Warning Sign
“Miles...”
“Miles...”
“Miles..”
“Time to wake up my child.”
Miles shot up from his sleeping bag. His eyes blown wide like a cartoon, his body sweaty. He looked around, for a moment afraid of his unfamiliar surroundings. Oh right. The church. He was at the church. He glanced over at Gwen’s sleeping figure. Even in sleep she was up tight. It reminded him of a statue the way she laid so still. If it wasn’t for her moving chest he would’ve thought she was dead.
Miles rubbed his eyes tiredly, letting out a loud tired yawn. He felt compelled to fall back asleep but when he tried he heard somebody say, “Miles.” The teen jumped up, standing defensively as he looked to the source of the voice.
Right by the door a woman. Miles felt his body go cold when he realized who this woman was. Her dark brown eyes, black hair, olive skin, and rose scent that filled the room made Miles stomach turn. He’s seen her before. In dreams mostly.
“Do not fear my child. I’m not here to cause you any harm,” The woman stated.
“Who are you? W-What do you want from me?”
“You know who I am Miles,” She stated as she took a few steps closer. “You’re the woman from my dreams,” He told her, glaring.
“Yes...and No.” Miles face scrunched up in confusion. “The woman you see isn’t me. She is somebody else. I am simply borrow her form when I speak to you.”
“We never spoken before,” Miles pointed out. Surely he would’ve remembered that.
“Your human brains are always complicated things. Pushing back unwanted memories,” The woman told him vaguely.
“What is that suppose to mean?”
“You were always a smart child, I think you can figure it out.” Miles felt his defenses drop as the woman walked up the steps and stood across from him. “Though since you seem to be confused, let me explain myself.”
Miles glanced at Gwen who was still fast asleep before back at the woman.
“I am many things young spiderling. I am the past, the present, and future. The creator of life itself.”
“Oh great,” Miles muttered sarcastically.
“I’ve known you for a long time Miles. I was there during your creation, your first breath, your first steps, and for your fifth grade science project where you blew up the laboratory because you got distracted.” Miles blushed at the memory. He shook his head. ‘Stay on track,’ He told himself.
“Point is young spider, you and I are connected. From the moment you were born.”
Miles shook his head, not believing anything he was hearing. How could he? This woman just randomly appeared claiming to be some sort of god or something.
“I’m not a god. Not really,” The woman pipped in, “I’m more of an..energy.”
“An..energy?”
“Have you ever heard of the Spider-Verse?” Miles hesitated before shaking. “Imagine the idea of multiple realities. All with different stories and choices, different Spider-Men and woman.”
Didn’t seem too far fetch if Miles was being honest with himself. In fact he wasn’t even surprised. Why wasn’t he feeling shocked by the news? He asked himself.
“See in the middle of that, keeping it all together, watching, creating, keeping order is me. Or technically the energy around it, which is what I am.” The woman gestured to herself. “I see every past, present, and future. Providing insight on destiny's when needed.”
“Why are you telling me all of this?”
“Because from the moment you were born, you had a strong connection to me-to the Spider-Verse. Though granted, there are others with stronger connections out there...but in this universe you have the strongest.” Miles didn’t even notice how close the woman was now. She brown eyes digging into his very soul filling him with a strange warm.
“Your mother knew this.”
It felt like a stab in the chest at the mention of his mother. “My mother?” He felt like a small child asking for his mother.
“There’s so much you don’t know child,” She stated, “and I do not have much time till I have to return.”
Miles wanted to ask more about his mother like how was she like, was she pretty, was she nice? However nothing left his mouth.
“There’s a storm coming,” The woman spoke up when Miles didn’t speak. “In this storm you will find pain, hurt, loss, betrayal, lies and the truth. All of this will lead you to make a choice. A choice that will determine your destiny and who you’ll be.”
Miles looked up at the woman. Her eyes were no longer on him, her body faced away from him. She began to walk away when Miles suddenly blurted out, “Wait! How will I make the right choice?”
The woman stopped glancing back at Miles.
“When the time comes you’ll know whether you made the right choice.”
Then like that the woman was gone. Leaving Miles alone in the dark church.