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The second Miles hugged him, he knew something was off. His braids were out, he looked rough and a visible wave of fear washed over him as Aaron walked in.
Maybe something had happened. Maybe Miles got beat up. Or perhaps got chased based on his jittery movements.
The kids body language was entirely off. Stiffening up when he saw Aaron rather than his chill demeanor, looking around as if the space was foreign.
As soon as Rio stopped talking, Aaron told miles to get a move on, walking up the staircase with his nephew trailing behind him. He kept sounding unsure, as if what they were doing was new, at one point even asking to go over the plan that he had made.
Once Aaron reached the door, an ear-bleeding mix of radio static and screams of agony emerged from behind him. He looked back at Miles, who was leaning over the railing, clutching his chest in pain.
"You good man?"his uncle called, unlocked the door.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just got a cold,"he croaked, sounding terrified and unsure.
Aaron was gonna call bullshit on that.
The two made their way up to the roof, the older grabbing the supplies while the younger once again looked around, confused.
Ding!
A message notification appeared on his phone- from Miles. He looked behind him, seeing his geared up nephew standing on top of the entrance.
A whisper of "Wait" breathed out of Aaron's lips, turning his attention back to the imposter. It looked back at him, fear on its face as it realised that he knew.
The mechanical whir of Miles' boots and gauntlet behind them was quiet, but not silent.
Another scream of static and pain emerged from the not Miles, it's body glitching, knees bucking leading it to collapse to the floor.
Violent sobs escaped it's lips, unintelligible pleas shot through the air. They were desperate, fearful sounds, revealing the pure panic flooding it's mind.
The only sentence that could be deciphered among the chaos was a simple cry.
"I don't want to die."
Aaron didn't care, he should have let Miles knock it out the second they found out,but that desperation, the way he had hugged him, the fear in his eyes. It intrigued him.
Silently, Miles had made his way over to the pair, putting his hand on the back of his clone's neck.
"Who are you?" His cold voice demanded, not caring to console it.
"I-I'm Miles Morales, I'm not from here,"It explained, voice quivering in fear,"Please, I don't want to die..."
Not from here? As in a different dimension? That seemed unlikely, but not too far-fetched.
"What are you doing here?" Aaron interjected, wanting more of an explanation.
Once again, a rigid breath passed through it's lips, it clearly hadn't been a good day for it.
"I don't know, I want to go home!" It cried, wiping it's eyes on its sleeves, "I just want my dad,"
That seemed to tick Miles right off, his glove powering up in a matter of seconds, hitting the pressure point on its neck, knocking it out.
Aaron picked up it's unconscious body, slinging it over his shoulder. Both him and his nephew swung their way over to his apartment.
It was promptly tied to the punching bag, it's body flicking invisible and flinching every time it was touched.
Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't human.
Whatever they were, it certainly wasn't good.