Mischief

1863

1863

Her husband had not returned from battle yet when she was in the midst of giving birth to their only child. It was a miracle in itself they were even granted with the chance of continuing the family line, with their troubles of reproduction. Katarzyna was left behind with her pregnancy when her husband wanted to fight for their country. His country.
It would never belong to her. They met when John went overseas to Poland and fell madly in love. Katarzyna left behind her family and her country to be with John. Now, five years later, she still doesn't regret a single moment in doing so.
"Aghh!" She exclaimed with sweat pouring down her face. She wished and yearned for Johns presence. Just a few moments now and her child will be in her arms.

Except, that's now how it played out. Once their son was born Katarzyna passed into a deep sleep to never wake again. Her midwife held Katarzyna's son in her hands, and gave him the name she new Katarzyna would want for him. Mieczyslaw. After her father.
The news would soon circulate back to the farm which they lived that John had been killed in battle. And their son, Mieczyslaw, he would never even known existed.

1875
Mieczyslaw Stilinski.
He hated his damned name.
Not only was it a constant reminder of what he lost, it was a constant reminder he wasn't like the rest of the kids who he bedded with. All the others came from American families who died fighting the good fight for their country. A country he had no claim to. A country they made all very clear he should not be in. They couldn't even pronounce his name correctly, he was known as Mischief.
He had enough. He was sick of being treated like a lesser being because of his heritage, because of his name. Mieczyslaw wanted a family. His family. To know if his mother had his moles or if it was his father who he got them from. Who gave him his weirdly shaped nose.
He wanted to know so badly, he became obsessed.
Every now and again he sneak from the orphanage and visit what was known as a magic keeper. She was lovely. Reminded him of the women who tried to raise him, the one who gave him his name. Thinking on it now, Mieczyslaw knows she didn't think he was really serious. Just a curious kid wishing for answers, wishing for a better life.
One day he asked the oddest of questions, 'what's the legend of the cross roads?' Of course she didn't think anything of it. Mieczyslaws asked her for more far fetched stories.
"Oh that one my dear involves much more darker presences than I have ever encountered. It's said to be a way of getting something you deeply desire, but with a dramatic twist."
Of course in saying this she knew it would only make Mieczyslaw more intrigued. It was something about the boy that made Meredith want to see his eyes light up.
"Please, please tell me Meredith! If you do i'll buy those cookies from the bakery on six you really like," Mieczyslaw pleaded. She could never resist those doe eyes.
"Now boy we both know you really don't 'buy' those cookies," She smirked at him and the boy rolled his eyes. He made of motion for her to continue her story.
"Okay, okay you got me. But don't you be going and messing with any dark magic."
Mieczyslaw didn't want to mention the couple times he already did. The scar on his back was hard enough to hide from the magic keeper.
"Legend says if you go to a cross road, you know like on the by that old burnt down farmhouse, and put a box of 3 personal belongings in the middle of the cross, a force of hell will show up." She said dragging out the last part in almost a whisper. Mieczyslaw leaned in excitedly. That boy did always have a morally obscure compass.
"They give you whatever you want. Fame, fortune, smarts. Magic. In the return of your soul."
At this part the boy leaned back, almost hesitant.
"Is it a trick then? If they get your soul then why ask for fame or fortune if you won't live to have it?"
She smiled wickedly and leaned across the counter top to the boy and said, "You do get it. For ten or so years. After that, they come collecting what you signed over." 
For some odd reason the boy across from her look almost defeated. She grabbed his hand to get his attention.
"I know you're always looking for an answer, but this ain't the road you want to take. I look at you like your my own. Don't be getting yourself hurt."
So of course he did the exact opposite.

Two weeks later after his visit with Meredith, Mieczyslaw has his plan. He stole a cardboard box from the bakery (after eating the boxes containments of sweets) and packed up three items. His mothers necklace that was passed to him, his fathers wristwatch, and the sketchbook he stole from the store on 8th.
He waited till near midnight when the other kids were asleep, and that nasty old bastard was too drunk to notice him sneaking off.
The old burnt down farmhouse was about a fifteen minute walk from the orphanage and Mieczyslaw got there right at midnight. Dug out a tiny bit of gravel in the middle of the crosscroad, buried his box, and waited.
When Mieczyslaw was about to give up and think this was another bust, someone appeared before him. He jolted back, scared. Meredith warned him they were dark presences.
"What is an adorable boy like you calling upon a monster like me?" It spoke harshly, and with each word stepped a bit closer to him.
Mieczyslaw swallowed hard. The pit of fear at his stomach slowly taking over his body. He wanted to run, but he wanted his family more.
"I-I was told you could help me.." Mieczyslaw whispered with his entire body shaking. The face of the monster slowly became visible.
"Well then. You've come to right place. The names Crowley." The demon hissed at him with his eyes glowing red.
"What is it you want? Hm, to be taller?For that one girl to look your way?"
Mieczyslaw shook his head and this time spoke loudly, "I want my family."
"Now bringing back the dead is very difficult, but I could reunite you with them." The demon smiled wickedly and Mieczyslaw shouldn't have trusted that. But the poor boy just wanted his family. At any costs.
"You have a spark in you Mieczyslaw Stilinski. I want that spark. How about this, i'll give you 20 years with your family in return for you taking my job once I retire for a higher position. Deal?"
His job? Did he mean a crossroads dealer? He could do that if it meant 20 years with his family. He would do anything for that amount of time. Mieczyslaw felt tears on his face and couldn't help the smile that the deal brung onto him.
"Deal."