"Where is your god? Where's your god? Where is your god?"
Needless to say, Scott was very confused when he came home from his talk with Kevin to find his ex-boyfriend hunched over his best friend, who was out cold. Isn't this like, the third time this has happened in the past two days? Usually Scott loves the drama, don't get him wrong, but this was way too much drama for him to love sober.
He wasn't mad or anything; real life wasn't one of those horrid fanfictions their fans made where Alex was a pure-bred Lindsay Lohan psycho and tried to kill him and Mitch. Alex and him broke up on mutual terms, and even though he did dance on someone two weeks after they broke up, who was Scott to judge? Doesn't change the fact the Alex is too much of a damn nice person to hate. Alex was so likeable, it wasn't a surprise that they started dating.
Still, Scott was very confused and really needed to know some answers. Like the fact that his best friend was out cold on the floor. He placed his stuff down, walking into the living room. "Um, Alex? I'm not mad, but can I ask what you're doing here?"
Alex turned, not surprised that Scott was standing here. "Oh hey Scott. I'm not sure if I can tell you..." He bent down and shook Mitch awake. "Come on soldier, get up. Someone's here you need to explain some things to." Mitch suddenly shot up, grabbed Alex's wrist and completely threw him over his head, but Alex just landed on his feet gracefully. Scott stared at him in shock. "How-?"
"Long story," Alex said, brushing his hands. Mitch breathed heavily. "Dammit Alex, don't scare me like that. You know I'm jumpy." Alex snorted. "Believe me, I know. But I needed to wake you up. Scotts here and is kind of confused as to why I'm here if not for him." Mitch sighed wearily. "Alex was on the team below me in TRACK. We go waaaaaay back. We didn't say anything when ya'll met because that would raise all sorts of questions." Scott stared wide eyed at Alex.
"So you-"
"Yep."
"And you-"
"Yep."
"But how-?"
"Wasn't just in Texas, Scott." Scott looked like a fish, trying to regain sense of what he was just informed.
"So my ex and my best friend worked together to be vigilante teens and helped America? How is that a coincidence?!" Mitch shrugged. "Maybe it was fate telling us you needed to know, stat. But, we couldn't do that to you. You wouldn't have understood. You still don't really."
Scott tried not to be offended. "Then help me understand."
"This is one of those things that you have to experience to truly understand, Scott. Were just some of the unlucky few that got to. You don't want to ever understand the feeling of killing innocent children, kids our age, because American government told us to, for another stupid reason or another," Alex said, sharing a glance with Mitch. "We've seen things that we've had to go to therapy for. It's not something you want to understand, Scott."
"Then how am I supposed to help you?!" Scott asked, confused and a little irritated.
"That's the thing," mitch piped up. "You don't."
Scott was silent. "So...you want me to sit here, and think about everything you've just told me these past two days and not say anything? Hell no. Mitch, you are my best friend and possibly the most important thing in my life. I don't want you to go through this by yourself. That's suicide."
Mitch sighed, looking away. "So the update on Andrew?"
"We found a bank robbery with his MO written all over it. Really. It was his initials spray painted on the vault in the same handwriting. Not exactly hard to tell."
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Hurricane
FanfictionMitch's dad told him long ago his life was decided by the point of a gun. Even if he tried to run away from it, his past would come back and he'd be under the same pressure, the same exhilaration that he felt when he was younger. He had scoffed, det...