Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Thirty-seven: The Hero's Curse

THE IDENTITY THIEF IN CUSTODY.

That was the first thing that went across every single news platform in Manhattan was that line.  The official report would be that police officers rescued a young man, (me) and two girls that were captured by Harris.  This was because they didn't want it to be known that I had taken police files and took the law into my own hands to find him.  Dad also was placed on suspension for a week because of his actions in which helped me find the Identity Thief.  It didn't matter though, there were enough students there at the scene that the truth was out there.  The truth was I saved Erica Reyes and Cora Hale from Harris.  I fought the Identity Thief and won.  That was what people would know come morning.

I figured Dad would be a lot angrier with me over the incident, but he was genuinely happy that I had managed to save the lives of not one, but two people.  I got justice for all of Harris' victims.  I couldn't lie if I wanted to over how happy I was.  Police kept me at the scene to check out my wounds, (thankfully they weren't too extensive because they just patched me up, not realizing how deep the claw marks had been) and also to get my statement.  I told them what had happened.  That I found out who Harris really was, and came here to see if Erica was here.  Called Dad because I was afraid, and then that was when he attacked me.  I managed to take him down, and that was when the cops showed up.  I couldn't just explain that I had superhuman powers and that I fought a werewolf down in the basement and all that insane stuff.  Probably be put into a mental asylum, or I'd get put on a dissecting table.  Either way, that wasn't happening.

All I know was, the chaos that surrounded the Identity Thief wasn't over.  He might be behind bars, but the chaos of cleaning everything up, was just beginning.

Stiles wasn't sure how long he was outside that house getting patched up, but when he finished he was greeted by Scott who hugged him tightly, a little too tightly if Stiles had to say anything.

"Dude, are you okay?"

"Well, nothing a few weeks won't heal, other than that I'm fine.  Sorry I wasn't talking earlier."

Scott nodded, looking at the house.  "Was it because of this?"

"Yeah, I didn't want anyone being dragged into this mess... I found out who Harris really was two days ago.  That's why I didn't go to school on Thursday."  Stiles explained, hoping that Scott wouldn't try to pry too much.

"Stiles, you could have died, you realize that right?  We thought you were in trouble and you wouldn't tell us what was going on."

"Scott, I couldn't tell you what was going on.  If it leaked out who he was before I found Erica, he would have killed her, I'm sure of it.  I didn't want to risk losing her." Stiles sighed, as Scott sat down beside him.

"Oh.  You did the right thing then, even if it was stupid on your part.  Just, don't shut me out, okay?" Scott smiled, as he watched news vans pull up.  Tonight was going to be a long night.

"Okay."

"Is Erica okay?" Scott inquired after a few moments of silence.  Stiles nodded, smiling lightly.

"I got here in time.  He was about to hurt her again when I got here.  I did what I had to do.  Fought like hell."

"Am I supposed to believe you fought Harris and overpowered him?  Who are you, Battlin' Jack Murdock?" Scott laughed sourly, remembering the famous boxer that had died after a match years ago.  Nobody knew who had killed him at the time, but an anonymous tip came through a few years ago, and a gangster was arrested for the murder.