts it-
Stop.
Make a plan, make a plan-
She couldn't make a plan, she couldn't fight her way out of this one, she really couldn't, she couldn't talk her way out either, she tried.
She tried so desperately, to somehow make her voice sweet over the cackling in her chest every time she breathed, to try to get sympathy as she choked and coughed on blood, she tried to relate to him as she saw blood poor out the massive wound on her stomach.
Nothing worked, nothing worked, nothing worked.
She was going to die, one way or another, no, no, she couldn't afford to think this way, miles has to be alive in this universe, but you weren't sure how different he could be, his uncle, nothing like how miles described, older too, gray on his face in a way he never got to have in Miles' dimension.
"Miles"
you thought, suddenly emotional as you peered at your self in the mirror more, no longer breathing normally, you could see you chest move up and down rapidly from the struggle to breathe, your body desperate and panicking.
"Miles, miles I can't do this, I cant save you."
You felt tears well up in your eyes and hot red grief hit you, but grief for you, miles or his dad, you could not say. Miles and you had grown quite close as he spent numerous months finding his way back to HQ to try and convince Miguel to make him part of the "spider-club" as you dubbed it, secrets, laughs and much too long touches exchanged between you two. The thought of you and miles even crossed your mind before you shooed it away, miles was like your little brother you tried to convince yourself, and your 17, sure barley turned it but 18 is close and Gwen, think about Gwen!
Gwen was the reason you where even able to get away at with being at HQ Gwen was your friends any day over miles and she needed you right now more than ever, Gwen was-Gwen was the reason you where even here, in this position. Sudden rage ran through you and made you lightheaded, but it was probably blood loss, even Peter b. Didn't defend you-
Hurt ran through your body as uncle Aaron grabbed the punching bag you where tied to and turned you around to face him, your vision becoming disoriented and sickening.
"You didn't hear when I was talking?"
Fear ran through your body, uncle Aaron had earlier had scrapped off the piece of your arm off next in an attempted to intimate you, which did but now as the weight of the situation settled, you realized in all actually if he decided to use his prowler gear on you, you would not survive the hit you could usually take.
Pain made your body numb and your mind slow but did not take aways the fear and anguish of your situation, maybe miles didn't really know who is uncle was- Miles bring up Miles, you can play your way out of this,if you pretend to know this earths Miles, Rio recognized you, it didn't make sense she would but she did, you existed here, you could do this.
"I-"
Blood poured out of your mouth suddenly, like a fucked up water spout.
Aaron just peered at you, an unreadable expression on his face, "You didn't fucking hear me?" He said almost casually, but it ran shivers up your spine.
"No, no, I- Aaron please- I already told you, you know me please"
He never knew you, you never set your eyes on him the same way he never set eyes on you, drawing and stories the only hint you ever got he was even alive.
"You know me huh" he said, spinning the punching bag and his deep chuckle echoed through the room and it became harder for her to hold head.
"Then you know you should be afraid"
She knew that, she knew that,
This whole set up was to make her scared, he didn't even have to hurt her, she was already weak and injured, he strapped her hands away and feet away to make her feel helpless, then her Infront of a mirror to make her realize she really was, she was afraid and couldn't think straight and-why wasn't she dead?
No really, why wasn't she dead with injuries like these.
It didn't make sense you couldnt feel or use magic right now, which should be impossible because magic is everywhere, if you couldn't feel magic there was something wrong with your body, which there obviously was, with the gaping hole in your abdomen. Magic ran through your body naturally, but for the longest time you couldn't push it out, beside your natural genetic makeup of superhuman strength and near impenetrable skin, in dire situations magic kept you alive.so there was magic still running through you even though you couldn't feel it, at this point you should be dead, so it was there keeping your heart pumping, you just had to find it.
The spinning stopped and with the sudden realization, you had some sort of chance, your vision sharpened.
"He told me", your voice sounded unrecognisable to you " he told me how you didnt want to do the things you did but- but you had to, I- fuck- I understand, I've had too-"
"You know what, you're talking to much"
He turned around and put his arm out to punch you, while you shifted to put your head out of the way, the side of the bag exploded, the sharp movement pulling a flinch from you.
"I know it's hard, with your brother gone, but I understand, I've lost-",your voice cracked and you weren't sure if it was from the stickiness of blood in your throat or the pure emotions and desperation you where feeling "I've lost, so much, given everything to what I do and im-im trying to stop miles from losing everything too, I'm trying to keep him from knowing how unfair life is, I have too-" Your vision went white a, magic, you felt it, it was here. You had to somehow get it to you, into your blood and veins.
"I have to get to Miles and help him save his dad"
Silence followed, and only his heavy footsteps where heard around you.
"I know you don't want to be the Prowler uncle Aaron"
I sudden blow to punching bag behind you, you fucked up, you shouldn't have called him uncle, it was too familiar, as if you grew up with him around and- no, it's something else, you couldn't explain it but instinct is instinct, and whatever magic you had gave you that, The Prowler was going too-
"Who said I'm the Prowler?"
And at that very moment not a single thought went through your head but the familiar pull of energy that you'd been trying to get had finally rested in you, you forced your mind on your wound, the bleeding slowing down, and you immediately put almost all the magic you felt towards whatever internal problems you where having, right now this was your anchor for what you thought was coming now, the fact you had the smallest chance to get out of here was the thing you body got drunk on. If Aaron wants the prowler then-
Aaron threw his gauntlet at a figure that landed on the floor, you recognized his posture immediately, the person out the gauntlet on easily, this wasn't- this couldn't-
"Jefferson, he's alive"
"W-what"
Despite the fact you had magic working through your body to heal you, the struggle of doing it in the shape you where made you feel like you where lucid dreaming, almost drugged out.
"Your Miles's father, you said he's still alive?"
This was him, your miles, your little brother right here but not him.
"Yeah, yeah"
You almost whispered, even with the mask filtering out his voice your mind could still hear the slightest glimpse of Miles
"Who are you?"
You asked even though you knew the answer. His mask retracted of his face to reveal miles, but miles with a face you couldn't recognize, hardened, eyes more sunken in and skinny, braids on his head and stance more sure and almost cocky of himself, a stark difference to the almost bouncing movement of miles usual stance.
"Me? I'm Miles Moráles, but you can call me the prowler"
His speech pattern, more drawn together and not as proper sounding as Miles sounded, which you suspected was because of the way his dad spoke and a small hint of an accent.
"You've gotta let me go or your dad is going to die Miles"
You said sudden stillness and determination in your voice, there's no way they didn't notice the obvious improvement to your health, especially the sound of one of your lungs collapsing earlier. You stared at him right in his eyes, but not mistaking for a second he was anything like the Miles you had grown so fond of.
"Not my dad"
he said almost dismissively, seeming to state nothing but fact.
"Please, let me go"
His face finally seemed to give birth to an expression other then analysis, a face of certainty.
"Now why would I do that?"
He lifted up his hand gauntlet tall and brooding, and pressed it into a fist and his hand glidded next to your face, slowly slicing your cheek open. He looked at you with an expression you could not explain.
They weren't letting you go.