The end is near..

Prologue - The end is near

'Hi' = Thinking

"Hi" = Speaking

'Hi' = Mindlink

~Hi~ = Whispering

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Mitch sat in his office—reading over what books he had that could have essential information about The Wild Hunt.

Everything that he has found so far has only resulted in the inevitable death they all can't avoid.

Being eradicated from existence was never something nobody planned, especially him..

You see, Mitchell was already dying. Being stabbed through the abdomen wasn't just a normal stabbing.

The weapons being held by The Wild Hunt are actually swords that were MADE to kill off any supernatural beings like himself.

So, if one were to be stabbed, it'll result in a slow yet painful death.

Mitch knew all this. He knew his time would be soon.

He doesn’t wish for the others to worry, so he brushes it off as only a ‘coughing matter’ and that he'll ‘heal soon’.

Everything was a lie. Everything he told his fellow family was just a lie.

A lie so he could let them escape their sorrows of when he passed. At least he might be able to see Mev again.

“Mitch? You alright in there?”

A familiar voice called through the echoing corridors. Knocking was heard. It was Jackson, probably to come and check up on him again.

Jackson seemed to always worry most about Mitch's health, it's a reoccurring thing.

“Yeah, come in.”

Mitch spoke up—sighing—as the door to his office creaked open. He heard the echoing footsteps near him.

“You've been in here for a while now, I'm just here to check up on you to make sure you okay..”

Jackson spoke with sincerity—worried—as he overlooked Mitch's shoulders.

“I'm alright, just…researching..”

Mitch acknowledged back as he closed a book named ‘Supernatural World Beginnings’.

Of course, Mitch would never really tell Jackson the real purpose of his intentions, maybe one day.

“Oh, well… that's good, no coughing fits then?”

Mitch pondered for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. He looked up at Jackson with a look of remorse.

“Not really, it's been a bit subtle.”

“Well, that's good to know. Has the wound healed yet?”

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A tone of silence covered the room, Mitch and Jackson standing between the tension. Mitch had glanced down at his abdomen before he looked back at Jackson.

“It has healed more significantly than last time.”

Mitch answered with a sigh—he knew all too well that it had not,in fact, healed one bit.

Nobody needs to worry about him right now, and that's all he needs.

Jackson seemed to analyze Mitch for a brief moment before he bought the lie. He hummed in response as he overlooked Mitch's shoulders once more.

“What research were you doing?”

He questioned as he fixed the tuxedo he usually wore. Mitch was a bit hesitant to say, but he might as well tell him.

“Just some research on The Wild Hunt. It's best to at least be knowledgeable on it before anyone engages..”

Mitch answered with acknowledgment, wishing for Jackson to already head back to his daily routines.

“That is always a good idea!”

Jackson chimed back with a sudden intriguement. He looked back at Mitch as he placed a hand on Mitch's shoulder.

“If you need anything, I'll be with the others.”

Mitch hummed with a nod of the head, a bit of relief washing over him. Jackson then walked away and left with the check of the door coming to an end.

Mitch's shoulders dropped as he lifted his shirt briefly.

There it was.

The stabbed wound he'd gotten two weeks prior—It was still open as an unhealthy green glowed around it lightly.

That wasn't good..

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THATS THE END FOR NOW!!! What do you guys think so far? I legit started writing this today.