Double Take

Chapter 8

Stiles

Stiles stops for a second. That name sounded so familiar. He suddenly realized where it was from. He steps back in shock.

"Rapp... No..." It all made sense now. Why the other boy was here. "You lost..." Stiles starts, his eyes not fully meeting Mitch's.

"My fiancee." He finishes his sentence in a dry tone.

Stiles could tell that it was painful for him to talk about. He shakes his head in disbelief. "I-I'm so sorry..." He replies quietly.

Mitch keeps his eyes trained on Stiles. "It was you." He decides, realizing. "You did it." His voice starts to raise. Stiles watches as he puts his hand on the gun in his pocket.

Stiles puts his hand out, keeping his eyes on the gun the other boy had his hand on. "Don't. Let me explain." He could hear his own voice shaking. "Please."

"You better have a damn good reason why." Mitch glares, his hand not coming off of the gun.

Stiles takes a deep breath, composing himself. "Alright... A few months ago I was possessed..." He begins to tell his story of how he got possessed by the Nogitsune.

Mitch

Mitch listens to Stiles. He couldn't believe it. He just didn't understand how Stiles was so good at lying. Mitch sits down and listens to his story, waiting for him to finish.

"And that's how it happened..." Stiles pauses. "I'm so sorry that she got caught in the crossfire."

Mitch stands up forcefully, his hand pulling his gun out of his pocket. "That's absolute bullshit. I can't believe you lied to me. Especially like that! I'm not even sure how you made up that elaborate story." He points the gun at Stiles's head.

Stiles quickly shakes his head. "Look, I'm not lying okay??" He starts to get tears in his eyes. "I'm serious. I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt. Believe me, I hate myself for what I did, but it wasn't actually me who did it-"

"So you're trying to tell me that some kind of fox spirit thing took over your body?? How the hell do you actually expect me to believe that?" Mitch snaps back, wondering why he hadn't shot the boy already.

Stiles shakes his head sighing. "Just... Hold on okay? Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back." He runs upstairs, leaving Mitch standing there in the middle of the room, gun in his hand.

Stiles

Stiles runs up the stairs quickly. He needed to show Mitch that he wasn't lying, and the only way to prove it, was to show him that werewolves are real.

When he gets up the stairs, he sees the pack standing in a circle, obviously talking about the two guys in the basement.

"Guys!" Stiles grabs Scotts shoulder. "This guy..." Stiles takes a breath. "I killed his fiancee."

The others look up at him in shock.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Derek asks.

"You mean... When you were the Nogitsune." Scott realizes, putting the pieces together.

Stiles nods. "Yeah. That's why he's here. He wants justice for his fiancee." Stiles runs his hand through his hair. "I-I tried to tell him about what happened. But of course he didn't believe me." He looks up at the pack. "So... I need you guys to help me." 

Scott raises an eyebrow. "You want us to turn to werewolves?? In front of someone we just met and don't even know we can trust? Stiles. You know we can't do that." Scott looks at his best friend apologetically.

Stiles bites his lip. "Scott..." He could feel his voice waiver. "He's my brother..."

Scott looks at him then puts his hand on Stiles's shoulder. "You're my brother. And I don't want you getting hurt."

Stiles looks Scott in the eyes, desperate for him to agree. "Scott... Please. I need to do this."

Scott sighs, reluctantly giving up. He looks over at the others in the pack who were standing there, their faces still in shock. "Fine." He gives in, taking his hand off Stiles's shoulder. "But if he hurts you... He's dead."

Mitch

Mitch walks around the basement looking for a way out. All around the room were big machines. Mitch guessed that they were some type of water heaters. He looks up and sees that there were a few windows, however they were way too high to reach, and they were most likely locked. On one of the walls, Mitch sees some type of symbol. It almost looked like a backwards 5. He runs his fingers across it. It was etched into the wall somehow. He wanted to investigate it further, but the door opens to the stairwell. He could see the boy, Stiles called Scott, leading the others down the stairs.

"You untied him and left him down here??" Scott whisper yells, yet it was audible enough for Mitch to hear.

"He can't go anywhere." Stiles protests.

Mitch turns to the group. Two girls and three boys. Mitch tried to piece together who was who from Stiles's little story, but the only one he could distinguish was Scott. Stiles had talked about the tan, brown haired, crooked jaw boy a lot.

Stiles walks over to Mitch as if he were some type of wild animal.

"Mitch..." He starts slowly, "I'm going to have to ask you to put down the gun please."

Mitch laughs and raises an eyebrow. "Are you kidding me? That's just not happening." He keeps his finger close to the trigger, but the gun pointed down towards the floor.

Stiles sighs and looks towards his friends. The young boy on the left of Stiles starts to talk.

"Look, you might be really freaked out about this. I was too. Just try to stay calm and please don't shoot any of us." The boy tries to reason. Mitch stood his ground.
"Liam not helping." Scott hissed at the young boy. He turns back to Mitch and sighs. "This might sound insane, but everything that Stiles told you about us is true. He was possessed by a Nogitsune and it made him do stuff that Stiles would never do."

Mitch starts laughing. "And what? I'm supposed to believe that you're all werewolves too?"

"Werecoyote actually." A girl on the right with long brown hair answers, quite confidently, Mitch takes a mental note to himself.

"Banshee." The other girl, with red hair who stood to the left of Stiles, spoke up, holding his hand.

Mitch rolls his eyes, now getting angry. "I can't believe you actually think I'm this stupid." He raises the gun and points it at Stiles. "You killed someone I love. You're going to pay."

Suddenly, Scott literally roars. Mitch looks over at him, startled, his gun turning to face him now. Mitch then takes a step back, looking at the boy. "H-holy shit..." Scott had glowing red eyes and hair going up his cheeks. Mitch thought he was just seeing things before on the rooftop, but he now knew that it was true. He was a werewolf. Mitch slowly lowers the gun, shaking his head. "T-this can't be real..."

Stiles

Stiles felt bad for Mitch. It was the first time he actually saw fear in his eyes. Real fear. Stiles puts his hand up and puts it on Scott's shoulder.

"Okay... That's enough." Stiles says, seeing that the other boy was scared out of his mind.

Scott turns back into a human again, and is about to say something when suddenly, Stiles hears a gunshot. He feels a shooting pain start to go all down his left shoulder to his arm. He looks over at Mitch. However, Mitch was looking to his right. The other man Mitch had come with, had somehow woken up, gotten out of his restraints, and shot Stiles. Stiles groans and falls to his knees in pain. His vision was starting to get blurry. He could just make out Scott running over to him, as Mitch and the other man run up the stairs and out the door. 

Hey guys! I'll update more this weekend!