Bitten

Chapter 27

I sat Avengers headquarters in a white t-shirt and jeans. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Scott asked. "What does my deathly pale face tell you?" I asked looking at him. "It's saying that you need to think this through better." Scott countered. "Scott, I have thought this through. The scroll said to change the body of the host. What we did the first time....was change the body of the parasite...not the host." I said standing up. "What if it kills you?" Scott asked. "Then...the exterminator would have to worry about one less spider." I said with a smirk. "I'm being serious, Stiles." "Yeah. So am I. And I'm telling you that I want to do this....Please Scott. I can't keep this thing buried forever." I said. Scott sighed. "But...if it doesn't work...tell my dad." I said looking at him. He nodded before morphing into a werewolf. "This is gonna hurt isn't it?" I asked. "I'm biting my best friend. This might hurt me more than it will hurt you." Scott said. "How is that supposed to help me?" I asked. "It wasn't. It was supposed to help me." Scott said. He bit into my side and a surge of pain went through me. He let go and looked at me. I fell to the floor and screamed through my teeth. A black plume of smoke exited my torso screaming. The Nogitsune. I looked at it with wide eyes as I stood up. "It worked." I said as the demon fox morphed into a firefly. My superhuman reflexes snatched it and I crushed it in my hand. "Never again." I said looking at the dead insect in the palm of my hand. "Stiles...the bite." Scott said. I looked down at it to see it was gone. "How did it heal that fast?" I asked. "No idea." Scott asked. "Do you feel any different? Strange?" Scott asked looking over me. "More than usual or?" I asked. "I need to see your eyes." Scott asked. "Scott even if I was a werewolf. I don't know how to do that yet." I stated. "You're doing it now." Scott said. "Whoa, really? Okay, wow, that was fast." I said. "Are they normal werewolf yellow or....different?" I asked. "You're not a werewolf. That's for sure." Scott said. "Okay...then what am I ?" I asked. "I have no idea." Scott said. "Helpful." I said sarcastically. 

I stood next to Scott and the others as they looked at me. "He's definitely a supernatural, now. He has different smell. Almost like ash." Derek said. "Then...I'm a hellhound?" I asked. "Not necessarily. There are other creatures associated with fire." Lydia said. "I have an idea. Let's kill him and see what happens." Peter said. "Do you ever have a plan that doesn't involve death?" I asked. "Nope." Peter said. "I'm not letting someone kill me." I said. I was blasted by Tony. I went flying into the wall and fell to the ground. "Ow. What the hell was that for?!" I asked getting to my feet. "I wanted to see if you were like Banner. Get you angry maybe you'll turn into something." Tony said. "You know there's other methods to doing that." I said. Malia looked at me. "You don't look any different to me. I do agree with Derek though. You smell a lot like ash." She said. "We already covered that. I'm a fiery hell-something." I said. "Parrish is on his way with Romanoff in the Quinjet." Steve said. "Correction. They're here." Tony said looking at a screen crossing his arms. A door opened and Natasha walked in with Jordan. "Stiles." Jordan said. "Bud. How ya doin'?" I asked. "Ms. Romanoff told me Scott bit you." Parrish said. "Yeah. Here's the thing. Everyone is telling I smell like ash. So, being as you're a Hellhound. Can you peer into my soul and tell me what the hell I am?" I asked. Parrish chuckled. "I don't think it works like that Stiles." Parrish said. "But I'll see what I can do." He added making his eyes glow looking into mine. "Weird." Parrish said. "What? What's weird?" I asked. "You've got an aura. Like Kira." He said. "A what now?" I asked. "It's something that surrounds someone's body." Lydia explained. "Ah." I said with a brief nod. "Scott...you seeing this?" Parrish asked. Scott made his eyes glow and they wide. "I see it alright." Scott said. "See what?" I asked. "Stiles...I'm gonna do something that might be painful at the time. But trust me on this. You need to see this for yourself." Parrish said. "That doesn't sound promising." I said as Parrish put his hand on my shoulder. I screamed as my flesh began to burn. I pulled away and held my shoulder. "What the hell, man?!" I asked. "Is today Abuse Stiles Day or something?!" I asked. "Stiles..." Derek said. "What?!" I asked. "Look at your hands." Steve said with wide eyes. "Wow." Tony said as Natasha smiled. I looked at my arms to see they were in flames. I looked at my entire body to see I was actually completely on fire. "Why am I on fire?" I asked worried. "I'm actually wondering about the wings of fire on your back." Derek said. "I'm sorry the wings of what?!" I asked my eyes widening as the flames disappeared. "You guys saw that right?" Lydia asked. "You mean Stiles in flames surrounded by a giant flaming bird? Yeah. Saw that." Scott said. "Did you just say 'flaming bird'?" I asked. "Yeah." Scott said. "I know what I am." I said. "What are you?" Malia asked. "I'm giving someone permission to actually kill me." I said. "Finally, a plan I can actually get behind." Peter said taking a step forward. "Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Anybody but him." I said raising my hand and webbing him to the wall. "I'll do it." Felicia said. I turned around looking at her lounging on the sofa in her skintight black leather body suit. "What?" I asked taken aback. "Come on, Red. Don't trust me?" She asked raising a brow with a flit of a smile. "No. It's not that. It's just-I wasn't-I wasn't expecting-you know." I stuttered. She rolled her eyes before planting a kiss on my lips. "Just to make sure this didn't work." Felicia said. She slashed my throat. My eyes went wide as I clutched my throat. I fell to the floor as the room went dark. 

Felicia POV

I looked at the dead body of my boyfriend. "This better work or I just killed my boyfriend with his permission." I said worried. As if on cue, Stiles' dead body burst into flames. "I think it's working, Cat." Natasha said looking at the teenage superhero on fire. The flames went away and all that was left was a pile of ash in the shape of Stiles' body. It began to crack and fall apart. Then a hand shot out of the pile of ash and soon another arm. Finally, Stiles stood on the floor looking around confused. "What just happened?" Stiles asked covered in white ash. "He's a Phoenix." Lydia said.