The Five Demigods

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Mitch pulled out his phones flashlight before he started walking. It was four in the morning, and nothing was open.

Clearly, he didn't think this through.

The only place open right now was the McDonald's down the road, so that's where he was headed.

Suddenly, he froze. Someone was following him.

He didn't know how he knew, he just did.

He quickly turned around and saw Matt. Before he could say anything, there was a needle in his neck. He froze and stared with wide eyes as he felt something like ice running through his veins.

When the needle left his neck, he brought his hand up and stumbled backwards, choking.

"W-w-what...what's happening?" Mitch choked out, still holding his neck, his entire body felt cold.

Matt looked at him. "The blood of a Hell Hound. Suppresses your good side, and brings out your more natural personality."

"My natural personality?" Mitch sassed.

"I told you before: You belong with us." He opened his arms and Mitch saw two more people standing behind Matt. One was Todrick, and the other one was a tall blond that looked a lot like Scott.

"And I told you: I am not a piece in your game."

"You have been this entire time. Just stop fighting yourself. Let those demons out."

Mitch glared. "You don't want that to happen."

"Oh, but I do. How did Scott take to you sleeping with Avi?"

Mitch clenched his teeth. "That is none of your business."

Matt nodded. "And the baby?"

"Don't you say anything about her." Mitch snarled.

"Ooo, so it's a girl."

"Shut your fucking mouth."

"Or what?"

Mitch yelled and threw a fireball, effectively hitting the tall blond in the shoulder.

Matt chuckled. "You'll be joining me sooner than you think. I'd give it a week. Or less." He shrugged.

Mitch watched as Matt teleported away, taking Todrick and the blond with him.

Mitch felt like ice had been injected into his veins. He was now beyond irritated.

He grunted in frustration and continued walking.

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Scott suddenly got a panicky feeling. He was trying to sleep, and he just flipped. He jolted awake, effectively alerting Kirstie.

"Scott?" She asked, sitting up and facing him.

"Somethings wrong. I have no idea what it is, but somethings wrong." He gasped.

"Somethings wrong? What, with the baby?" She asked as she caught scott before he fell off the bed.

Scott grunted. He was burning up. "N-no-no. She's fine." He put a hand to his stomach. "It-its s-s-something else." He crawled to the ground on his hands and knees and tried to take normal breaths.

Kirstie followed him to the ground. "Breathe Scott. You need to breath." She had him sit against the wall and put his hands on top of his head to open his airway.

Scott choked on the sudden intake of air, but the fresh oxygen in his lungs helped him focus to calm himself.

Kirstie cupped his face as she felt him calm down. "Talk to me."

Scott took a deep breath and looked at her. His body was still over heating.

"I-I don't...don't know what happened. I just felt really...off." He tried to explain. "Kirstie, something's wrong." He said, tears forming in his eyes.

Kirstie just sighed and pulled him in for a hug. "We'll figure it out, whatever it is. Just...breathe. Mitch should be back with food sometime soon, and maybe that'll help, okay?" She gave him a soft smile when she pulled back.

Scott sniffled and nodded. Now he just felt cold, like the temperature had dropped, so he crawled back into the bed and brought the covers up under his chin.

Kirstie tucked him in and kissed his head as she watched him soon fall asleep.

She smiled fondly and pulled out her phone to take a picture. His face was less tense when he was asleep. It made him look his age.

She saved the photo and pulled up a game and played it until Mitch came back.

He entered the room with a blank expression. He handed Kirstie her coffee and tossed the bag of food on the bed.

"Thanks, Mitchy." She said after she took a sip of the frappe he'd gotten her.

He nodded and went into the bathroom without saying a word.

Kirstie thought nothing of it, seeing as Mitchy had been kind of moody lately.

He took off his hoodie and shirt and looked as his body. His veins were a little darker, but there was nothing else that was different. There wasn't a mark on his neck or anything.

He glared at himself and shook his head and mumbled a string of profanities as he dressed himself.

He opened the door, probably harsher than he should've, and walked out. Then plopped himself on his bed and pulled out his phone.

"You alright?" Kirdtie asked.

"Fine." He replied shortly.

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

"Mitch-."

"What?" He said, annoyed.

"Don't take that tone with me." Kirstie said defensively. "I haven't done anything."

Mitch rolled his eyes and went back to his phone.

"Did something happen while you were gone."

"No, Kirstin. Nothing happened while I was out, now can you please just drop it?"

Kirstie didn't respond. He has never called her Kirstin. Ever. Not even growing up. She just looked at him until she sighed and went back to her phone.

Something definitely happened.

And she intended on finding out what.

I sowwyyyyyy.

Kinda.

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