Bitten

Chapter 3

I woke up gasping. My eyes peeled open and I looked around. Scott and Lydia were next to me and the plane was completely full. I turned back around and sighed. "Dude are you okay?" Scott asked. "Yeah I'm fine just had a nightmare." "Stiles...you weren't asleep." Lydia pointed out. "What?" I asked. I looked down at my laptop screen. My laptop was covered with two words on a word document. Wake up. Not this again. I shook my head and wiped my face with my hands. The flight attendant announced that the plane will be landing shortly.

After the plane landed I was one of the last people to get off. I walked to my friends and we hopped on a bus to a hotel. The hotel was near Avengers tower. Neat.

We walked into the hotel and went to find our rooms. I roomed with Malia. I walked in the room and set my stuff down on one of the beds. I walked to the window and looked out at the city below. "Wow." Malia started standing next to me. "Yep." I took my shoes off and took out a change of clothes. I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I put my clothes on and exited the bathroom. Malia was wearing a white tshirt that was large. I didn't see any pants. "Isn't that my shirt?" "Yes it is. I'm keeping it. So deal with it." Malia answered. I shrugged. I sat on the bed and laid back. I closed my eyes and breathed out. In two days my friends will be on their way back to Beacon Hills without me. I fell asleep minutes later.

I woke up early in the morning to find Malia sleeping next to me. I kissed her forehead gently and slowly tried to get out of the bed without waking up Malia. I collapsed on the floor. "Ow." I said. I looked up making a face of 'aw crap'. I was relieved to see that Malia was still asleep. I got off the floor and grabbed a change of clothes. A long sleeve plaid button up shirt, a white tshirt, and jeans. I put them on as quietly as possible. I grabbed my jacket and a maroon beanie. I stuffed my phone in my pocket along with my wallet and headed downstairs to the lobby.

I was looking at my phone while I was drinking my coffee. I was reading about the Avengers and the Sokovian incident. I shrugged. I finished my coffee. I got up and threw it in the trash. I went back to my seat. It had been 2 and half hours since I woke up. I heard the familiar voices of my friends and turned around. They looked like the attractive cast of a CW show. The whole lot of them. Yes, I think Scott and Isaac are attractive anyone would say that. I sighed and stood up and started to walk away. I was pulled back and shoved back into my seat by Isaac. "Sit." Isaac said. "Already did that. Now I would like to walk." I replied. I tried to get up but Isaac was too strong. I huffed. "We have to watch you while we are here, Stiles." Scott stated. "I'm sorry...did I just hear you say that you had to watch me?" I asked harshly. "Yes, yes you did. Good listening skills Stiles." Isaac teased. I rolled my eyes. "Why do you think you have to watch me? Hmm. Oh wait I know...it's because I'm not like you guys. I'm not a werewolf or a werecoyote or a banshee. No I'm just 147 pounds, pale, and sarcasm is my only defense! Well guess what?! I don't need someone to fight my battles or bench me because I'm not supernatural. If you hadn't recalled I've saved your lives countless times. Powerless. So shut up about the 'we have to watch out for you and protect you' crap because I'm sick of it." I raged then kicked Isaac in the groin with my knee. I stood up and ran out the building furious.

I walked to Oscorp very early. I sat on the bench inside and sighed. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up and my mouth dropped open. "Can I help you?" said a pretty blonde girl. "Uh...uh no I'm just just waiting for the tour. I'm on field trip from California. I guess I can say I live here now since I used a one way ticket," I looked at her. "I'm sorry...I ramble when I'm nervous." I said. "It's okay. I do it all the time. What's your name?" Which name do I give her? Peter or Stiles. "Do you not remember your name?" "What? Oh...no my name is Peter Parker but my dad calls me Stiles. I like the name Stiles." "Okay what do I call you then?" "Peter." I told her. "Well my name is Gwen Stacy, I am going to do the tour. I go to Midtown High as a junior." She said. Cool, I'll go to the same school as her. The two of us talked until the others walked in. "Stiles! There you are." Scott said. "Yes here I am." I said coldly and rude. I stood up. "Are you going to push me back on the bench or are we past that?" I asked sarcastically and walked away from him and the others.

"Well now that everyone is here we can begin. My name is Gwen Stacy, I will be your tour guide. Follow me." She said looking into my eyes. My face blushed. We followed her into a room. "This is the Genetics Lab..." her voice started to fade as I walked around looking at stuff along with every one else. I saw two men go into a room that was restricted. I smiled mischievously and hurried over to the door and stuck my foot in before it could close. I snuck in. I closed the door quietly behind me. I was in a dark room with blue lights. There were blue luminescent vertical lines. There were two revolving circles of them. A smaller one rotating in the opposite direction of the larger circle it was in. I plucked one of the strings. The rotation stopped. Something fell on to me. I brushed it off. Then a whole bunch of something fell on to me. I started making jerky movements shaking the stuff off me. I exited the room before anyone noticed. I walked away to the entrance to come face to face with Gwen. "Uh...hi." "Let's go." Gwen said. I sighed. "Yep." I walked with her. I got a sudden burst of pain in the back of my neck. "Ah!" I exclaimed in a whisper. Gwen looked at me. "You okay?" "Yeah I'm fine. I think I just got a crick in my neck." I said. Gwen walked me outside. "Bye." I said. She was already gone. I sighed.

I was on the subway to the hotel. I wasn't feeling too good. I was resting on the seat of the subway. I felt something cold and wet hit my nose. My eyes snapped open to find a bottle on my forehead. I jumped and and the beer flew onto a pretty girl. I was attached to the ceiling of the subway. I looked at the ceiling and then my hands. I fell to the floor. "Thanks a lot jerk." "I am so sorry. I did not mean to do that." I said as I put my hand on her shoulder to reassure her. I pulled my hand away. Well tried to. My hand was stuck to the woman's shirt. I tried to pull it off but it wouldn't. "Take your hand off her." "I'm trying to. I can't." "Take your hand off of her." Said a guy. I ripped the woman's shirt clean off her body. She was standing in her bra. "Oh my god. I AM SO SORRY!" I said looking away shielding my eyes. "What the hell man?!" "I'm so sorry!" I grabbed the pole. I tried to let go of the pole but I got stuck to the pole. I tried yanking my hand off but it wouldn't budge. A guy came at me and I dodged it. Two men attacked me and I dodged them too. My hand was still stuck to the pole. A guy went to hit me with his skateboard. "Dude come on." I pleaded. He hit me and I blocked the board. I also managed to pull my hand free...along with the pole that it was still attached to. I turned around and hit a guy behind me and then hit someone in front of me. Everyone was knocked unconscious except two pretty women. The pole dropped to the floor. I looked at my hands. "What the hell is happening to me?"