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Deaton's Funeral

I spot the pack from far away and stand near a tree as I silently honor Deaton. I wear all black with black sunglasses hiding my identity and watch the funeral from a far. My skin, still pale white. My hair, still icy white. But the anger, the pain, and rage is gone. I don't know who I am with these abilities. I don't know why I did the things I did.

Stiles and Scott turn around and they both spot me. They begin to walk towards me with Lydia following with them, and I make my way to meet them halfway as I take my sunglasses off. "Well, Well." Stiles says impressed and I stand back a little as I'm not fully ready to get back to the way things were. "At least you're not shopping at Villains R Us anymore." Stiles says mocking Killer Frost's outfits I wore when we were with Lykos, or Theo.

"I'm sorry about Deaton." I tell them in a genuine voice, really meaning what I say to them. No more snarky comments, this is me. I'm finally in control again, and there's no more pain, just... confusion with who I am.

"I'm sure he would've appreciated you coming." Scott tells me sincerely with a small smile, being genuine as Deaton tried to help me and I couldn't listen to save him from myself.

"Why did you come?" Lydia asks curiously and I struggle to even find that answer. Last night, I finally felt in control. Killer Frost let me out, and we both worked together to prevent Lykos. Now it seems like we're both in control, letting each other decide together what we should do.

"I don't know." I tell them.

"You ready to come back home?" Stiles asks and I shake my head. Stiles digs through his pocket and gives me a blue vile and I see that it's the antidote I subliminally made Killer Frost make while parts of me were in control.

"I don't have a home." I respond back, this home is haunted of memories that I want to forget. I hold the vile in my hand looking at what I've made and I don't think I want to get rid of Killer Frost, I want to simply discover more of me and him and how we can work together to find a common ground to do good.

"You do with your family. With us Chris." Lydia says reminding me of why I came out.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not Chris anymore." I say giving back the vile to Stiles and he holds on to it confused. Curing myself from Killer Frost is all I ever wanted, even vice versa for Killer Frost, but we need each other.

"You're not Killer Frost." Scott tells me as he's noticed no snarky remarks from me.

"No, I'm not. I'm something else." I tell the three of them as we've all been together for so long. We're the last of the original pack, us four left standing together. "And I need to figure out what that is... On my own." I tell them, and look specifically at Stiles as it'll hurt him to see me leave once again when I've just came back.

I turn away from them and they do too except for Stiles. "Hey." I hear Stiles as he grabs on to my shoulder lightly grabbing my attention to convince me to stay but this is for the better. For me, for Killer Frost, and for Beacon Hills.

"Stiles." I say his name as it hurts me to have to hurt him like this once more. "Let me go." I tell him seriously and he does so.

I turn away from them completely and walk away from them, disappearing forever from Beacon Hills.

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Stiles' Home

I begin to pack my things in my room, going through everything I have trying to start fresh for myself. Graduation finally happened and school came to an end and summer only means for all of us in the pack to split up. Everyone has plans, college, staying here in Beacon Hills, but I have other plans.

I go through my closet, throwing things into the trash that I don't need, and other things into a box for charity. I clear my closet out and as I go through the last thing, I run into a box of memories that I put away a year ago after Chris had gone full Killer Frost. I take the box and set it on my floor, and sit down in front of it. I open the box seeing photos of me and Chris as children, and then some of us when we were dating and just as friends.

I go through all the pics, laughing at them as some of them are silly. I look up crying a little bit with tears of joy from the memories and see my board of tabs that I kept on Chris while he was missing. All the articles that were written about him in Gotham City, Bludhaven, Star City, and Central City. I walk towards the board and take some of the pictures of Killer Frost and look at them and store them in the same box with Chris' photos.

Killer Frost might've been the hardest things that I've ever had to go through my life but I shouldn't pretend that it didn't happen. What I went through with Killer Frost made me stronger, and in return I hope that it makes Chris stronger. I truly, and genuinely hope that he finds what he's looking for.

I close the box and store it back in my closet hoping that one day, I can update it with more photos of Chris and I in the near future. I close my closet and grab my box getting it ready to drop off to start a . I grab my bag as well, as I'm going to take it in the car with me to Quantico, Virginia. Before I leave my room, I look at it one last time as it's almost empty from its things.

I smile lightly at my room and close the door ready for a new chapter in my life, for all of us.