Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Thirty-two: Sins of Evil's Past

The silence in the hallway as Stiles stumbled towards the exit was maddening.  He was still recovering from whatever Harris had injected in him, probably a high dose of some sedative.  Why it would lock up his entire body, he wasn't quite sure, but Stiles had no time to explore that question any deeper.  Erica was in trouble and he needed to find her.  In order to find her, Stiles would first need the answer to where Harris might be hiding her at, and only one person was psychotic enough to figure that out was the man who kidnapped Harris when he was a kid.  That person was Cletus Kasady.  Stiles knew it was insane to even consider speaking to Kasady, but he hadn't really considered every route.

He was terrified that something was going to happen to Erica if he didn't hurry.  Stiles had already failed to keep Harris from getting her, and he didn't want to fail anymore.  For all he knew, Erica was already suffering at a level he couldn't even imagine.

Derek was right behind him, trying to keep him standing, but Stiles was far too upset at the moment to allow help.  Laura could smell the conflicted emotions coming off of Stiles and she had to think that he was probably a good addition to the Pack, because she noticed one thing above all those emotions, it wasn't really an emotion, but she could sense how determined he was.  At that bit, she smiled, but overall the very situation was not exactly warranted for a show of... pleasure?  She wasn't exactly sure how to explain the smile she had, but she knew that even though Derek wasn't really Stiles' Alpha, but because of his blood being inside of Stiles, it was metaphorical that Derek was that to Stiles.

To her disbelief, even though it could be said that Stiles was Derek's beta, the teenager was starting to go beyond Derek's own accomplishments. It was strange to consider, but Stiles had gone through more in a week then most werewolves had to deal with in two months.

Symbolically, Stiles was soon going to surpass his "Alpha," but in all honesty Stiles was far different than any Supernatural being.  He was a mixture between the Supernatural, and science itself.  Could he even be considered Supernatural?

Laura didn't know, but she knew one thing as Stiles stepped through the door onto the streets of Queens, there was going to be a lot of hardships coming for Stiles in the upcoming future.  As someone who owed Stiles, she would help him out in whatever way she could, and as an Alpha, to a fellow member of her pack, she was also obligated in that sense as well.

Stiles slid on his web shooters from his pocket, and shot a web onto a rooftop, yanking himself into the sky.  Derek and Laura looked at each other with a bit of surprise, seeing how natural it was for the teenager to do such a thing, with which he had only created the devices to do so, five days ago.

And to think, Stiles has only had powers for nine days.

Stiles didn't know what to do with his web shooters other than a way to pull himself off of the ground to get a bit of extra air, or to restrain opponents.  Otherwise Stiles didn't know what he had these for.  He was still a bit drowsy as he got to his house, thankful his father was at work for a bit as he ran up to his lab and pulled out a vial of the Lycan Serum.

He knew that there were restorative properties to this, but he would need to know the full dangers of the serum's side effects.  One person would have the notes he needed to find out what was needed, and the means to create an antidote if it was dangerous enough.  It was the man running the Lycan Project: Doctor Michael Morbius.

Stiles should have ran off to Ryker's Island to see Kasady, find out where Harris was right away, but if Erica was hurt Stiles wanted a way to ensure she wouldn't die.  This was the best worst plan he had.

Give me some time, Erica... I'll come for you soon.

So much had gone on in the past few days Stiles had let what was really important slip by him, and he wasn't going to let it slip out of his grasp again.  Stiles scanned through the files his mother had about Dr. Morbius and anything on the Lycan serum that might help him.  Unfortunately though, he was coming up empty-handed.  All except for one thing... the lab Morbius worked in on one of the floors of Oscorp Tower.