Hurricane

Chapter 4

"No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget."
Scott waited in his seat at the Starbucks near his house, fidgeting slightly. He let Mitch rest, since the poor boy was mentally exhausted from sharing all of the stuff he did to Scott. To be honest, Scott was still having a hard time believing that Mitch was part of a secret organization of teens being trained to be agents, spies, and even killers.

Scott knew everything about Mitch. When he's sad, angry, happy, tired, frustrated; Scott can read him like a book, because they've seen it all. Scott knew when Mitch was lying. Even though he's a great actor, nothing gets past Mitch's best friend. So Scott knew he wasn't lying. About anything that he told Scott. And that was truly terrifying. He honestly couldn't see Mitch being a killer; the brunette could get angry if you annoyed him long enough, but getting angry enough where you kill...that's gobsmacking. Mitch did say, though, that he didn't want to kill all those people. He was simply doing a soldier's work, and all Scott could feel was pity for the younger man as he had looked at him in his arms, sleeping. Scott knew he couldn't tell anyone, this was a private secret, and such a life threatening secret that could legitimately kill whoever was in it, Scott included, but that didn't mean he couldn't vent to someone.

And that someone was his bandmate, Kevin. Kevin was definitely the kind of person Scott could talk to whenever he was stressed and nervous. He had that calm persona that just made you want to grab a drink (if Kevin drank), sit down, and just have a lovely chat with him. Kevin always listened and was always neutral, not playing to any sides, playing devils advocate at times, which was much needed when two members get fed up with each other, though it rarely happens. Scott heard the bell ding and saw the bright smile of the older man as he walked towards Scott, enveloping him in a bear hug that Scott really needed then.

"Hey homie, how are you doing? You didn't sound too hot on the phone." Kevins eyes filled with a soft concern for the blonde. Scott nodded, gripping his coffee cup.

"I guess? It's all kind of confusing, I don't think I know which way is up and down right now."

"Explain the best you can."

Scott nodded and shifted in his seat. "So say you've known someone for a long time. Like, a really long time. You thought you knew everything about that person. But then, something happens, and they eventually tell you all this stuff that's so hard to believe, but it makes sense. Like, crazy sense. It fills in gaps and everything. But you don't want to believe them."

Kevin hummed, showing that he was listening.

"But you want to, because it's your really good friend you're talking to, and they wouldn't lie to you. You never lie to each other."

The dark-skinned man looked at Scott, searching his face.

"It's Mitch, isn't it."

Scott stared at him, his jaw open slightly, blinking repeatedly.

"Shut your mouth, homie, you'll catch flies. And I know because you wouldn't get this worked up over anyone else BUT him. He's practically your whole world. He's the cause to your effects."

Scott was silent as he mulled this over. Mitch was his best friend; ever since he was ten he would do anything for him. That's just the way their friendship was. They were really touchy feely with each other, and they put each other first before anyone else. Really, thats how they worked, and everyone knew it too, even their past significant others. Was it really that extreme?

"I didn't know it was that bad..." He murmured, taking a sip of his coffee, looking at his lap with a faint blush on his cheeks. Kevin chuckled. "Its not bad at all, Scott. You two have a relationship that most people would kill for with someone. Never be ashamed of that. You know that you can depend on Mitch more than your own boyfriend, not many people know that."

Scott sighed, drumming his fingers against the table, much at the pace his thoughts were at right now. "What do I do?"

"I'm assuming you can't tell me?" A nod from Scott answered that question. "Well, the answer is easy. Do what you've done this whole time."

"What?"

"Trust him."

Mitch woke up alone, seeing a written note from Scott.

Mamrie, going to a little coffee date with Kurvy. Be back soon. Get some sleep honey. Food is in the fridge per always with a bottle of your special. -Grace xx

Mitch's lips curled up into a small smile as he stretched, hearing his bones pop in satisfaction. He gulped down the pills left on the nightstand, and slowly got out of bed, shuffling out of the room to the kitchen. Mitch stiffened as he heard a rustle of something moving, and he pulled a knife from their drawer, slipping it in his sleeve The sound happened again. He pricked his ears to the direction of the noise, coming from the living room. Mitch slowly slipped to the opening to the room, and pulled the knife out of his sleeve. Then, quickly, he threw the knife, hitting the wall behind a tall figure.

"Whoah, Mitch, chill out!"

"Alex?!"

"Hey." Scott recent boyfriend smiled up at Mitch from the ground, where he narrowly missed being decapitated. Mitch crossed his arms, glaring down at him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Good thing I still remembered those reflexes. I haven't used them in years," Alex said, ignoring Mitch's question. "And you still remembered your knife throwing. I could never get that down."

"That's why you were on the Omega team, sweetheart," Mitch said sassily, cocking his hip. "Now answer my question: What are you doing here?"

Alex sighed, running his hand through his Ken doll hair. "Do you remember the mission when you were a junior? The one where-"

"Yes, I remember. How could I not? My own team member turned against me," Mitch said coldly, looking at Alex as the memories flashed through his mind. Fire. Dust. Ice blue eyes. A cruel laugh. Death.

"Mitch...? Mitch!"

Mitch shook his head, tumbling out of his thoughts. "Yes, sorry." Alex looked at Mitch worriedly, a rare look of concern on his face as he stuck his hands in his pants pockets. "Andrews back."

Silence fell the room. Mitch felt his heart beat faster, and the room shrinking inward, into him and against him like a body suit and he was plunging into the deep dark waters of memories, and he could see the building fire from a mile away, and Mitch could still hear the screams of him as he was buried alive.

Andrew. A member of his team. Who died in a freak accident of which was all Mitch's fault.

The last thing Mitch heard was Alex calling his name before he let the water overtake him.

So im rlly sorry I haven't updated, like it's been so long but I've had soccer and everything and it's been so much so much

But since probablysomehow has been my personal motivator and getting me to update here it is.

We're really getting into plot here, im honestly really excited

Sorry for the filler chapters except for the end, that's always needed tho <3333333

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