Daylight; the soft morning breeze hit his face as he headed to the airport; he had sold his apartment and left no trace of himself. Stiles Stilinski no longer existed in Washington D.C, he was flying under the radars. Even though he had hacked multiple times into the FBI system, he was able to get rid of his evidence (although gone from sight, cyber space is a much more complicated thing). Once Stiles arrived at the airport, he was smart enough to not bring weapons. Instead he knew where to find and buy weapons in Beacon Hills. So he didn't worry too much.
Getting passed the metal detector was a breeze, when they did a random check they checked his passport and stared at it before letting he going ahead. Once the check was done he was allowed to carry on about with his day.
Stiles had boarded the plane and had taken to his seat by the window. He sat there looking at the view, as he saw the plane take off; it was strange to him to be heading back to his hometown, the idea hadn't quite wrapped around his head yet. Stiles felt the sense of anxiety flood over him as he realized he had yet to get to his old home, all the memories of things he wished to forget. His mind wondered to his dad and all the things he had been through with his dad, all the time he had felt weak (with his pack) how useless he felt through high school to his friends; he felt his eyes blur.
Closing his eyes for a moment he opened them and his face became emotionless and blank like a clean canvas, he was a new man. He was not the weak and useless Stiles from before.

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The plane landed and Stiles walked off the plane, with the other boarded passengers and into the airport to retrieve their belongs. Grabbing his things from the baggage check, once he had his things he headed out and he walked out of the airport to hailed himself a taxi. He gave the driver a helping hand by getting his luggage into the boot, giving him a few directions to where he wanted to be dropped off. Stiles paid the things needed but the driver was suspicious that Stiles was to be dropped off by a main road, but he assured the driver that it was fine and that he only had so much money; and needed some for food. Offering the driver a fake smile, the drive giving a sigh just accepted his excuse and let him off and took the money.
Stiles is out of the car and walked to the boot, as he opened the boot his smile fell to its usual cold expression.
He managed to find one of the hunters gun shops. He crossed the road to he walked in, the bell went off. Barely anyone was in the shop only the owner of the shop, one shop worker and Stiles. He walked in and straight to the counter; putting his bags down he grabbed his wallet and pulled out his gun licenses/permit and placed it onto the counter, and of course he used a fake name. The one in Washington he used the name Mitch Rapp, to protect himself from any chance of getting arrested.
The guy looked at the gun license/permit and stared for a moment then spoke
"Mitch Rapp...alright buddy, what do you want?" he asked with a grunt
"The CZ 75" he stated emotionlessly
"The modern CZ 75 is a favorite pistol across Europe, for police and military forces. The weapons are also a favorite among competition shooters around the world. The CZ 75 is a very smooth shooting pistol with very little recoil." The man said as he looked at Stiles
"Correct, The CZ 75 features an all metal frame that while heavier, does absorb recoil more so than polymer frames. The weapon is hammer fired and can be fired in double or single action. The weapon can feature either a safety or a decocker depending on your personal choice" Stiles said blankly to show the guy he did know his guns
"alright that would be $554.99 please" the man said as he hand him also some ammunition.
Making no complaints Stiles gave his card to get the gun, as he paid he felt watched. Now through the 1.5 years he had been careful with his surroundings, he has always been hyper vigilant. He looked around the shop casually as his card processed itself, only to catch a familiar face. When he made eye contact with this person, they gave a harsh glare and put whatever they were holding onto the shelf.
"Here you go kid" the guy at the counter spoke out handing him a recite of his payment
"You know you look like someone I once knew...something Btilinski" the man commented
"Well as they say there is around 7 look-a-likes in the world of anyone and everyone" Stiles commented and grabbed his gun and the ammunition.
The man at the counter chuckled and agreed with Stiles, as he loaded his gun. He was given a free gun holster with the perches he made, he grabbed his bags and he walked out the shop
"Good bye Mr. Rapp"
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As he walked off he could tell that he was being followed by the familiar face, as he reached the entrance of Beacon Hills he was pinned to the Beacon Hill's sign, before the person made contact towards Stiles. He ducked and backed away, once away he elbowed the guy in the side and grabbed his head and kneed him in the face. The man fell to the ground with a grunt and a growl, it sure confirmed it; Derek Hale
"for a big guy you sure fall hard" the sarcastic comment came out of Stiles mouth
"Who are you really" Derek growled out
"None of your business" he stated looking down at the werewolf.
Derek growled and lunged at Stiles with a menacing growled as his eyes flashed red, this caused him to smirk. He grabbed Derek's arm, pulled at it as he moved away and elbowed him in the face; while Derek held his face in pain Stiles knocked Derek's feet from under him so he fell to the floor. But as  Derek was about to stand up Stiles had a gun to his face and aimed it to his face
"Pick a fight with me again and I'll kill you" Stiles said dead seriously
"Who are you?" Derek asked again as he stayed where he was even though he knew that if he were to be shot nothing would happen but he needed to know if this was the person he knew
"Like I said before none of your business" and with that, Stiles shot him at his right thigh.
Derek laid there in pain although it won't kill him it still hurt like a bitch, to be shot more so from close range. He swore that was Stiles he remembered the smell from anywhere. He watched as he reloaded his CZ 75, and for a moment he questioned himself if this really was the Stiles he once knew from back in the day.
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Stiles managed to lose the werewolf and finding himself in a hotel to take a rest; lying on the hotel bed and stared at the fan that was spinning, fanning cold air onto him.
He decided that instead of wallowing in his thoughts he walked to the hotel bathroom and just washed his face to just freshen up a little, he looked in the mirror and for a moment he remembered the time he was possessed by Void. A smirk came to his face
isn't it funny, I'm not possessed and yet here I am on my way to kill a bastard for what he has taken from me...he is going to pay for what he has done Stiles menacingly thought to himself.