Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Thirty-six: Adrian Harris and Stiles Stilinski

Whoa, holy crap!  I didn't expect this when I showed up trying to be a hero.  Now I'm just a few inches from being mauled by a she-wolf.  That's just cute, Stiles... you idiot!  At least I have ten minutes to inject the cure into Erica... that'll be enough time to take Cora through obedience school, right?  Oh god, I'm making dog jokes, that can't be good.

Stiles rolled out of the way of Cora's claws as the werewolf slammed into the wall.  Harris laughed in the background as Stiles stood up wiping the sweat off of his forehead.  "I felt the breeze off of that!"

She growled as Stiles watched the werewolf turn, her yellow eyes glowing through the dark basement.  Stiles felt his eyes turn pitch black and he smiled menacingly.

"Heel..." he growled with his voice sounding slightly demonic before Cora launched at him.  This time he couldn't move, and instead took the full force of the hit.  It sent him crashing into the wall, and Cora slashed at his face.  Stiles grabbed her by the wrists and kicked her back to where he could get out of the wall.  As Stiles was dealing with Cora, Harris ducked past, grabbing the unconscious Erica and took her upstairs to avoid the bloodshed that was sure to come.

Stiles felt his heart beating slower, as his body calmed and with it so did his mind.  The world began moving in slow motion and Stiles could anticipate every single one of Cora's attacks.  He blocked the attacks with his arms, and punched her in the stomach as hard as he could without fatally injuring her, sending her flying back a few feet each time.

"Cora, fight it!" he pleaded, as she got a little too close cutting his face.  Stiles winced in pain as Cora licked his blood off of her claws.  "Oh boy... that's not good."

He immediately thought of something that he hated to do, but it was all he could think of at the moment.  As bad as it sounded, he needed to make her experience a great deal of pain.

Okay, Cora... let's hope your healing factor is way better than mine...

Stiles watched as she threw a punch, using all of her weight behind it.  He grabbed her fist in his palm, and closed his eyes tightly as he squeezed.  Stiles felt the bones crush behind his fingers and she screamed.  He grabbed her other arm and broke it, while he shot a web onto her leg and pulled her down to the ground.  Cora couldn't move quickly enough as he jumped up and clasped his fists together, coming down to hit her in the face.  Stiles knew she was knocked out immediately, but he felt white hot pain excreting from his stomach, and as he looked down he found her claws dug into his flesh.

Oh, that's my blood... that's a lot of my blood.

He coughed as her claws retracted and her arms fell to the floor.  Stiles held his side and looked at the clock.  There was only four minutes left before it was too late for him to save Erica.  Speaking of which he looked to see that both of them were gone.

"NO!" Stiles growled, running weakly up the stairs as his Spider Sense buzzed in the back of his head.  His eyes grew wide as he leaned his head back just in time to dodge a knife that would have surely killed him if he hadn't moved.  The knife lodged itself in the wall and Stiles turned to see Harris holding two more knives in his hands.  "Let her go... please."

"No, I'm afraid I can't do that Stiles.  There's more to you than meets the eye... you beat a werewolf."

"You beat a werewolf, and you're just a psychotic Chemistry teacher.  It's whatever..." Stiles grunted as blood seeped onto his hand from the wounds on his stomach.  Harris smiled at the sight.  "You say you won't touch me because my father saved you from Kasady all those years ago, right?  This is what it's really about, you and me... Adrian Harris, and Stiles Stilinski."