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When a Spider comes calling	By : Revenaught Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 13336 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When a Spider comes calling.
Ch. 13 Chameleon
            Dmitri Smerdyakov was in deep hiding. As the chameleon he was unsurpassed in the art of infiltration and escape through disguise. But as the news reports showed the results of Spiderman’s revenge on those responsible for the deaths of his Wife and Aunt, Dmitri began to bitterly regret his part in it. Those now dead had all been vastly more capable of defending themselves physically than he. It had seemed a fitting and just revenge on Spiderman for Dmitri’s many losses to him at the time. But instead of breaking the man it had turned a hindrance into a deadly menace. Dmitri had fled New York and gone to ground in San Francisco. He committed no new crimes. He even had a regular job in his new identity, and he hated it. But it was far preferable to whatever nasty end Spiderman had for him. How had the man managed to track the rest of them down? The Chameleon whished he knew so he could take preventative measures. Well he would just have to hope his current measures were adequate. He relaxed slightly when he saw the headlines on the death of Maxwell Dillon otherwise known as Electro. He figured that meant Spiderman wouldn’t even be close to tracking him down yet. He learned just how wrong that assumption was the next morning. There sitting in a chair at the end of his bed was Spiderman, and he was holding the weapon Dmitri habitually slept with!
            “Don’t bother running Dmitri.” The black suited figure with the ominous red eye slits and spider emblems said as the Chameleon looked frantically for an escape route.
            “How? How did you find me so fast!?” Chameleon asked, shock and panic clearly evident in his voice.
            “Fast? Dmitri I’ve known where you were all along.” The tracking spell he’d had Nicholas Scratch put on him had worked flawlessly.
            “Then why have you waited all this time? Hell, how do you know who was involved for that matter?”
            “I received a disc that detailed everything from their kidnapping to their disposal.” Spider’s hand clenched around the pistol he was holding. Chameleon watched in horror as the deadly weapon became a wadded up lump of metal. Spider glanced down at the now useless hunk of metal as if he hadn’t been aware of having crushed it. He dropped it to the floor where it landed with a solid thud. “With it was a note saying the disc was to help me remember. I now remember every single second of everything that was done to them! Now, knowing that, do you still wonder why I left you for next to last?” The frozen dead tone of voice he used to talk about it had ice forming on the Chameleon’s spine.
            “Wait. I can…”
            “Stop! Don’t waste my time trying to talk your way out of this. You used my face as you raped them! You tried to make them think I was part of what was being done to them. You made my Aunt think the boy she had raised and loved as if he was her own child, was raping and torturing her! She died thinking I was part of that! There is nothing you can say that will affect my resolve. I. Will. See. You. Dead.” Hearing his fate decreed in such a cold implacable way completely unnerved Dmitri. He didn’t even notice when his bowels loosened and he fouled himself and the bed he lay in.
            Exactly what would have happened next will never be known. Just as Spider was standing up to approach Dmitri the first shocks of a massive earthquake hit. As the building they were in shuddered and shook Spider shot a line of webbing on Dmitri and leaped out the window pulling Dmitri along with him. Dmitri landed hard in the middle of the street and looked up to see Spider looming over him. “You get to live a little longer. But I’ll be back for you.” Spider told him and turned away the red on his suit turning white as he swung off to save as many lives as he could from one of the worst earthquakes ever to hit the West Coast. Dmitri barely survived himself. The ground shook so fiercely he was unable to do anything but cower where he had been placed. When the buildings around him collapsed he found he was in the one exact spot where collapsing rubble didn’t hit. As soon as the earth settled he got up and ignoring the cries for help all around him he fled hoping to gain some distance before Spider came after him again.

Dmitri went to ground in a small village on the coast of Japan. He lived the simple life of an old fisherman. He lived the role so well that none of the residents of the village could tell he was anything other than a very old man wandering the country in his final years. One day after a very successful trip out the old man came back to shore heavily laden with fish. Overburdened with his heavy load he almost fell but was caught and steadied by a new youth in the village. The young man, who was exploring the small villages near the large city he hailed from, offered to help the elderly man carry his load to the small house where he stayed. The old man gratefully accepted the help and led the way. The two men had just entered the house when the voice of Spider could be heard.
            “I told you I would be back for you.” The old man straightened and pulled the young man in front of him as a shield. He looked around the hut but only he and the young lad were there. Shocked horror shown from his eyes as the face of the young man, as he turned to look over his shoulder at Dmitri, shifted and flowed into the features of Peter Parker. Then his clothing shifted and flowed into the black and red suit of Spider. Just then screams broke out near the shore and Spider whirled to look out the window. “I just don’t believe it! Really?” Spider looked back at Dmitri then out the window again. “Shut up Uncle Ben! I’m going.” Spider muttered to himself as he moved toward the door, the colors of his suit again changing from black and red to black and white as he left without a look back. Dmitri ran to the door himself in time to see an enormous humanoid like lizard emerging from the sea. Spider could be seen hurling anything he could get his hands on trying to get its attention on him and move it away from the village. Dmitri couldn’t believe it either, but he wasn’t going to argue with it. He fled planning to be long gone from the country before his pursuer no longer had something to divert his attention.

Dmitri sank to new lows when he hid in Mexico. He played the part of a very homely middle aged woman who was forced to clean the mansion of one of the major drug lords of the country just to have food to eat. So homely was the woman that she had no fear of being molested as the younger and better looking girls on the cleaning staff often were. However, it also led her to being given the nastiest, most onerous of tasks. As weeks passed Dmitri dared to hope that he had somehow managed to escape. He thought often of moving on but each time he did he remembered the voice of his would be killer vowing his death in that awful dead tone and thought better of it. His stay there ended abruptly one day though when the Drug Lord caught too good a look at him in his disguise and shuddered in horror at the hag. He told one of his constant bodyguards to drag the hideous creature out back and put her out of his misery. He laughed at his humor as Dmitri struggled and wailed as the man drug him by his hair out of the house to the secluded spot where such killings were conducted. Once out of sight Dmitri sought to surprise his would be killer and lashed out trying to disable him and escape his execution. The man seemed to know it was coming and easily avoided the attack and backhanded Dmitri so hard he landed face down, his vision dim.
“Pity. I was enjoying the show.” The cold voice of his nightmares said from behind Dmitri. Rolling over in shock he saw that the bodyguard was no longer there but his black and red suited stalker was. “I would have let you continue on like that for a while.”
            “Spiderman! How do you keep finding me?” Dmitri wailed.
            “It’s just Spider now.” Spider leaned down to grab Dmitri when explosions roared from the edge of the town. From inside the house a voice could be heard yelling about government forces attacking the area. “Are they insane?” Spider exclaimed. “I don’t know which side is worse here, the drug lords or the government. There are hundreds of innocent people in this area!” Spider turned and leveled a finger at Dmitri. “Run and hide as best you can! The next time I catch up with you will be the last!” The black and red suit changed to a military looking combat suit as Spider moved to action. He didn’t want an international incident so it was carefully unidentifiable. Dmitri quickly left the area once again trying to flee for his life.

            Dmitri was desperate! He had fled to the ends of the world and hadn’t been able to hide from Spider. He had used the most advanced technology to alter his appearance. His portrayals of his assumed roles had been flawless and still Spider found him with no clue given as to how he had managed it. So this time he went the last place Spider should ever expect him to be, New York City. He had also dumped all of his tech and assumed the role of a panhandler living on the streets of the city.   He lived like a homeless person who had no urge to get off the streets. He ate out of dumpsters and drank cheap wine and pissed in back alleys. He lived in a constant state of fright and looked at everyone who approached him as if he expected them to attack him. Which, of course he did. He knew that any person around him could be Spider in disguise. He became so paranoid that even his fellow vagrants would have nothing to do with him. He was skulking down a rat infested alley one night when the shadows came alive and swallowed him whole.
            Dmitri came to in a small cell sitting next to a very unconscious convict dressed in an orange jumpsuit. Across the cell from him Spider stood staring at him.
            “Your luck finally ran out Dmitri.”
            “Where are we and who’s this next to me?” Dmitri asked. “How did we get here?”
            “We are in a maximum security facility in New Hampshire where the man next to you is awaiting execution. He is Carl Mantz the convicted child killer. As for how, that’s totally irrelevant.”
            “Why have you brought me here? I thought you wanted to kill me.”
            “I’m not just going to kill you. I’m going to repay you. You have lived your life as other people. You have committed atrocities and did so with other people’s faces so they could take the blame. It seems fitting to me that you die with someone else’s face for a crime you didn’t do.
            “You can’t do that!” Dmitri’s voice grew shrill as his desperation rose. “They’ll know I’m not him! I don’t look anything like him!”
            “That’s ok. I’ll use this.” Spider pulled a small disc, with a mesmerizing symbol on it, out and placed it against Carl’s forehead. Soon it glowed with a soft red nimbus all around it. Spider then slapped it to Dmitri’s forehead before he could evade it and it stuck there and sank into his flesh. Dmitri felt a searing pain as the magic of it took hold of him even as he clawed the skin of his forehead trying to remove the mystic disc. When the pain faded he was dressed exactly as Carl Mantz was and knew he looked like him as well. Desperately he tried one last ploy.
            “So that’s it? You let a convicted killer of children escape just so you can kill me? You really have fallen haven’t you? Some Hero!” Spider seemed unfazed by his words.
            “I must say I find it interesting that you who have no morals should try to play on mine to save yourself. Doesn’t such blatant hypocrisy turn your stomach? But no, I am no longer a Hero. But you don’t have to worry, Carl here won’t escape his fate. You and he are linked now. What happens to you will also happen to him.”
            “But they’ll see you and him when they come to the cell!” Dmitri all but pleaded.
            “No they won’t. Thanks to the spell I acquired for this purpose the person copied is completely undetectable to anyone but the person changed. All they will see is you, looking exactly like him until you die, then Carl here will be visible again. As for me you know I don’t have any problems remaining undetected now. Now, you only have about an hour before they come for you. You might want to use the time trying to find a little honest regret for your actions. It might gain you a little clemency in the afterlife.” Instead Dmitri’s hysteria broke its bonds and he screamed and yelled for the guards crying again and again that he wasn’t him! When a couple of guards did approach to investigate the noise they watched him flail madly, screaming at the top of his lungs.
            “I’m not him!” Dmitri howled repeatedly. Finally one of the guards looked at the other.
            “Told ya. They always freak out at the end.” He said and they walked away. Dmitri cried and screamed through his visit by the priest and while being carried to the execution room. He never stopped trying to convince anyone who could hear him that he really wasn’t Carl Mantz right up until the lethal drugs shot into his system sent him to is final sleep.
            Spider watching as a witness from the viewing room watched it all and then muttered, “Only one more and my work will be done.” Then he turned and walked away.

DAILY BUGLE HEADLINE
THE CHAMELEON EXECUTED AS CARL MANTZ
The real child killer was found dead in his cell afterwards.

To be continued. Next Chapter Green Goblin
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