Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Forty-one: A Mother's Philosophy

The rest of the day Stiles spent in bed, in and out of sleep with different people greeting him when he woke up the next time.  First it had been his Dad, then it was Scott who like his father had hurt him with a hug that threatened to end his very existence it seemed.  Lydia had been asleep still, as he apparently wasn't the only one exhausted.  Harry came by, giving him a lecture about how he needed his wing-man and that, but Stiles knew he was coming from good intentions, and he had to admit laughing at that had done him some good.

Jackson never came back oddly enough, as Stiles found out he had come to check on Lydia earlier.  It was nearing nine now and Stiles could feel some of his energy was restored, and he had a feeling he'd be able to stand up now, not that anyone would let him even move at this moment.

He knew he needed rest, but he had to go get that evidence stashed at Scott's house, before it was too late.  For Stilinski to be able to do anything about the bank robbery they needed solid evidence that there would be an attack.  Stiles knew it all too well,  and the only way he could ensure Scott and his mom would be safe was if he did this on his own, secretly.

Waiting there for a moment taking in a deep breath, Stiles slowly turned to get his feet on the floor, the stitches in his stomach and back tensing up and he groaned as quietly as he could.  He breathed heavily, sweat running down his face as he climbed to his feet and stumbled against the table.  The IV and other medical equipment attached to him were pulled, and he rolled his eyes.  Removing them, Stiles weakly knelt down besides his father to grab his damaged clothing.  It was better than going through the city in a hospital gown, that was for sure.  Getting dressed, Stiles ignored his pain and noticed that his web shooters were not on him anymore finally.  Searching frantically he found it was placed in the bag his clothes had been in and put them on.  He couldn't fight right now, but he could at least subdue someone fairly easily as long as he kept some distance on them.

As he stepped near Lydia's unconscious form, Stiles removed her necklace from around his neck and put it back on her.

Looking towards the door, Stiles put his hood up and began moving, hoping that Scott nor Melissa would see him and try to stop him.

Queens

11:00 P.M.

It took him about twenty minutes of running, but once he was at Scott's house he climbed in through Scott's window (a troublesome cause by the way) and he reached into the closet, finding a section of wall that was hollow.  They had used this to keep their favorite games or personal items safe in case Melissa wanted to clean the room for a yard sale.  Stiles had stayed there so much over that years now that he might as well have had his own room.

Pulling out a flash drive, Stiles smiled as he sat down on the bed, huffing heavily as he had over-exerted himself from merely climbing in the room.

I haven't felt this weak since before the bite... I can't let anyone hurt me like that anymore, even if Dad might find out, Stiles decided then and there as he recovered for a moment and hurried outside, hurrying back to the hospital, hoping nobody had noticed he was gone.

It was like hell...in a sense. Derek Hale had spent what seemed like a life time suspended in the nothingness of Hell. Meat hooks ripping his skin from his bones, fire dancing far too close for his comfort. If he had been living he would have sweated every pound from his body. The pain had been unbearable. He had screamed, begged, and cried. He wanted it to end, and after a long time this did finally come to an end though.

He was unsure his new torment was a relief of any sort. The hooks seemed to be sort of a waiting room, like they were getting his paperwork in order or something. Perhaps they were sorting through his darkest fears and deciding what else would make him scream. His new waiting room was no bigger than 3x3 feet, the ceiling rested literally right above his head.