Teen Wolf The Next Generation

2. Mitch Rapp

 "I'm Camden." The guy says with a lopsided smile.

 "Percilla, but everyone here already knows that," I reply look over the faces that had crowded me, "It's... um it's nice to meet you all." I add quietly.

 "Well, you know right?" He asks me forwardly.

 "Yea. I know." I say rubbing my arm awkwardly.

 "Okay.. so is there anyone you hoping to meet? I'm sure you know who some of us are." He continues.

 "N- Well actually, I was hoping- If it's not too much trouble, of course, That- if he's here," This is normally the point in my rambling that Daniel would nudge my arm or pinch me, but he was here so they let me ramble for a minute or two until stopping me.

 "Okay, I have no idea what you're saying but if you gave me a name I could help." He says with a light laugh.

 "Well I don't know his real name, but my parents called him Stiles," I say staring at the ground nervously.

 "Well, of course, we know who that is." He says with a smile and a confused look, I mean I was in a room full of Werewolves, were coyotes, and banshees and I was looking for a human. "He is over there," He says pointing me in the direction of a pale, light brown-haired boy.

 Now I knew something that I don't think most people did.

 You see I spent most of my childhood alone and indoors, so I had a lot of time to myself. And so I would make up imaginary friends, and people including my parents thought it was perfectly normal so they didn't do anything. But that's not the point, the point is I spent my free time on the internet. And like any lonely young child, I searched and searched and searched through all the new, old, and boring news.

 And eventually, I got to the point where I was simply looking into murders. At the age of 10, I was giving anonymous hints to the American FBI. And when giving hints I would contact an FBI agent that went by the name Stiles, also not the point. I looked into him a bit because you guessed it I was bored and I found something very interesting.

 He left Beacon Hills for 5 years. And that got me curious, where was he if he wasn't in Beacon Hills? 

 Again after a couple of months I figured everything out.

 Mieczyslaw Stilinski Had fallen in love while he was away, her name was Anna Rielly. After he realized that he loved her he gave up his supernatural life to be with her. After a terrorist attack 16 years ago, she passed away, she died a cruel and painful death. He went to get revenge, revenge on those who wronged her, and he got it. He continued his crusade for a year or two more until he decided that he needed to be home again.

 Of course, he still helps out in that department of work sometimes but no one knows, how could they? He doesn't even use his real name. When in his assassin mindset his name is Mitch Rapp, and no one with a speck of common sense dares to go against him. 

 After I confronted him about it he denied it, of course. But I showed him my work and he said he was generally impressed. After that, I "talked" to him a lot. I would create random media accounts using burner emails to converse with him. He doesn't know who I am, or my age, or my name. He simply knows me as Percy, something I called my self when I was little and couldn't pronounce my name.

 I slowly made my way towards him, he was currently turned away from me talking to a gruff-looking tall guy.

 "Uh.. hi..," I say quietly, quietly enough for him not to hear me and for the tall guy raise an eyebrow.

  "Uh, Stiles I think you got company." He says and Stiles turns around to face me. And at this point everyone was very busy catching up with each other to notice where I was.

 "Hi, you're Percilla right?" He asks with a smile. It was sad, how empty the smile was and how no one noticed. So I did the unexpected, even for me. I hugged him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and after a second of shock he wrapped his around my shoulders. I don't know how to describe it but it was like an instinct that I leaned my head against his chest. A couple of minutes and I finally let go of him.

 "Oh.. Oh my god. I'm- I'm so sorry. I didn't- I mean I didn't..." I start quietly.

 "It's okay." He responded quietly.

 "I'm Percilla like you know. I just..um I just wanted to meet you." I say staring at the ground again.

 "I'm Stiles." He says with another smile, this time one that's a little happier with a little more hope, "But what was the hug for?"

 "I just felt that... maybe you needed one.." I say with a small smile.

 He simply stared at me for a couple of seconds before shaking his head and continuing, "Who are you staying with again?" 

 "I don't know whoever will take me I guess." I say with a shrug, "Anyway worse comes top worse I sleep out under the stars, I heard it doesn't rain a lot out here."

 "Well you got that right. Hey, I don't know you do I?" He asks staring at me again.

 "I wouldn't think so," I say with a small laugh looking him in the eye. There it was, if you looked close enough there was a soul broken into a thousand pieces. But that wasn't the worst thing, the worst thing was that he knew he was broken and he tried so hard to keep the truth away from his friends, and he did. He did it so.

 But sadly a nosy 10-year-old girl figured everything out, even when some of the best detectives in the world couldn't. 

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 That indeed was chapter two. I hoped you all enjoyed it! Please feel free to leave requests.

Sincerely, TheGirlThatFell