So since Parrish is a supernatural, and after I saw that trailer, I read up about mythical creatures immune to fire and a lot of stuff came up but one of the more popular and one that i think might work is a Phoenix
They can live to be thousands of years old and still appear incredibly young
Scott makes a face like someone just told him the truth about Santa Claus - Stiles would know, since he accidentally stole that piece of Scott’s childhood and has had to endure the heartbreaking, wistful sighs every Christmas Eve since. How had anyone made it to age thirteen in Beacon Hills, Nemeton Weirdness Central, without finding out that Jolly Old St Nick was actually a frost demon who fed on the souls of children by luring them in with toys before his permanent imprisonment centuries back? Stiles’ attic was haunted by a sea captain thanks to the re-used beams in the roof, and they’d literally had to evict a vengeful family of tree sprites out of their old hangout spot last month. Come on.
But this? This tourist trap for the gullible? Stiles is calling bullshit. Shit-to-the-bull.
"Dude, they’ve done tests and everything," Scott insists, holding out his palms. "I thought you of all people would appreciate a real-live fairytale!"
"I would if it was real,” Stiles retorts, turning to look at the display once again. He does Instagram a photo, because, well. It’s the bro-trip. The Pre-College Countdown. He’s going to document everything he can, even Scott’s naivety. Plus, the wax-dude’s pretty easy on the eyes; well-built and delicately featured with a fan of inky-dark lashes caressing his cheekbones, but a strong, angular jaw and a dusting of stubble. If Stiles met him in a bar, he’d totally be down.
The Sleeping Beau of La Iglesia has all the markings of a tourist scam, though. With literally nothing around the town save for some old architecture and sand and maybe some unmarked cartel graves and more sand, there had to be something to draw the crowds here in droves, since the history buffs wouldn’t be paying the bills on their own. A hot fake-dude taking a nap in the ruins of an old church connected to a gift shop was reason enough.
THERE’S BEEN AN INCIDENT AND THE PRESIDENT’S SON (WHO IS SO VERY LOVED BY THE PUBLIC) NEEDS TO BE MOVED NOW
[movie narrator voice] IN A WORLD WHERE THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD’S ONLY WEAKNESS ISHIS QUICK-TO-DODGE-SECURITY- ENTHUSIASTIC-FRESHLY-GRADUATED-FROM-COLLEGE SON, THE COUNTRY IS ON EDGE WHEN THE FIRST SON DISAPPEARS. THE RANSOM DEMAND IS HIGH BUT THE STAKES ARE CLEAR THE KIDNAPPERS MEAN TO SEND A MESSAGE AND DON’T PLAN ON RETURNING HIM ALIVE. THE ONE FORMER SECRET SERVICE AGENT WHO QUIT HIS JOB MONTHS AGO BECAUSE HE WAS AFRAID OF GETTING TOO CLOSE TO HIS CHARGE NOW IS DETERMINED TO BRING HIM BACK
[dramatic fade to black, the music swells and then fades, and then the only sound is the slick slide of leather over skin]