Stiles Secret Life

This is not goodbye, my darling, it is a thank you

For as long as he could remember, Stiles's life was filled with his tight-knit family. His mum, Claudia. His father, Noah. Lastly, himself. He knew his family was not like any other ordinary family, except neither was he. In the Supernatural world you're always in danger or a danger. His family of Werefoxes, who have served at a facility, known as the Fireflies. Their main objective; kill those who threaten the balance of the supernatural. Each member of the facility were supernatural. Whether it may be werewolves to dryads, all worked together to maintain peace and harmony within the supernatural and non-supernatural world. Even though it has a large influence in the world, it is unknown by many.

Claudia and John Stilinski were known as the deadliest assassins ever known in the history of the facility. Everyone who knew them, knew they were a force to be reckoned with. If you messed with them, you ended up dead by the next day. Not many knew of them, but those who did...well, they would not have the chance to spread word about them. Not able to live to tell the tale.  Indeed they were a powerful couple, having met in the facility and all. Years later having wed to each other. As such, when the facility found out of their pregnancy, they were overjoyed. His birth was a day that no one could forget, for it was a joyous event for the facility.

As the small Kit grew, trained by the facility he grew up with, his colossal talent flourished day by day. 'Sure enough, he would succeed his own parents', thought several of the other members. Stiles always wanted to be on a mission with his parents, ever since he could remember watching his parents in the control room. Rewatching each mission, taking notes, learning, improving. When he was five, he asked his parents when he could join them by their side, but his parents said 'until he was ready', he never knew when 'ready'was. So he kept training and training so much that he had bested the other trainees of his age. So that's when the facility gave him his first mission with his parents, at the age of eleven. He was excited beyond words but he knew he had to put his game face on if he wanted to succeed his first mission. His instructor, also known as his Uncle Johnathan Miorlul. The man who carries the responsibility of the facility, a weredragon who has lived in this world for centuries. Trained him personally, albeit Stiles never truly not understanding as a kid, 'why me'?. He did not complain, just trained to improve and be able to help and contribute to the facility and to his family.

As Johnathan handed him his first mission file, a stern but warm smile was shown upon receiving the file. "Be wise but prudent, young kit." Stiles nodded, slowly opening said file. In the file was a man named James Calberry, who was a professional drug dealer. He has sold drugs that had killed so may people he couldn't count. Supernatural and non-Supernatural. As he browsed through the appalling pictures of the victims, he nodded and hummed an approval. Before completing said mission, he had to have a plan, to know exactly where to go and do. He looked toward his parents who stood side by side, next to his uncle. Giving him a nod of approval, proud of their son. "Son, we'll be ready in 1900 hours. If you require anything, you know who to look for." Noah said, as he crossed his arms. Claudia, softly clears her throat, pulling at his arms. "Proud of you, my kit." she said, as she pulled Noah to the hallway. Getting ready for the mission. According to Johnathan, the mission had to be done by three to four hours tops. No misses, no losses.

Stiles swiftly went to prepare for the mission. As he went to examine the files, he couldn't help but notice the symptoms of each victim. A strange coincidence to Wolfbane and Mistletoe. Perhaps the combination of warfarin or heparin, which caused the eyes to bleed a murky violet colour. 'Who would use this type of deadly combination willingly?', thought Stiles, as he annotated his thoughts and findings.

After it struck 1800 hours, he waited in front of the sleek black van, a duffle bag containing his weapons of choice. Guns, rifles, daggers, you name it he has it. His mother and father walked through the underground garage door, the steel door automatically sliding back after they passed through. "Hey mum, are you ready to catch some bad guys?", he gave a playful smile towards Claudia, as she approached him with a gentle grin. Noah chuckling as he ruffled his chocolate wavy brown hair. "You got it kid." Noah said, as he jumped into the van. Claudia softly caressed his small cheek, also jumping into the van. Stiles laughed, "What? It's true, isn't it?" climbing into the van. The other Agent in the front reported to Noah, "We'll be there in 40 minutes, is there anything I should know, sir?" Noah just shook his head no, the Agent understood and turned back to the front.