Seeing Is Believing
A/N: Alright, so, this is only an idea, so please let me know what you think. The idea came to me the other day, and I decided to write it down before I lose it. *Please note that this is in no way meant to offend anyone about religion or anything else you might think of. It's really just the plot and wouldn't work as well if I didn't use Heaven and Hell in it, so, please don't take offense. :) Enjoy
Disclaimer: I don't in any way own Mcfly
The world seems normal to most. Though, if you noticed, most doesn't mean all. There are rare cases where people can see past the barriers of "normal" and into the beyond of the twilight zone. Those few don't exactly grasp their gift well all the time, though. Those who are born with the ability of sight, able to see those who are meant to be hidden, tend to dismiss them as hallucinations until they drive themselves mad. Others who are born with the ability to hear things that should be kept quiet, drive themselves so insane that they end up in a mental ward till the day they die. Then there were the very rare ones that could see and hear things that they shouldn't. Something had come though, that could tear at the thin line between worlds, and change everything forever.
Demons and Angels had roamed from Earth and back to their homes in Heaven and Hell since the beginning of time, and the war between the two kinds had been going on nearly as long. One side was for peace and happiness, while the other side was for chaos and tragedy. With both equally matched, it seemed as though the war would never end.
Both kinds sometimes included mortals into it, Demons killing them in car accidents and house fires to score points and advantages; it was pretty obvious that Demons would play dirty. Angels knew this and had retaliated by tagging their souls for heaven and sending them out as what they would call "soldiers" who would attack the Demons head on with everything they had; this ended up causing more unknown havoc on Earth.
The mortals born with both abilities, that hadn't driven themselves into insanity, were recruited by either side before the other, and used as secret weapons. This part had started sometime during the mid-1800s.
And so the war went on and on. One side would eventually lose, and when that happened, something in all worlds would change.
You'd think Heaven would be the obvious side you'd root for, but are all the intentions good? Are all angels good?
I've been asking myself this question for a long time; ever since I was young enough to talk. Ever since I had become what both sides were dying to have. Because I, Harry Judd, was no mere mortal with sight or hearing abilities. No, I was much more.
Why couldn't I have been naïve and normal?
A/N: Alright, so, that was the prologue. Um, I've not a clue to where this story's going. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. Is that how that saying goes? Hmm… oh well, doesn't matter. BUT, please know that if you do want me to continue this story, that it's not really Harry-Centric. All four boys play big parts, I already know that.
