Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Twenty-five: Bonesaw

Saturday, August 25th

Stiles would sit there for the next half an hour patching himself up, trying to not pass out from the sight of a needle going in and out of his skin as he stitched it all together.  He had seen it enough on television, and as much as he might try to say otherwise, he still nearly passed out from certain things like needles.

He couldn't help but think back to what happened when the Identity Thief revealed himself in the warehouse.  Stiles might have been hit with a knife, but he didn't forget that the serial killer had a gun.  The teen had barely dodged the bullet he had fired, and even then Stiles had let his emotions get in the way when he finally got close enough to him.  Stiles had him in a headlock and he wasn't able to react in time to dodge that knife.  When he mentioned Lydia, Stiles lost sight of everything, he let his guard down.  What a rookie mistake, he thought to himself quietly.

Stiles laughed at himself, noting how he sounded like a hero that had been doing this thing for years.  What was he doing here?  He wasn't a fighter, yet he had done more fighting in the past couple weeks than his entire life.  He saved Derek from those robots, destroyed them like they were nothing and that wasn't even him trying.  Stiles then recalled his fight with Shaw... he was becoming more of a fighter as his powers continued to grow.  It was becoming a part of his instinct.  Would he have fighting become a part of his DNA?  Was it because of the werewolf part of the Cross Species side of him that he was fighting more, or was it because he was being thrust into a dangerous world where being a pacifist got you killed.  Who knows really, but all Stiles knew was that fighting more often meant he was going to need to learn first aid.

Pulling the bullet out of his arm he screamed in pain, muffling it the best he could by keeping his mouth shut.  Dropping it onto the desk Stiles exhaled heavily as the blood ran down his arm.  He couldn't believe how much it hurt.  He grabbed the thread and needle as he heard his father's footsteps going through the hallway, coming towards him.

Panic rushed over Stiles like a tsunami, and the teenager realized he didn't look too good, especially with a bullet wound.  He quickly threw his jacket on, hiding all of his wounds the best he could as he saw his dad pop his head in the doorway.

"Stiles, everything okay?  I thought I heard you scream." he asked with worry in his voice as Stiles smiled nervously at him.

"Y-y-yeah!  Everything's fine Dad!" he assured him, covering his leg and torso the best he could.  However he could not hide the split lip and the bruised nose that was still broken but at least was set in place.  With luck his enhanced healing would have him fixed up by tonight when the Basketball game came.  It's only 3 in the morning right now, but Stiles knew he needed to rest for a bit, and he didn't know if he was going to be fixed in time for the game.

"Are you sure, what's up with this?" Stilinski asked sarcastically making a motion around his own face.

"Oh, that..." he chuckled, touching his lip and nose.  "I was working on a project and it um, hit me in the face."

"Ah," Stilinski nodded, understanding how dangerous some of the stuff Stiles worked on was.  "Be more careful kiddo."

"Sure thing, hey Dad... have you ever had stitches?"

"Yeah, many times, why?"

"Did they hurt?"

"Yeah, but usually the doctors put me on some sort of medicine to make it easier, but it does still hurt.  Why, do you think you need stitches for something?"

"No.  I was wondering because someone like the Identity Thief, he wouldn't just go to the hospital because of an injury he got because of the murders he committed and how he seemed to get injured during some of the body drop offs.  I was thinking that perhaps he learned how to stitch himself up and all that.  That way he could avoid the questions that might come from police if he were possibly stabbed with a knife or anything of the sort."