Jonah couldn't remember why or how, but he was running as fast as he could but for some reason still felt as if he was running through molasses. But suddenly fell to his knees, hyperventilating as he looked up to see his father, blood drenching his clothing as Jonah let out a nervous laugh.
"Im doing my best."
But is that really true?, what took the form of his father asked him with a curious head tilt.
He should be dead, right now., the visage of a mutilated Hammerhead flashed in his mind like a brief photo flash as Jonah kept laughing as it began to slowly descend into weeping.
The longer he lives, the more people are at risk of a tragic death. Just like our father.
"P-Please.", Jonah had his head pressed up against whatever made up the ground as his tears slowly dripped into nothingness. "P-Please stop."
Jonah was suddenly jolted awake, grabbing onto his face and pinching his own cheek. He looked around and placed his hand on Maya's body, her still breathing, warm body as he slowly began to calm down. His heart rate lessened back to a more healthy level.
"How long since it's been since I've had a nightmare again?", Jonah thinks to himself as he lays back down, staring at the ceiling blankly as Maya rolled over. Slowly snuggling up to him, remaining still so he wouldn't wake her up. "And when the hell was I ever this exhausted... could it be the suit? Maybe."
Jonah looked at the black suit that was lying on a chair in the corner of the room, with his night vision he could tell it shifted. Almost appearing as if it was breathing, shuddering he just let out an exhale. "I could find where Hammerhead is actually, my hearing and the black suit? I could be on his ass in no time.
He looked at the blinds and noticed that the sun had slowly started to rise into the sky, lighting the room only slightly. Jonah suddenly remembered something, a detail that he completely overlooked. "Where's my old suit? Maybe the suit has it? I mean I literally held a whole ass computer in the suit so... maybe?"
Slowly sliding out of the bed he just sat there for a moment, collecting himself as there was another thing he noticed. Jonah was exhausted, he had slept of course but he still felt like he hasn't slept in days. "Weird. But whatever.", the black suit wrapped around him and morphed into a black leather jacket over a grey shirt, blue jeans along with a pair of boots.
Jonah let out a sigh of relief as he felt energy rushing through his body, finally getting the strength to willingly stand up. His scarlet red eyes scanned Maya's still sleeping figure.
"How long are we gonna drag this out?", Jonah didn't know if this voice was actually his or something else, but he wasn't looking forward to this.
"I want to stretch this out, but then again I can't afford to leave anything with a trace on me.", Jonah yawned as he walked out of the room and looked through the fridge. "A mistake like that would attract them not only right back to Hobie, but to Maya as well."
"She can rot in the same grave as father."
Jonah paused for a moment before gritting his teeth, his fangs erupting out of his gums as he snarled at the thought of her. "Hope she doesn't mind the sudden visit.", his clothing morphed into his black suit, opening the window and leaping right out.
"I'll have to make a stop by Hobie's place later, see if he's actually done making that upgrade.", Bullet Spider thought to himself as he boosted himself forward with tendrils as he unfolded his web wings. The strong wings picking him up and allowing him to fly over a building. "God I love windy days now."
Considering the speed he had picked up by simply gliding, it didn't took that much time to actually make it to the F.E.A.S.T. Center. Using an alleyway to obstruct the view of any prying eyes, the black suit slowly morphed and reformed into clothing.
Completely disregarding traffic, he breezed through the streets and slowly stepped onto the steps to the entrance. The same video replaying in his mind forcefully, always emphasizing the man behind that mask. "Did she know too?"
"We're going to find out soon."
Jonah yet again ignored the voice that was apparently his and refocused himself on his task at hand. He could hear his mother from upstairs despite the bustle of the many inhabitants of the shelter, he rolled his eyes and walked up the steps and took the same turn to her office.
He stood at the doorway for what felt like forever, his mother didn't even notice him as she was in a call with someone. Jonah looked around before lightly punching the doorframe with a small amount of force. She immediately jumped from her seat and set her eyes on him.
"I'll have to call you back, see you in a few weeks!", Natalia says with a smile on her face as she ended her call. Jonah could briefly see the contact name being Boss. "I was calling Mr. Li about some of the new donations we've received recently."
"Uh huh.", Jonah nodded with a bored expression.
His mother noticed this, tilting her head curiously. "Whats wrong? You don't look all that well... in fact you looked exhausted."
"Oh yeah, now you notice my condition?", Jonah remarked with a cocked eyebrow. His mother looked visibly offended by this, but before she could utter a word he just held up a finger. "I could talk about the bullshit you put me through but I'd rather talk about dear old dad."
Natalia sat straight with a confused expression, but he knew, he could smell it on her that she was just a little bit nervous, so he continued;
"I saw a video a while ago, some dude dressed in a black tactical outfit with a cool looking skull I'll admit.", Jonah noticed her looking around nervously as he smirked. "Before the video was cut off by a fire, the guy took off his helmet and guess what? It was dad, the video was taken when I was three years old and before he vanished."
"I don't know what you're talking about.", Natalia stated as she adjusted the pencils on her desk. "Your father worked with the police... it was simple."
"Uh huh. Sure, say, how long do you plan to act like you don't know?", Jonah asked with an almost mocking tone. "I'm actually offended, genuinely. Not the first time that happened of course but whatever, now spill the beans."
Natalia looked around before taking a famed photo of her and Daniel Parks when they were younger. "I was going to keep faking, but I'd honestly put myself into a deeper hole if I did... by now you're figuring out that your father was a vigilante... and being a vigilante that made quite a lot of enemies."
"I'd ask for his name but I don't care that much.", Jonah yawned at this. "I'm more concerned and curious on how long you knew and why didn't you tell me about it earlier? Would've given me a significant amount of closure, just sayin."
"I had my suspicions but nothing became concrete until I found his gear in a box in the closet.", Natalia could vividly remember having a crisis when she found the copious amount of weapons and body armor hiding right in front of her at that time. "He didn't know... I was scared about what he'd do if he found out."
"Scared?"
"Yeah, it's kind of stupid in retrospect but, I didn't know what to do. So I just played dumb.", Natalia lets out a sigh as she rubbed her eyes. "Wished I told him before he died-"
"The Maggia has plenty of inside men in the NYPD, it wouldn't be exactly difficult for them to find out who's been killing their boys. Especially if he took off his helmet.", Jonah crosses his arms as he had a crooked smile. "So why in the fuck did you think it'd be a good idea to keep that to yourself?"
"I-"
"Oh wait, I wouldn't be surprised if you spaced out on that when you were getting plastered and when you weren't doing that, you screamed at little ol me for doing something moderately incorrect.", Jonah snapped his fingers with the memories of his consistent mistreatment. "Did you know how hard it was to actually be around you?"
"I was going through something.", Natalia looked away ashamed as Jonah cocked his head.
"Я не хочу оправданий.", he spat in Russian with a growl. "Oh fun fact, because you kept yelling at me in Russian I basically learned solely because of that, isn't that fucking WILD?!"
"Показать некоторое уважение!", Natalia shot up with a noticeable amount of anger. "That was in the past! I've changed!"
"How's that new liver? Is it going to fail anytime soon like the last one?", Jonah casually stated as she gasped in surprise. "Don't start acting like you've done shit for me once you figured out how to put down a bottle. You've been jobless since I was 15 and since then I had to pick up the fucking slack as best as I could and barely made it through my fucking Freshman year of high school."
"I know I fucked up-"
"That's quite the fucking understatement, I can't even remember the last time you've actually asked me how my day was, if I needed help with anything, or actually fucking cooked anything instead of just locking yourself in your room in hopes you die of alcohol poisoning or some shit like that.", Jonah hissed with his eyes furrowing under the sunglasses he wore.
"I...", Natalia was stunned, genuinely stunned as she slowly sat back down. "I didn't know you felt like that..."
"No surprise there. Oh what the fuck am I doing here?", Jonah rolled his eyes as he exited her office and went right back to the front door with a scowl. He moment he has gotten out of sight he began crawling up a wall.
"What the hell was all that?", Jonah was also stunned at how much he had said during that entire conversation. "All I wanted was some information on dad... why did I say all that?"
"Because a dirty rat like her deserves to hear some brutal honesty.", Jonah noticed the voice suddenly become far deeper and more monstrous. The Black squirmed as it reformed into his black suit as he hoisted himself onto the roof. "It doesn't matter how sorry she is, it changes NOTHING!"
"But was it... okay? To say all that, especially the way we did?", Bullet Spider wanted to go back and apologize... but he suddenly lost thar urge and didn't know why.
"There was no other way for her to understand, especially with a brain that's been melted by constant alcohol abuse. Besides, we didn't do anything wrong, all we're doing is bring her flaws to light."
"When you put it like that, I guess so.", Bullet Spider comments as the suit began vibrating, he ripped out his burner phone from the suit and answered it. "What is it?"
["It's me, listen I don't wanna freak you out but... you've only been wearing that black suit for a while right?"]
"Yeah, why?", Bullet Spider sat back down a bit intrigued by this.
["I don't know if you misplaced your costume or something, but someone is wearing your suit and committed a murder."]
"WHAT?!", Bullet Spider jolted up as his suit began to grow spikes for a moment as his sudden anger vanished. "Explain. Now."
["Like I said, some guy in a suit like yours just murdered some random guy near Hell's Kitchen. Looks like he committed an armed robbery not long after."]
"And how do you know it isn't me?", Bullet Spider asked with an annoyed expression.
["Because his suit was off."]
"Huh?"
["Your other suit has quite the story to tell with the amount of stitches and new parts sewn together, the copy cat doesn't have that. Not only that but his suit and the type of bullet he used aren't exactly the same as yours."]
Bullet Spider fiddled with the black substance, creating longer fingers to making a giant hand. "That so? Any idea where he'll hit next?"
["Not exactly sure, you costume types are hard to get a read on considering the full body suits."]
"Words hurt, Yuri"
["Yeah I'm aware, now we're playing the waiting game. I don't want that guy thinks he's playing us, but I'm also not sure if he'll pop up again as of now."]
"That so? I'll have to call you back, I need to think about this.", Bullet Spider says as he snaps the phone shut, the black suit wrapping around and sucking it inside.
Pulling out his actual phone and using the suits tendrils to hold up the phone itself, he immediately called Hobie. It took him a few minutes to actually get him though;
["Hello crime spree, guess you've caught wind of your doppelgänger huh?"]
"I'm not in the mood for jokes.", Bullet Spider hissed as he used his tendrils to suspend himself in the air. "Considering how long you've worked for Kingpin and the other crime bosses affiliated with him, I was hoping you'd have anything on that poser."
["And you'd be correct, maybe I can help you as the Prowler this time. Remember that Food Market in Chinatown?"]
"Yeah I remember that place, why?", Bullet Spider asked in curiosity.
["Hell yeah. I'll tell you the rest when we meet up there."]
"He's going to betray us."
Bullet Spider grimaced at the voice in his head as he slowly lowered himself onto a wall. "I'll see you there then.", he sighs as he ended the call.
"They're working with the person behind this, I know it."
"Of course this shit happens when I can't afford a therapist.", Bullet Spider sighed as the voice in his head was persistently reiterating his thoughts back to him.
Bullet Spider as still suspended in the air with his black tendrils, simply swinging around in the air using it as a makeshift hammock, looking towards the Prowler as he stood there. "So I know this looks weird, but it's surprisingly comfortable."
"I didn't ask, but good to know.", Hobie's voice came out distorted thanks to his helmet as he landed next to him. "Still, looks like the suit is going strong huh?"
"Yup, whatever this thing is it morphs over my body so I don't need a change of clothes and I can manipulate the substance for whatever I want, like tendrils to webbing.", Bullet Spider says as he flexes his muscles in a similar manner to that of a body builder. "Plus, I look cool in black."
The Prowler's white eyes narrowed, signifying his annoyance at this. "Moving on.", he pointed a clawed finger towards the building that used to be a food market.
It was quite large and visibly worn down. The wood had begun to rot, vegetation left began to overgrow, the solid maroon walls began to crack and its paint began to crack away, it had one protruding tower towards the west which stuck out in comparison to the mainly flat, concrete roof.
The Prowler pulled up a holographic layout of the building itself. "This Food Market was bought by Fisk when the owner died, it allowed his mercenaries a place to lay low. But we slowly trickled away from it when we were drawing too much attention."
"What kind of deranged lunatics does that motherfucker have on his payroll."
"Wow, thanks asshole.", The former gun for hire crosses his arms. "There were all kinds of people there, some chick dressed as a fuckin Autobot then there was this dude who was like, actual water."
"What does that mean?"
"So you remember the Sandwoman right? Think that but a dude and someone who can transform into a sentient body of water."
Bullet Spider waited for the Prowler to just come out and say he made it up. "Wow. Really?"
"Yup."
"Like you die right now if you're lying."
"On my momma."
"Oh hell nah. Y'know I'm always simultaneously, like, completely stunned by the fantastical nature of these things but it's still like.", Bullet Spider paused for a minute before the word came to him. "Mundane."
"Yeah, it's like the average Monday by now.", Prowler nodded before taping his helmet. "We're getting sidetracked, let's go.", he says before he leapt forward with his boots carrying him to the small courtyard that was bordered off by a chain link fence.
Bullet Spider shrugged before propelling himself to the same area with his tendrils. The Prowler punched through the wooden boards where a window was and walked into what used to be a kitchen.
"Up there.", The Prowler pointed to a metal grate on a wall leading through a large hole, he jumped up and magnetized himself onto it, crawling along.
"You guys always had to do this?", Bullet Spider grimaced as he pulled himself through the hole with his tendrils and into a much larger room.
In contrast to the dilapidated exterior, this room was completely clean, save for dust but it wasn't horrific. There were raised platforms connected by walkways and a short stair case for both of them, each side held a vast varieties of monitors and tables while the lower portion had various crates. "Home sweet home... for some of the lowlifes.", The Prowler says as he used his helmet to perceive the pitchblack darkness of the room.
"Does that mean what I think it means?", using his own night vision, he effortlessly weaved through the desk with what looked like scattered blueprints.
"Yeah, people slept here sometimes. The living quarters are in the lower floors but y'know, they've been abandoned for a while.", The Prowler says as he drags his claws around a broken whiteboard. "We jumped ship once we were getting picked off by the government. Like Hydro-Man, Yellowjacket, the Grizzly Bear."
"Grizzly Bear?"
"You don't wanna know.
"Well... I want to know."
The Prowler looked at the platforms and leapt onto one of them, his white eyes narrowed once it showed tools scattered about. "There was always a compartment they talked about, hiding important files and shit just in case."
The white eye markings morphed to show his confusion at the bizarre statement. "Oddly specific.", Bullet Spider manifested tendrils from his fingertips, they swept through the floor completely, spreading across before he felt something lift up. "Oh hello there.", he retracted all tendrils but one that led to a one of the smaller crates in the area.
The Prowler on the other hand was glancing at photos, blueprints and even stumbled upon what looked like a bulky gauntlet. It had some sort of pressure pad connected to a nozzle. "Great, it's this freak again."
"What freak?", Bullet Spider questions as he plunged the tendril through the crate and pulled out what looked like a flash drive from a pile of folders.
"Nevermind that.", The Prowler walked over and plucked the flash drive from his hand. "Though I can say for certain the imposter is working for Fisk, not exactly sure when he came back... or maybe he never left? Can't tell with that guy."
"Are you gonna keep blue balling me or actually explain who the fuck you're talking about.", Bullet Spider asked as the Prowler inserted it into a port in his helmet.
"Dude has a knack for copying people.", The Prowler said as he pulled out the flash drive. "I'm still not completely sure what his whole endgame was, dude vanished after he got his paychecks."
"Be quiet.", Bullet Spider looked up before his white eye marks morphed into jagged markings, a snarl was heard. "I'll meet up with you soon, I got business to take care of."
The Prowler watched his friend leapt into the air and burrow straight through the ceiling with the help of the black tendrils that turned into giant spikes. "Yeah... no."
There was no words to describe how quickly he sped through the air, sprinting and leaping from building to building before landing on one that overlooked a bank. The entrance surrounded by various police vehicles. "Spider-Man! Come out with your hands up! We have you surrounded!", a female police officer shouted into a megaphone.
"How about I don't do that?", a splitting image of his own voice echoed through a broken window as multiple canisters were thrown out. They quickly spewed a thick gas that forced the police officers to back away, coughing and violently dryheaving.
The imposter did look exactly like him, too much like him... yet the web shooters were much bulkier and less complex, the spray painted spider also seemed too uneven. "There you are.", Bullet Spider hissed as he leapt off the roof and landed onto the asphalt.
His imposter looked at him before shooting what looked like a web with a suction cup at a building and swung away. Bullet Spider hissed as he leapt after him. "Get back here you stupid fuck!", he exclaimed with pure anger as the copy turned a corner. The moment he did as well... the man was gone.
"Huh?", Bullet Spider was throughly confused as the man had seemingly vanished into thin air.
"Hands above your head, Spider-Man!", Bullet Spider turned around to see Yuri Watanabe herself standing there. "You're coming with me!"
"Oh, hey Yuri.", Bullet Spider felt himself relax in her presence. "I figured out the guy might've been hired by Wilson Fisk."
"Don't trust her, she's not her."
"Wilson Fisk? Seriously? You expect me to buy that insane theory?",Yuri cocked an eyebrow with a smirk. "In what world would he ever try to do anything like that."
"That so?... heh...", Bullet Spider covered his mouth before he began laughing, it became more and more intense, bordering on a maniacal laughter.
Yuri looked at him in confusion mixed in with her growing uneasiness.
"Y'know... you could've fooled someone, really.", Bullet Spider looked at the imposter, noticing her wrists seemed to be bulkier then the rest of her arms. "But you should do more in depth research, you fucking poser."
Yuri chuckled before raising her hands. "I have to admit, you're much smarter than you led on... or maybe because you have a deeper personal connection with her? Care to explain that.", the imposter tilted her head as Bullet Spider turned his arm into a blade.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Captain Yuri Watanabe...", a twisted grin formed on her face. "That is if I want to be.", she says before she seemingly began glitching, snapping into the form of the Dark Spider. "Maybe you'd prefer me as a friend of yours.", the same effect happened, this time snapping into the form of his faulty. "Or maybe you'd prefer someone more handsome? I've heard your hearing is superb, but on the level you can hear me from miles away? That's impressive."
"But that doesn't matter.", the poser says as he took a bow. "No identity is safe from the Chameleon.", the Bullet Spider imposter began to glitch again before snapping right back into a lanky humanoid figure. It was vaguely masculine wearing a purple suit and tie with what looked like a full black body suit, an eyeless mask that covered his entire head and hands covered in the same, porcelain like material.
"Who?"
"As expected.", the Chameleon had a vague Russian accent, not as heavy as either Kraven nor Rhino but still prominent enough to be noticed. "The Kingpin tasked me to kill you-", barely even managing to, the shapeshifter dodged a punch that would've ended his life. Pulling out a taser and jamming it into his chest.
The electrical currents caused a roar to escape, but slowly, yet surely, the black suited Bullet Spider pulled himself forward with an annoyed growl as he attempted to punch him with a bundle of tendrils only for the Chameleon to roll out of the way. "Apologies, but I'm not one for physical confrontation... which is why I brought a comrade."
"Oh really? Where's this other fucking maggot lying around?", Bullet Spider questioned before he was met with a fiery blur matched with a maniacal cackle as he was thrown into a brick wall.
The culprit was someone completely opposite, wearing torn black clothing, exposed fingers that were a sickly grey color matched with long black nails. The most outrageous part was a jack o lantern lit on fire around his head, he was also flying on a flaming broom. "That would be me!"
"Great, another disgusting maggot.", Bullet Spider hissed as he sat against the wall. "It's completely settled...", with a powerful punch further enhanced by black tendrils, the Halloween themed figure was launched through a building. "YOU DIE FIRST!", Bullet Spider's deep and monstrous voice returned as he lunged after him like a vicious predator.
"Hmm, that settles that.", The Chameleon says as glitched back into the form of Bullet Spider's original costume. "Time to leave-"
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Cammy.", the Prowler calmly says as he stood ontop of the roof above him.
"Amazing.", the imposter grimaced at the thought of dealing with more issues than needed.
The Halloween themed mercenary was still in awe at how he was still being sent back, he planted his feet firmly on the broom as he held his hand out. "Don't think this will be easy, asshole!", he pointed his fingers and began shooting a barrage of blasts made up of his flames.
As Bullet Spider launched himself towards him, the fire seemingly... bounced off, the suit was completely unaffected. The spider snickered as he reeled his fist back. "That all you got, Jack O Lantern!", faster than the Jack O Lantern could even react, he was met with a punch to his chest that led into being thrown into a building.
The fiery villain hissed as he began to unleash another barrage of flames at Bullet Spider, who stood on the side of a building before vanishing into a blur of black. The arachnid laughed as he charged through the flames until he was in the same building as he.
Jack O Lantern lit his hands on fire and threw a wild left hook that was dodged, only for him to follow with a straight right hook that Bullet Spider caught. Unleashing a torrent of flames from the mouth of the pumpkin, he blasted Bullet Spider out of the building they were currently in.
He sprinted forward and landed on his broom and flew after Bullet Spider only to be grabbed by a black tentacle and slammed into the asphalt. Jack O Lantern wasn't fast enough to react to a vicious onslaught of punches and kicks, managing to block one, he was met with a karate chop that had enough force to break the ground beneath.
The terrible reality had slowly began to sink in.
"Fisk never told me this guy would be this fucking brutal! Not even close to telling me how strong this guy is!", Jack O Lantern panicked as he was kicked into a delivery truck, quickly pulling himself out he began running. "I have to gain distance-" Jack O Lantern leapt on his broom as the delivery truck was kicked forward by Bullet Spider with an incredible amount of force.
"I ain't dying today!", the moment Bullet Spider leapt into the air is when Jack O Lantern threw out what looked like tiny ghosts, they erupted into a glob of white goo that encased him. Shooting a cord at Bullet Spider, he dragged him across building rooftops before slicing it off with a scythes.
"Just fucking die!", Jack O Lantern exclaimed as he threw a multitude of mechanical dolls that resembled a demon. The mechanical drones flew around and attempted to slice through his suit, only for Bullet Spider to casually dodge these despite being encased in a a white substance.
With something as simple as a flex, Bullet Spider broke through the white substance and began tearing through the dolls with his sharp talons. But the moment he sliced through two was the same moment a powerful explosion erupted from the dolls.
Jack O Lantern hovered above as he panted heavily. "Did I...", he was suddenly met with a black hand grabbing his pumpkin and dragging him into the floor of a tall building. Casually keeping him in air by kicking him like a soccer ball, throwing him into the air again only to body slam Jack O Lantern through several floors, crashing through all of them before shattering the concrete floor of the an empty underground parking lot.
"Y'know... without that pumpkin.", Bullet Spider held a large portion of the flaming pumpkin as the man began crawling away, he was missing both his eyebrows but lacked both lips and teeth as well. "It really lets me see just how pathetic you are."
"Find the Chameleon. This one isn't worth it."
"Hmmm...", Bullet Spider shrugged before kicking him away, black tendrils wrapping around his leg to knock him into one of the very few cars in the parking lot. "You be a good boy and wait there okay?", he taunted before leaping out through the giant hole he had made with the Jack O Lantern's face.
It didn't take long for Jonah to arrive to one of the shipyards in Portside, standing next to the Prowler who overlooked the area. "I've managed to scare him off and force him into that old shipyard, he's all yours."
"Good.", was all Bullet Spider muttered as he rushed towards the roof with his black tendrils launching him forward, crawling through the open gap and crawling along the ceiling.
The Chameleon frantically looked around with a pistol in hand, his nice and well made purple suit and tie torn from the previous confrontation with The Prowler. "I need to strategize, I need to use a female form in order to walk by them. But how do I explain why she would be in the shipyard."
"Filthy fucking ape.", Bullet Spider's voice echoed through the vast interior of the primarily wooden building.
The Chameleon couldn't see him, it was far too dark and his helmet had been damaged as well. "Come forth, or else."
"Tough talk doesn't mean you'll get out of this alive.", Burt Spider said again as he was hidden among the wooden beams, easily seeing the Chameleon due to his night vision. "The Kingpin should've picked someone better, maybe an actual challenge instead of some fucking mannequin."
"Oh please, all of my trophies are far beyond anything you could ever achieve.", the Chameleon says as he heard something move, quickly snapping in that direction, he quickly led off a shot.
"Heh... nice job killing a rat.", Bullet Spider suddenly appeared behind him and back handed the Chameleon. Causing the shapeshifter to stumble forward and spin around, aiming the barrel at thin air. The black suited man appeared again and ripped off his arm... "huh?"
He noticed something odd about the Chameleons arm, it didn't feel real at all, more like a prosthetic. "I will tell you everything if you allow me to live, I promise on my life."
Bullet Spider snickered as he threw the prosthetic arm to the side. "Oh please.", with one swift neck snap, the Chameleons body slumped over lifeless. The black substance unraveled around his mouth and allows him to spit on the corpse of the shapeshifter.
"Fucking disgusting."
/end/