Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Thirty-three: Killers

I was so afraid that I wouldn't be able to find Erica.  I had faced death itself without being scared, yet... the fear I felt right then as I scanned through the files, I... I hadn't been that scared in a long time.

Something was compelling me to use every ounce of my energy to find her.  I had to bring her home.

Stiles fumbled through the notes as night fell upon New York, and he came upon the final section of the files.  His brain was processing this information like a sponge, and Stiles was trying to figure out a cure to the serum if needed.  Stiles found that the serum, the one he had taken from Oscorp was unstable because it had to naturally be a part of the host's DNA.  Much like a organ, it had to be accepted by the rest of it.  He could see the formula in front of him as he grabbed a pen and began writing the cure to it.  Stiles would have to inject the cure into Erica within ten minutes of the initial injection otherwise she would die, rapidly... and horrifically.  The body excreted black fluid, as their skin turns pale.  Soon enough the body just shuts down.  Stiles couldn't let that happen.

He finished the cure and started the process of producing enough for one injection, before realizing he would need to get into Ryker's Island, without anyone knowing.  Even with his father's help he wouldn't be able to get in there.  Kasady was the most dangerous criminal without superhuman abilities in the entire prison, and he was in the part of the prison that was heavily guarded.  Stiles would need a disguise, something to conceal his face.  Stiles stood up, pulled some money out of his wallet, counting out until it reached fifty and sighed.  It would have to be enough...

"Do you guys have spandex or lycra here?" Stiles asked, rubbing his hands together as he watched the fabric store clerk just eye him curiously.

"It's in the back." she said unconcerned with the teenager as he went to the back and found the large amount of fabrics.  Colors, colors... what should I pick.  It's just a mask, right.... put some sunglasses or something on to cover my eyes, and then we'll be good... hmm.

Stiles came upon a dark red fabric that caught his eye and he grabbed the roll, heading to the front of the store to pay for it.

Once he bought it, and got back home, he did the measurements, cut out the amount of fabric he needed, stitched it and all that fun stuff Stiles placed it on his head.  He had two gaping holes that showed his face, and Stiles grabbed a pair of black sunglasses, placing them on his face as he placed a stocking cap on top of the makeshift mask.  It wasn't fabulous, but for what he needed tonight, it would do just fine.

Getting on a jacket, Stiles climbed out the window, and made his way to Ryker's Island to have a chat with the monster known as Cletus Kasady.

Friday, August 31st

Harris watched as Erica opened her eyes, having passed out from the pain he inflicted upon her a few hours ago.  Who knew electricity could be so painful?  He laughed at the thought as he pulled out a knife, laying it on the table, watching her curiously.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, weakly as Harris sighed.

"I told you, to make you stronger."

"I won't get... stronger if I'm dead..." she hissed out at him, causing him to smile.  Harris rubbed his hands together as he looked at that brick wall where Cora Hale was hidden.

"Oh, trust me... you won't die unless the brick wall doesn't hold up tonight."

Erica turned towards the wall, gulping nervously, unsure of what that monster was talking about.  "Oh, you don't know do you... tonight's a full moon.  And on the full moon, monsters come out to play."