Setosolace- "The Past Bites Back"

Mitch...?

Adult language warning: Cuss words.
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Jason's POV:

I lay on my bed, tossing darts at a minecraft poster. I was trying to hit each mob in the forehead; and succeeded in 4 of the 19 mobs, when a frantic knocking sounded all throughout the house. (Btw, some of the mobs in Jason's poster are repeated. That's why there's 19.) I groaned, and sat up; lugging my feet on the carpet as I trudged out of my room and towards the front door.

"Hi." I said, a little unamused by the person standing on my doorstep.
It was Mitch.
Except he didn't look like Mitch. He was pale, and his hair was ruffled to bits.
"Hey... M-mind if I step inside...?" Mitch whispered; trying to act casual.
By now, I had seen through his act: and rushed him inside, shutting the door swiftly behind me.

Mitch just walked over to the couch, sat down, and sighed a sigh that sounded ridden with sorrow and fear.
"I'll get you a coffee... Just don't be dead on the floor when I come back, okay?" I said, grabbing my mom's car keys and running out the door to my Mother's D-Rango. I sped out the driveway towards Starbucks.
I didn't have the heart to drag Mitch with me, because he was looking so fragile and helpless.
Plus, I know a certain someone who cares for Mitch enough and works at Starbucks, and he'll discount me if I explain the situation.

I open the coffee shop's door and stare at the unusual crowd.
'People are freaks in public' I think as I walk past a woman putting coffee in her baby's bottle to try to stop its screaming.
"Hey Jason. What brings ya?" Ty said with a tacky smile as he twirled a straw in his hands.
"Mitch." I say, a bit scared myself.
Ty raises a brow. "What about Mitch? Did you lose a bet and now you have to buy him our most expensive coffee?" He says, failing at stifling a chuckle.
"God no. Something's wrong with him! He came to my door pale, shaking, and messy!" I whisper urgently.
Ty seems taken aback, but regains focus, typing his "usual" into the cash register, then removing the cost completely.

He runs away for a second, then comes back with a cup.
"Go. Run. " Ty whispered as he handed me the cup.
And I did.
I ran a couple lights, and sped the whole way, but I didn't get pulled over, so that was a plus.

I pulled into the driveway and carefully opened the door, peeking inside to see Mitch wasn't on my couch still.
I walked further into my living room, only to hear a groan from in front of my couch.
Mitch was laying in a ball on the floor in front of my couch.
"Mitch...?" I whisper.
I only get a weak flick of his wrist in response. I place his coffee on the table in front of the couch, and pull him into a sitting position.
"Can you at least look at me...?" I whisper, trying to grab Mitch's chin to get him to face me. But he did the strangest thing.

He bit me.

He freaking BIT me!

Mitch was acting just like a wild animal would when it was cornered and wounded. He was acting like a frightened wolf.
I whipped my hand away from him, looking at where he bit me. Right on the thumb.
Blood was starting to seep from the marks in my skin, and just as I noticed this, Mitch recoiled in terror.
"Oh my god, Jason! I'm so sorry!"
I managed to calm myself down with deep breaths, and texted Tyler.

Me: "Come over. I might need you."

I sat watching Mitch drink his coffee for a couple minutes, until the door creaked open.
"Hi." I heard Tyler shyly whisper. He walked over to the couch, and slung his arms over the top of the couch.
Mitch froze. He held his coffee in his numbly shaking hands, and timidly turned his head. It was like a stack of bricks fell on him when he looked at Tyler.
"I-I'm sorry; Tyler..." Mitch whispered.
Tyler lifted a brow; and I showed him my still bleeding thumb. Tyler pushed his glasses farther up the ridge of his nose, and went to get my first-aid kit.