Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Fourteen: The X-95

Present Day (2012)

Stiles watched as the eleventh entry ended and he had tears in his eyes as he stopped breathing for a moment, unsure of what he had seen. He opened the entry that was on the full moon, and paused as it showed the wolfed out teenager lunging against the door of his cell and all he could think about was how the man that had helped him was almost the same age of the teenager in the videos. That was impossible, how could someone basically look the same as they did back in 1995? If it had been seventeen years then that meant that if the man he had seen and Derek Hale in his mother's video logs were the same, then Derek Hale was thirty-three years old.

He knew that he had been wasting time, so he took whatever files were on the computer, including the video logs. There was another video log,but it was corrupted and unable to be opened, but Stiles figured he could get the video repaired with some time. After taking all the research, journals, and computer files he could store on his person,Stiles took off out of the room, and he was almost tempted to return back to the group right then, but his head turned towards that hall that went all the way to that ominous purple lighting. As much as Stiles wanted to ignore it, he began hurrying his way down the hallway with his book bag shaking violently on his back.

The word still echoed in his head as he saw the image of the wolfed out Derek every time he ran out of the light, it was like strobe lights,except it was that one singular image. Stiles couldn't believe that werewolves existed. Super-powered humans, yeah... he believed that,but the Supernatural, that was a new one.

Knowing that whatever was down here would hopefully be the key to really understanding what his mother was working on; now, granted he did know what his mother was working on, something was just eating him from the inside as the more he found out about his mother's work it suddenly started making sense over what his father always claimed,that Norman Osborn was somehow involved with her death. If Norman had been involved with Claudia's death, then Stiles would make sure that he paid, but before anything like that could ever happen, Stiles needed to know the truth, and in order to do that, he had to find out more about his mother... whether that be through a video, journal, or whatever he might find. A spider was just one part of the equation he had to solve.

Continuing towards that purple room, Stiles could almost sense pure dread inhere, but he continued onward into the room full of spiders; the spiders, Stiles noticed were all sorts of different colors. In the room itself, the purple lights actually gave a violet tint to everything. While the spiders were in strange shelves, Stiles couldn't help but notice that the room was a giant rotunda, minus the dome above. The tint made Stiles slightly sick to his stomach as he found it rather difficult to see even with the help of this nauseating light fixture.

There were cases that held spiders, all labeled with numbers and a letter. He followed the shelves around the room until he came to the X series... this was the work he had read about: The X-spiders. Stiles followed the number all the way through the room, going from 1 all the way to the end where it said 96.

The X-94 was in its respective case, a spider that was a tortilla brown,with extremely large eyes that bared into Stiles' soul, and it made him gulp in a fascinating twist of fear and intrigue. As his eyes stared into the X-94's, an energy radiated against Stiles' skin that felt like it almost knew him, but that was just silly, it was a spider, how could it know him? He noticed a button below it, and being the curious teenager he was, he pressed it.

"The X-94, the final step to perfecting the Cross Species equation we have been fumbling with for over three and a half years now." Claudia Stilinski's voice echoed from the intercom, and Stiles noticed the spider begin moving in a strange pattern, giving him the sensation that the spider was... happy.