Jake POV:
5 minutes. In 5 more minutes the year 2007 will come to an end. We were at times square with our loved ones counting the last seconds. Rose's hands clasped with mine as we counted down. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Fireworks blasted off towards the sky illuminating the sky with colorful flashes of light. Beneath the beautiful lights Rose faced me and kissed me.
So did Spud and Stacey, Trixie and Kyle as for the others they are single but it looks as if there is something between Danika and Nigel but it's none of my business to speculate. We were back at home and all of us gathered at the kitchen for a cup of hot cocoa. There it was, a moment of tranquility from the hustle and bustle of our unique lives but that moment was short lived as the upper part of our ceiling started to techno-glitch.
A hexagonal shaped weird green portal started to form over our head. " No need to draw your weapons." Dad assures and right to his words a bunch of Spidermen and woman falls on our granite counter with a sickening thud. " Hmm, a bunch of Arachnid hominids. They'll make a nice science project." Says Haley. " Um, please don't talk about dissecting us when we are still alive." Says the one with a baby.
" Hmm, spandex with patterns, masks with weird eyes, weird enzyme based fibre dispensers on the wrists. Aha, you all are some weird vigilantes who sacrifice everything that matters in your lives for law and order only for that law and order to betray you and the criminals go scot free by pleading insanity. So, you guys are naive men and women who think witty one liners are the key to world peace." Says Jake while he cracked his knuckles.
" You don't even know us and yet you're literally verbally attacking us. Not cool kid, not cool." Says the hooded white one. " Is he wrong though? Also, why is that one carrying a child that is scaling our ceiling?" Says grandpa. " Hey, can someone get me out of these magnets on the fridge?" Says a punky looking one who's face was attached to the fridge's magnets.
" Ooh, is that hot cocoa?" Says a colorful looking one with an Indian accent. " The technologies here are incomprehensible, it's as if I'm in the domain of a digital god." Says a holographic one. " Um guys, a little help? My mech's frozen by an AI cyberattack." Says a childish animated voice. " Peter B. Parker, Peter Parker, Peni Parker, Peter Porker, Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Margo Kess, Mayday Parker either quiet down or die." Came dad's icy voice and that shuts up everyone and then comes the wave of denial and excuses.
Dad doesn't move and yet they're contained within isolation cubes and their dimensional travel watches are floating in a neat line in front of dad. They're surprised as their spidersenses didn't warn them of the incoming traps. " What can be given can also be taken." Says dad. " Um sir, we don't mean any trouble." Says Hobie Brown of all people.
" No one wants trouble and yet it takes one bad day to become the very embodiment of trouble." Replied dad while he dissected the jury rigged travel watch of Gwen Stacey. " Jakearooni, call your friends I think it's time for a multiversal road trip." Says dad.
Gwen POV:
I am in some kind of isolation cubes along with the rest of the gang but we aren't glitching probably thanks to the weird energy containment cubes. I start looking around to see if I can find some form of emitter only for that hope to be crushed by an answer. " Those cubes are made of isolated pieces of space time, don't bother looking for an emitter." Says the woman who looks incredibly familiar. My brain started to work overtime and suddenly it clicked. " Susan Luong Long." I whisper.
" Yes?" Asks Mrs. Long looking up from her coffee. My friends looked at me with a brief period of stunned surprise and then everything started to click in place for them as well for they have seen the show or at least some variation of it. " Mrs. Long we don't want to cause any trouble for your universe, we just want to save a friend." I plead.
" Miles Morales that is stuck in Earth-42?" Asks Mrs. Long. " Yes, yes. We need to help him." I replied. " Do you have the guts to kill, Gwendolyn?" Asks Mrs. Long as she puts beverages inside the cubes. Her question dumbfounded me and then I realised just how bad the universe Miles is stuck in must be. " No." I whisper.
" Listen, all of you are marching towards your deaths and Jonathan knows that. So, we are going to help you cut a path of blood and gore to your friend and no you don't get to refuse." Says Mrs. Long with a smiling face. " Uh, listen all of us saw the show and sure there were some moments where Jake did kill his enemies like the Strigois or the tooth fairy assistant but I don't remember you guys being this violent.
" Says Peter B. Parker while motioning towards Haley where she was sharpening Struggling Resolve. " Soul. The spiritual fuel that burns continuously to run the biological machine known as the body is just like all other forms of energy. Can't be created or destroyed only be given different shapes. This is our second lives.
The entire Long family are reincarnated people including our friends. Dad lost us in his past lives to LGBBQ scumbags. We were raped and murdered while dad was away. From the ashes of despair rose the Stealth Dragon. He hunted them for 30 years and succeeded. He then was merged with the other half of the soul that was with us. For 2 years he manipulated the world and us so that the folies of the past are never repeated again.
He ascended beyond ascension and became Circumdans Omnia and Jake wanted power but dad didn't give us power, he made us earn it through struggle and resolve. A second was stretched to 10 millennia and we evolved not only as beings of power but also more as individuals. We are beings of immense power but we are no less human, a trait dad once lost in his unending fury.
We also wiped out the very concept and people that supported LGBBQ in our previous world using orbital bombardment and psycho conditioning. I used the bones of my body to construct a storm shield." Says Haley as she pulled out a shield with a small skeleton entombed on the surface of the shield. Realization dawned on me as I realised Miguel O' Hara is cooked.
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