Silk & Cologne | Miguel O'Hara

Chapter 14 - Calm

Warning: Intense fighting sequence/violence and brief/minor descriptions of assault

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Miguel's P.O.V. - 20 minutes ago

Miguel didn't think. The second he emerged on the edge of the rooftop of a building across from Lisa's apartment and his enhanced eyes peered through the window seeing a version of himself standing over Lisa, he snapped .

The talons broke through as he snarled, erupting a roar as he fired his web shooters, the red glowing hue of his web sling sticking to the floor as it flew through her window.

"Get your shocking hands- OFF OF HER!"

He catapulted himself forward, his body flying through the open window as he soared into the apartment and tackled the imposter off of Lisa. Their bodies tumbled, banging into the front door before toppling to the floor. Miguel was much quicker to react as he grabbed his twin by the collar and slammed him into the door before punching his gut and face senselessly.

He then grabbed him by the shoulders and tossed him to the side, throwing him into the kitchen as his body glided over the kitchen counter and toppled to the floor, knocking over various objects and appliances.

"Lisa, RUN!" His red feral eyes poured into hers, begging her to listen.

He caught the sight of her scrambling to her feet, making a break for the window before the groaning of his doppelganger snapped his attention towards the kitchen. His mask re-emerged on his face. If things weren't ugly before, it was about to get a lot more ugly now, and he would rather not get blood splatter on his face and scare Lisa more than she already was, rightfully so.

The doppelganger's groans turned into a coughing fit of dark laughter as he pulled himself up to his feet. They both stalked in a circle around the kitchen counter, watching each other.

"Not a bad trick there," Miguel complimented. "You really caught me by surprise,"

"Cut the bullshit, pendejo ," Miguel growled. "It took a hot minute to piece everything together, but this stops now. Take the mask off, Chameleon," - stupid

The doppelganger stopped his pacing, watching Miguel closely. He laughed again, before slowly reaching for his hair, getting a firm grip on it before he pulled his incredibly lifelike face mask off. He revealed a white metal plate mask that completely covered his face except his eyes and mouth.

Chameleon laughed again, his accent morphing into a Russian one. "Zdravstvuyte, mister O'Khara ," - Hello, Mr. O'Hara

"How long have you been a mole for Osborne?" Miguel interrogated, his teeth snaring as he tried to fight the urge to flash his fangs.

"Long enough to gather all the intel that I needed," Chameleon shrugged his shoulders with a care-free expression.

"Tell me what you know," Miguel demanded, raising his voice as the veins on his neck looked like they were on the cusp of popping. "NOW!"

"No can do, O'Hara. My lips are sealed," Chameleon chuckled softly. "But I will tell you this,"

Chameleon glanced down at himself, taking in his arms as the rest of his body still wore Miguel's suit and took on his appearance. Miguel could hear the grin on his face as he spoke.

"Mr. Osborne was kind enough to give me a little upgrade. So now when I disguise myself, I don't just copy their looks or their voice. I gain their strength," Chameleon snickered as he cracked his neck before rolling his shoulders in a threatening manner. " Your strength, "