Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Forty-four: Promises

A brief moment later and Stiles had Derek pinned to the wall, with the stingers protruding from his wrists impaled in the werewolf's shoulders.  Stiles was bloodied, cuts all over his body and his mask was now mostly torn and the sunglasses were destroyed.  In fact the sunglasses were on the ground now, broken into a million pieces.  He kept digging the stingers deeper into Derek's shoulders, wanting him to feel the pain he had the past few days.

"Who is this guy, Derek?  Huh?  Who is the guy that is making you do this?"

"I can't tell you, he won't let me..." Derek growled, weakly as his claws retracted and his eyes went back to normal.

"Why not?"

"He gets in your head, won't let you do anything of your own free will.  You can talk back, until he tells you not to."

"What are you talking about?"

"He's not normal, I'm not even sure he's supernatural.  I think he's got powers..."

"My my, Omega... don't go divulging confidential information to our competition!  I'm sorry child, but you can't continue getting in our way.  Omega, stop playing with your prey and just end him already." came a voice that Derek AND Stiles both heard, making Stiles gulp in fear before watching Derek's eyes glow icy blue once more and the werewolf pushed him off.

"I guess you were holding back, huh?" Stiles groaned, as he steadied himself.  Derek didn't reply as he launched an all out attack on the teenager, and Stiles had no time to respond as he was sent crashing through a window and into a table.

Derek came in and pummeled him into the floor, cracking the tiles and created a crater in the middle of the room.  Stiles was having issues breathing as horrendous surges of pain traveled through his body.  Stiles had only felt this pain only twice before, when Derek had trashed his room, and when he gave himself up to Norman to protect Lydia.  He was close to passing out as the fight was slowly tearing away at his endurance, and right about now, he felt depleted.

"Oh c-come on... I thought... I thought we we-were, p-pack..." Stiles stuttered through pained gasps as Derek lumbered over him and grabbed him by the throat.

"Pack... you're a science experiment gone wrong... you're not a part of a Pack.  You're an abomination... abominations should be put six feet under."  Derek lifted him up and slammed him into the ground once more, and as Stiles closed his eyes, he knew this would have been the end if it were a couple weeks ago, but then again, he wasn't the same person he was before.

Derek watched as the teen's body slumped over, and his breathing stopped before smiling, although a stray tear ran down the side of his face.

Turning around, Derek caught sight of the strawberry blonde and her acquaintance, and extended his claws fully.  "Don't you worry Stiles... I'll take good care of Lydia.  Playing hero never ends well..."

I thought, I thought I was done for.  I won't lie, I thought I was completely done for and I couldn't get up and stop Derek.  I had tried, saved a couple of people, but for what.  I couldn't save Dad, I wasn't able to protect Lydia and Liz from Derek.  I wasn't what my Mom wanted me to be.  As I laid there, practically dead I saw my entire life flash before my eyes, and while I saw a lot, only a few things got me moving.

"Personally I think you'd make a great superhero.  Maybe not at the level of like Iron Man, but I think you could do great things if you were in fact a superhero."  Scott informed him that day he got his powers after the field trip, having stopped at his car.  (Chapter Fifteen: Metamorphosis)