Earth-9621

Chapter 3- Earth-138

        This new world confused him. Everything was shifting colors, buildings looked to be out of a newspaper..or a comic? He couldn't pin it, the color shifting was hurting his head too much to think. There was people everywhere, bustling about their daily routines. His head ached more and more as he stumbled, the loud car honking everywhere only made things worse as he grasped his own head, bumping into a few passerby's just trying to get to work. He earned a few glares but that was all people did.

         The sun was bright in the sky as he tried to figure out where he was. He bumped into somebody was already having a rough day and this person did not keep going. Instead, they stopped, glared at the confused boy, and shouted.

         "Watch where you're going boy!" The man yelled while pushing back against him.

         The boy slowly lifted his head from his hands, his yellow eyes piercing the man that just shoved him. His pain shifted into anger as he stared at him for an extra moment, his panic of his new surroundings faded as the welcoming feeling of destruction flooded his mind as he felt his arm shoot out, grabbing the man by his throat.

        "H-hey!!" The man squeaked in fear, his anger was no longer present. He gripped onto the boy's wrist, trying to pry his hand off of this throat but that made matters worse as he felt a stabbing pain beginning to slowly pierce his skin. The man squirmed against the boy's iron grip, gazing into the yellow eyes that glared back at him with an animalistic anger. He coughed and gasped, trying to get a breath in.

           People passing by had stopped and watched the scene, this teen boy holding a grown man by his throat. Some had pulled out their phones and began recording while others were desperately on the phone with the police.

         All the noise made the boy from Earth-9621 cringe in pain, his ears began to ring, everything was so bright from flashes of cameras and the bright sun. He could feel the man's blood run over his hands as he continued to dig his claws into his throat, soon it became to much and he threw the man away, sending him flying through a shop window. The alarm in the shop went off, a piercing scream to alert the clerks there was a possible break in.

        The man lay there, gasping as his airway was no longer being crushed. He lay on the ground in the broken display window, shattered glass covering him as blood slowly ran down the side of his neck from the small wounds that were caused by the boy's claws..why did he have claws?...

         Now the boy had taken off running, bashing through people to get away from all of the noise. Cars kept honking, people were screaming now from being shoved aside so harshly, police sirens began to wail as they try to find him. It was all too disorienting as his running became unsteady, he stumbled, caught himself with his hands on the concrete, and pushed him into a dark alley. He was now out of sight as the police began their search.

         "Huh, what happened now?" Spider-Punk asked to himself while perched high up on the roof of a building. The spikes on his head glinted in the sun as he slowly got to his feet, slinging his guitar over his back, before he could jump his Web-Watch beeped with a call coming in. He sighed and pressed a button to answer it.

        A little hologram of LYla popped up, floating above his Web-Watch.

         "Hey there Hobie! So it appears you have a little bit of an anomaly issue," she rested her little hands on her hips, her body glitching slightly while her voice remains crystal clear.

          He sighed again, not in the mood for dealing with anomalies today. "In my universe this time? What's the problem," he asked, is curiosity also being piqued at the idea that for once the anomaly was in his own universe.

         "Well as you know I'm sure, Gwen was sent on another mission to capture The Spot, well we traced him in Earth-9621," she began to explain, pausing to let her words sink it while Hobie listened intently. "Things went a little...wonky to say the le-" she was cut off by the sound of a loud crash and car alarms going off. Hobie could hear screams and without warning, cut the call and ran to the edge of the building.

        He took one look at the chaos below, before jumping from the building he was perched on without a second thought. I'm front of the dark alleyway there was a dent in the car that was so big it shattered the driver's side window and caved in the door to the point where Spider-Punk thought that it wouldn't even open if someone tried. The car alarm was blaring and the screaming quickly dispersed as citizens fled, getting as far from the alleyway as possible. He slowly walked to the dark entrance of the alley, peering in and listening.

           He could barely hear the soft grunts and pained whines in the alley over the car alarm. Spider-Punk silently hoped whoever owned the car would shut that off but he doubted it would happen as he slowly got closer to the entrance.

        "Hello? Is someone down there?" He asked, a thick British accent laced his words. He could faintly make out a figure crouched in the dark but he wasn't sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

        Spider-Punk's suspicions were confirmed that there was someone down there...or..something? His words were answered with an animalistic snarl that caught him off guard.

      He looked down at his Web-Watch, curiously tracking the anomaly and he was right, the anomaly was right in this alleyway.

        "Ello there, care to come out?" Spider-Punk asked, keeping his voice calm and steady. He could see the figure move, hiding behind a dumpster to get out of sight. "Come on now, nobody's out to getcha. I just wanna see ya," he sighed when he was answered with another growl. What is this thing?

         "Fine, I'll come see you then," he slowly stepped into the alleyway, keeping his steps slow to avoid startling the anomaly; last thing he needed was a chase around the city. He slowly peered around the dumpster to see the anomaly, huddled against the dumpster with his hands clasped over his ears and his eyes squeezed shut. Spider-Punk sighed softly at the sight of, what appears to be, just a terrified anomaly who was unsure where they were. That's when he slowly crouched down to be eye level with the anomaly.

          "Hello there."