𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙉𝙄𝙋 | 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝘾𝙖𝙩! 𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙊'𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

Author's Note

Whewww finally I've finished this chappie. We'll be wrapping this A.U. up in the next chapter because I've got Reverie, Devour and Pendulum to finish xdd.

The Spider Within was absolutely amazing, and at this point I'm glad for whatever table-scraps they're giving us.

Now this chapter deals with some heavy, heavy stuff so heed the content warnings.

I need to stop before I get too carried away by this amazing A.U. idea lol.
Authors if you're out there, do cook us a kickass one lol.

So here goes nothing! Enjoy my pooks.

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⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS⚠️

Death
Violence
Child abuse
Domestic abuse
Mental health issues
Kidnapping
Unethical experimentation
Body horror
Major character death

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𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐏

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐄𝐥 𝐙𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐨

Miguel's POV
(Nueva York, 2080 CE)

Maglev vehicles were specifically designed to offer transits so smooth that the passengers would barely feel that they were moving at all. One of the oft-touted taglines in the Stark-Fujikawa holo adverts, the 'it feels like riding a cloud!' bit frequently appeared beside the latest Hollywood starlet poised on the hood of a fluffy white cloud shaped like a sedan.

The sudden lurch that sent his forehead slamming into the back of the seat in front of him had Miguel wondering if thunderclaps were the sounds of car crashes in the sky. The resultant bump was a sore little hillock on his scalp that his fingers were quick to seek out and rub in hopes of it not growing bigger. Gabriel's head had fallen onto his groaning brother's lap from his chest, but the child slept soundly unaware of the commotion outside. Miguel thought it incredible that he was able to sleep through the ruckus raised by the truck alarms and security monitors on the maglev tracks competing to see who could blare the loudest.

The mohawk man cursed into the cushion of the airbag and slipped outside to check the tires. Curious as to why there was smoke spiraling out from underneath them, Miguel peeked out the window. The goon that remained in the vehicle rolled a cigarette and lit it with his ring. Burnt tobacco smelled atrocious, the coughs that made the guy hawk and spit sounded like he had a serious cold going on.

As Miguel watched, an amber square containment field popped up around the truck, the neon dividers switching colours to red to alert others of the crash site. The tracks shifted underneath them, the magnetised material rearranging itself and moving the truck aside to clear the path. New neon dividers marked the change in the tracks to bypass the crash site, and within seconds repair bots swooped down from the traffic poles to check the wheels. A blue Public Eye traffic holoagent glitched into view to investigate the crash and offer assistance if required.