Chapter Ten: Close Call

The next afternoon after a long morning at school, I was warming up for volleyball practice.

"-You know I think you did a pretty good job in that debate yesterday!" Joseph stated, stretching beside me.

"I guess I just hope people don't take it wrong!" I sighed.

Like Mike, I had narrowly escaped with my identity a secret I just hoped and prayed that he did not put two and two together. I knew he had a huge crush on me-Web-Girl. His reaction if he found out? He would probably hate me or case after me and I didn't want either.

I finished stretching and went to get a drink off water.

Zing!

Crash!

I looked down the hall to see a a person that looked exactly like me or super me at least breaking down the side door.

I gasped, then covered my mouth with my hands.

Turning I darted around the corner before she could spot me. I slowed peeked around the edge.

There was a woman a total stranger in her place. I kept watching, this was getting weirder by the second. The lady morphed back into Web-Girl. That was weird like she was some kind of Chameleon. I noticed she was holding what looked like a scanner, the kind you used to track someone.

I crept silently to my locker grabbed my backpack. Flinching as the door creaked shut.

How on earth had they found me?

I did the best job I could to cover my tracks. They might have figured out I was a high schooler but with like nine High school's around here they came to the right one so it must be something else?

I went threw memories regarding resent fights for any clues.

Unless!

I dashed to the girls changing room. Stopping by the mirror I closely inspected were Windests nail pierced my skin.

I had read a mystery book in which the character had some grab him then let go but he had implanted a tracer under the skin.

Aha! I spotted a small dark speak in my shoulder right were Windest had grabbed me the other day.

Great! Now what? She's still here and that's still in me!

Then I remembered my pocket knife I carried around in my back pack. I rummaged through the compartments a bit before I found it. Tucked up in one on the smaller back pockets.

Pulling it out I flicked it open revealing a sharp blade.

This was going to hurt!

I positioned the blade so it would go just under the tracer and bring it to the surface.

Steadying myself I gritted my teeth and went to work.

I did a terrible job, but then most people don't have to cut tracers out of their shoulder. In fact I was probably the only teenager who had to deal with these kind of problems. More normal teens biggest problems would be dates and acne, instead I was chasing around criminals or saving people from fires.

I sighed, continuing to work the tracer out. Once it was close enough to the surface I put the knife down and pulled the small capsule out.

Now how to get rid of this. I looked around the restroom.

Funny, no signs saying put tracers you just dug out of your shoulder in here.

Sighing I turned it over in my palm. How could something so small make my life miserable.

I'll have to creative. Sink? No. Roof? No. Window? No. Toilet? Maybe?

Toilet?

I glanced at the toilet then tracer.

Alright it was the best option. I'll flush it down the toilet. They can go inspect the sewers for all I care, as long as the school is safe.

Walking over to the toilet I dropped it in the bowl, then flushed. Somehow I felt a small satisfaction watching the tracer spin around disappearing down the drain.

Once I had finished with that problem, I grabbed my backpack and slipped into my suit.

I glanced at the mirror frowning when dust filled the air. I smacked my four head and sighed in frustration because I forgot to wash the suit yet again. I quickly typed into my reminders, "wash suit every day after patrol!"

Stealing a peak at the clock I realized I had just wasted valuable time.

Shoving my cloths into my bag I webbed it to the roof. Jumping onto the roof I discreetly made my way down the hall to were I had last seen Chameleon.

Then I quick thought struck me.

I did not want them to know the school was connected to me!

I glanced around before making my way out side. Once I reached the border of the school yard I turned and made my way back as I went along I made sure it looked like I had just arrived.

I jumped in through the broken door allowing a small crash to be heard. I placed my hands on the floor and focused my spidey senses on tracking Chameleon. A vibration ripples by, then another. Footsteps! I focus they were coming from ahead and to the right.

"Got you know were to hide now Chameleon!" I whispered to myself.

Standing up I paused and listened to the laughing coming from the gym. I heard Joseph yell," I got you!" Then laugh.

I smiled to myself. Now to protect them!

Moving swiftly along the roof I followed the vibrations into the school lunch room. At the far end stood the Chameleon

waving the stick around trying to find the tracer.

I dropped to the floor.

"You looking for me!" I yelled across the room.

She spun around a shocked expression crossed her face.

"So you are here!" She snapped back.

"Ha ha funny. No I just was patrolling and wondered, why there be another me walking around a school yard!" I lied.

"He was right about you easy to catch." She replied.

"We'll see!" I shot back.

THWIP! I swung forward across the roof kicking her against the wall. I pinned her there!

"Easy! A child would have been more of a challenge!" I quipped.

Chameleon just smiled.

Oh no, spidey sense. I pulled my leg back just as her hand came up with a knife. Barely missing but still grazing the

skin, I flinched and jumped back again to avoid another swing.

Chameleon changed to me then came at me again. I grabbed her wrist and twisted she yelped and the knife fell from her hand.

"You my look like me but you will never be me!" I stated webbing the knife to the floor.

She laughed.

"I don't have to." With that she leaped forward throwing daggers at me.

I dodged them and kicked out her feet jumping to the roof when she pulled out another knife.

I shot web lines to the table behind her and pulled sending it crashing into her.

I webbed the table in place before I dropped to the floor.

"You were saying?" I teased.

Zing! I flipped back as a boot came flying out at me.

"Chameleon cut herself free and jumped after me ninja style.

I weaved my way around an array of fists and feet.

I ducked to the left to escape a punch but a kick caught me in the ribs.

"You always duck to the left, it makes you predictable."

Gritting my teeth I stop-and-go shoot a web line at her. She dodged it and swung a kick at me I ducked to the left. Her punch flew by missing me completely her momentum drove her forward and she lost her balance.

I landed a punch of my own knocking her unconscious.

I sighed leaning against the wall breathing heavily. Her kick must have cracked a few ribs because each breath hurt.

Looking down at Chameleon's unconscious body I thanked the Lord. I would not be able to do most of this without him I would be nowhere with out Jesus!

I pushed myself up and webbed her in a cocoon.

"That should hold you for a while!" I told her stoping when I heard footsteps coming down the hall.

Volleyball! I almost forgot about practice!

I glanced at my watch, I had been gone for twelve minutes.

Oh brother.

I could picture my coach's face when I tried to explain my lengthy absence.