Chap 4
My first instinct was that I was in the presence of an immediate threat. My muscles tensed and my senses sharpen. I was in pure fight or flight mode.
It was THE chameleon. The first ever real villain that I battled. A villain that almost figured out my identity. He was able to disguise himself as anyone, including myself. The whole incident cost me my reputation, one that I'm still trying to develop. I want to be a hero, to help others that can't protect themselves. And he just caused many inconveniences.
This can be a problem. "Ah, let me introduce you to my new assistant." Ah, please don't. "This is Peter, Peter this is Dimitri." I walk out from behind Mr. Rinehart. Dimitri, the fReAkIng Chameleon, waved. "Seems young to be working." He says suspiciously. "Oh no, he's simply volunteering." Mr. Rinehart says to clear up the confusion. Yep, up early and no pay, my favorite. "Oh yes, just volunteering." The chameleon says.
Thankfully he isn't suspicious of anything, from what I can tell. My Spidey sense is still going crazy, and if this happens every time we visit someone, I think I'll go insane. "So Dimitri, anything happen since I last saw you?" Dr. Rinehart questions, sitting down in a chair in front of the bars that contained the mentally ill criminal. "I've officially gained permission to have visitors other than that, you seem to be much busier than I." He says with his eyes half closed and a twisted smile on his face. Now I'm concerned. "Oh yes, I did get engaged." Wow, that's great I guess. "Yes, congrats. Maybe I'll be released before the wedding. Mr. Rinehart laughs. "I'm sure with the way you've made such progress I can see what we can do."
With the growing smile etched on the Chameleon's face, my uneasiness grows. There must be something going on between him and the Doctor. A conspiring of sorts, for Peter Parker May be oblivious to this conversation, but Spider-Man isn't. The nauseousness In my body grows. The reason being is that the Chameleon was given the life sentence and Spider-Man was the reason for it.
Mr. Rinehart asks me to get his clip board from his office. I open the door to the cell and hurry into the hallway. Maybe the Chameleon's sentence was shortened? My mind is going 100 miles per hour, and I have to be careful or my body will too.
When I am back at the office I see the clip board on the desk. How did he even know Mr. Rinehart was engaged? Should I tell someone working here? There wouldn't be any solid evidence and I don't think they would trust a volunteer of one day compared to a doctor who actually works at the facility.
I quickly, and quietly, go back to the cell. I'm about to open the door but I decide to listen in on the conversation. "So, you had to bring in a new kid?" Dimitri says, "Thought you had enough kids to help you?" Mr. Rinehart laughs, one different from the one he used when I was around. "It's always good to change things up, get a new mind to sort through." Sort through? The conversation is immediately quieted. The door is opened, "So Peter, thank you from bringing the clip board, come in." He says with a smile as fake as some as the people in my high school class. This is bad, almost as bad as the closing gap of subs between Pewdiepie and T Series.