Going...home? (TW/AA)

Not Dead (5)

Everyone in the room just stared at Mitch, speechless. Mitch felt the urge to pull his phone from out of his back pockets and snap a photo at their comical faces. They all, par his father, looked like they had seen a ghost, which I guess they had as technically 'Stiles' was dead. The Sheriff was stood at the back, awkwardly shifting his weight between his feet. He cleared his throat, trying to relieve the built up tension in the room. This seemed to snap the others out of their trance and Lydia was the first one to react to Mitch's presence.

She ran towards him and hugged him. Tears were falling out of her eyes as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Mitch's eyes narrowed at the gesture as he stood stoic and emotionless, not returning the hug. Lydia seemed to realise this and she unwound her arms from around his neck and stepped back. Confusion was evident on her face as she stared at him, her eyes pooling with hurt.

"S-Stiles?" She stuttered out, a crease in her forehead as she looked at him with her brows furrowed. "W-What's going on? Why are you being so cold? Where have you been? How are you alive? Wha-"

"OKAY" Mitch interrupted her. Annoyance was clear on his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh as he did so. "I know I'm going to be interrogated so I will give you 5 minutes so ask any questions you want an answer to. I'm not making any promises that I'll answer all of them though."

Derek looked Mitch in the eyes and, trying to keep his voice as calm and steady as possible, asked him "How are you alive?"

"Well sourwolf, there's this stuff in the air called oxygen that helps me live. And food and water are pretty criti-" Mitch started before being cut off, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"You know that's not what I mean Stiles. We all thought you died. Why didn't you tell us you were alive?"

"Well I hardly thought you would care after kicking me out of your pack for being a human. And I really don't see how it's any of your business what I do and don't do with my life." Mitch replied, eyebrows raised. His left eye twitched with anger as he remembered the packs betrayal, it hurt even more when they let Theo join the pack after he ruined Mitch's life. In a weird way though, he was kind of pleased they kicked him out when they did because if they hadn't kicked him out he would've never met Katrina. Granted, he then would be covered in scars and be a highly trained, highly feared assassin. And Katrina would probably still be alive.

The pack all bowed their heads in shame as they were reminded of the night Scott took the decision to abandon his best friend when he needed him most. Scott opened his mouth to say something but Lydia quickly interrupted him and asked a question she had asked before.

"But why are you so emotionless and cold?"

"I grew up." Came the short reply. After the betrayal by his so called friends and the death of Katrina, Mitch decided that it was easier to not get close to people because when the inevitable happened, it wouldn't hurt him. Stan and Irene thought this was Mitch's greatest trait as it stopped things from getting personal and allowed him to complete his job without any complications. The only emotion Mitch felt regularly was anger. It fuelled his body when he was tasked to kill and gifted him determination that no one else could possess.

"But it's me. Lydia. The girl you've loved since you were 8. The Queen of Beacon Hills High." The hurt in Lydia's eyes was replaced with an arrogance that reminded Mitch of Jackson in high school.

Mitch didn't even warrant her question with a reply and merely scoffed and raised an eyebrow, rolling his eyes at the girl's ego. Even though he hated to admit it, he had loved the girl stood in front of him many years ago. But she wasn't even a quarter of the girl Katrina was. Mitch had stopped loving Lydia a long time ago and was almost embarrassed at how hooked he had been with her, he now saw her for what she really was. Conceited and selfish.

Scott shot Lydia an annoyed look for interrupting him before looking back at Mitch.
"Well what have you been doing for the last 10 years then?" He asked.

"I had stuff with work and that's about it" Mitch said with a shrug.

"Stuff? You've been doing stuff? We all thought you were dead! We mourned for you! We cried for you!" Scott exclaimed.

"I'm... honoured? (A/N elite ones know that reference) But I do find it funny how you all played the part of grieving friends so well, and yet none of you gave a fuck about me when I was alive."

Melissa had been very quite whilst all this was going on. She had an eye on the Sheriff and was confused as to why he didn't have the same look of shock on his face as everyone else. I mean after all, it was his missing-presumed-to-be-dead son stood in front of them. She assumed it had something to do with his shift in mood the day before and decided to ask him about it later.

After the pack had seen the video on the news about Katrina and the shooting in Ibiza, the Sheriff had told the pack that he had been in contact with his son after he left Beacon Hills. He left out details about him going to join the FBI and only told them about the simple facts of his relationship with Katrina. The Sheriff felt he should tell the pack as it would explain his obsession with the attack in Spain as it would seem rather confusing to them if they didn't know that his son and his fiancé were there at the time.

Anyone who knew Mitch well would be able to tell that he was getting annoyed at the questions, but, he was a man of his word. He had told the pack that they could have 5 minutes and he intended to keep that small promise. Everything was going reasonably OK with the questions Mitch was expecting, until Theo asked a question that crossed a very clear line in Mitch's head. He had stayed quiet until that moment and Mitch thought that perhaps he had figured that it was best to stay quiet but boy was he wrong.

"How are you holding up? What with Katrina being dead and all." His tone was nonchalant but there was a glint in his eyes that only Mitch picked up on. It almost looked like Theo was challenging him, trying to get a reaction out of him.

A burning rage started in the very depths of Mitch's stomach and he relished in the feeling of it spreading throughout his body. The twitch in his left eye became more prominent but other than that he seemed completely unaffected by Theo's words. Unbeknownst to Theo, he had just signed off on his death certificate as he had just made a bad situation 10 times worse. He had woken up the vengeful monster in the assassin and Mitch made a promise to himself, Theo Raeken would be dead before he left Beacon Hills.

"I'm fine." Was all that Mitch said. The glint in Theo's eyes disappeared as he looked confused at Mitch's lack of reaction.

Mitch looked down at the black watch on his wrist and started to back away towards the door he was stood near. "Well times up everybody, enjoy the rest of your meeting." Mitch turned around with a smirk and a wave over his shoulder. The small smirk soon turned into a menacing smile as he left the loft. He had business to attend to. The Demon was going to be sent back to hell.

A/N

They've just met againnnnn
Ngl I don't know what to put for this authors note sooo

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