When binge-watching Cringemas on YT takes up most of your time.

I'm kidding XD
Animating, drawing, writing and reading ahead for the next term is hard to do all at the same time… ;-; BUT IDDCCC! Even if I get sick 'cause of this lack of sleep, I'M STILL GONNA WRITE THIS! No one's changing that. :)

The majority said: React defensively, stand your ground.

Dark's POV:
"See? Isn't it all better now?
Don't you feel better after I 'aided' you into doing that?

Let the anger build up, show what you felt.
Just know this, Mark.
The best way to handle situations…" I paused, and took steps forward to Mark's ear. I started to whisper.
"...Is to let your emotions get to you."

Your POV:

I push myself off of the wall. The fuck was Mark up to?! My face fucking aches. Why am I literally getting burnt, punched and now slapped all in one damn trip? What's next, a fuckin' kidnapping?

Don't over exaggerate, [Y/N]. Don't.

Sean dashed into the scene and grabbed hold of Mark tightly, dragging him back away. Mark was still flickering from Dark to himself. He tried to elbow Sean, but Sean put that arm in an awkward position, out of the way. When the flickering stopped, Sean let go of him.

"You never fucking mentioned anything." Mark yelled. I stared him in the eyes, narrowing them. He took a step back, and paused for a moment. "I'm sorry… I'm-" He reached out for my face, and I smacked his hand away.

"Don't you fucking sorry me, the hell was that for?!" I shouted straight into his face, taking a step forward and pointed at him. I have to stand my ground, it's my habit. He stared down at me with cold eyes. He shut his eyes, and calmed himself down.

"Why didn't you mention anything?" The coldness in his eyes faded, and it was obvious he was trying not to snap at me. But for what?
"Mentioned what." I crossed my arms. He breathed in and out.
"That-" Mark was interrupted by a faint bang on the door. He pushed Sean out of the way, and frantically ran to the door to push against it, and drew back the curtains of the window on his left slightly.

"The fuck is up with you?" Sean tilted his head in confusion as he spoke. Mark peered out the window, and walked backwards (keeping his eye on the door) towards us. "You're freaking us out."

"It's… nothing. Be careful, [Y/N], of men dressed in red and black. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Mark stated, speeding up after every word.
"What!? Excuse me, you haven't explained a thing!" I stood there confused as he ran off into his room. I looked over to Sean, and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know either." Sean sighed. We both look over to the door. I rubbed my cheek, and Sean came over. He put his hand on my face, and moved his thumb across my cheek.
"I'm fine, Sean." I reassured, as I smiled at him. He took his hand away, and looked at the clock on the wall to see the time.

Mark's POV:
Okay, Okay, Calm down.
Is this legit? Is this correct information?
Is she really…
I take my phone out of my pocket to put it down on the table, as it felt it was stabbing my stomach when I sat down. As I move my hands to rest it on the keyboard to start typing, the phone vibrates. I stare at the phone. I know who it is, I'm not answering.

It's still ringing. Why is he being so persistent?
Stop calling, damnit.
Okay, It's stopped…
I check [Y/N]'s information once again. That lines up… that lines up… that lines up…
And I'm not entirely sure about this. She never mentioned anything. The gift. She's shocked that we have alter egos… I doubt she has anything to do with the supernatural.
The phone vibrates again. This time it wasn't a phone call, but a voice recording. I hesitate, but in the end I play it.
We found the girl, and we have her coordinates. Standby.
What?! Hold on, hold on…
I try to dial the number as quick as I can.

Your POV:
"Seaaann get that cold towel away from me!" I joked, jumping out of the way of Sean's hand like a frog.

"Haha, oh come on. You're going to leave the mark there until it goes away with time?" Sean laughed. He ran over to me and I was too late to react. By the time I was moving to my left to avoid it, he grabbed my shoulder and stopped me. Sean held the towel against my cheek. I sighed.

"You aren't literally gonna keep it there, are you? Here, give it to me." I implied. Sean shook his head.

"No, you'll put it away." He said.

"What. PFFT! Nah." I joked. He smirked.

"That's classical [Y/N], huh?" Sean laughed. I crossed my arms and pouted playfully.

"You can stop though, it doesn't hurt that much." I explained. He took it off my face, and handed me the towel.

"Fine, fine." He gave in. I smiled triumphantly as if I had just won something. "Wipe that grin off your face."

"Okay!~ Hey Sean?" I asked, as I took the towel. He tilted his head. "It's getting dark. Do you want to go home, or stay here a little longer?"
"Hmm… I think I should go home, I'm spending so much time here." He walked over to get his jacket, and he hurried it on. I grabbed mine. "Huh? What are you doing?"
"Going with you. Is that fine with you?" I replied, as I followed him. He nodded.
"Yeah, sure. What harm can it do?" Sean opened the door, and we both left the house. It really was dark - the only thing lighting up the streets were the streetlights, and the areas outside of the lights were just dark. A bit like a stage - the streetlights were spotlights of the streets, putting emphasis on wherever it shone.
Okay, okay, stop being so artsy and stop comparing things.
"Well, thanks anyway. You could have let me walk to my house by myself, you know?" Sean spoke up. I turned to him.

"Well I know I could have, but I don't want to let you go alone. If you didn't want me to do that, you could have told me at the house." I answered.
"No, it's okay… I like the company." He mumbled just loud enough for me to hear. I looked at his face, and it was slightly red.
"Good." I smiled at him, and he smiled back, but quickly looked away. I laughed, and he turned back to me.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"You're so cute." I poked his cheek, which startled him. I felt a bit of a burn in my face, but who gives a shit? His cheek was actually kinda… soft… if I could just touch it a little more…
"Uhh, [Y/N], cah-you-le-go-of-myh-fache?" Sean tried to speak, but when I came back to reality, I was playing around with his face. I immediately let go.
"Sorry. Your cheeks are just so soft!" I explained. He chuckled.

"I doubt they're softer than yours." He poked my cheek. I stood there, and pretended to pout.

"Is this a new game? Who can play around with each other's faces? 'Cause I'm down for it." I joked, as I caressed his face. He took a step back, and laughed it off.

"No, no. Let's not play that game." He said. I shrugged. "I'll win either way." he mumbled.

"What was that?' I put one hand on my hip, leaned in a bit, and put the other hand against my ear.

"Nothing~" He bopped my nose. He took a step back as I took a step forward.
"Run, little irish man, run." I told him. I started to run after him, and he scrambled to turn around quick enough to run to his house. Just at the front of his house, I managed to wrap my hands around his stomach, and give him a bit of a hug at the same time.
"Ack- Dangit!" He exclaimed, as we both end up laughing. "You got me."

"I sure did!" I boasted triumphantly. I let go of his stomach, and he went up to his door. He stood by the door. "Well? Aren't you going to go back inside?" I asked.
"Yeah, after I know you've returned home safe." Sean made clear. I shrugged, as if I were saying 'go ahead', and I went down the path back to my home. As I was walking down, it was dead quiet.
Just then, half-way down the path, a car screeched down past the road near me, and skidded to a hault. I walked at a bit of an angle so that I was away from the car. I kept my eye on it though. Five people stepped out, all wearing black jackets, grey shirts and red fabric but they wore the fabric differently - some wrapped it around their heads like bandanas, some wrapped it around their necks, some wrapped it around their wrists, and some with all three. Either way, on the red fabric it had 'A' all over it in a matte black. It seemed familiar...
Wait, what Mark said! Men in red and black! I speed walked down the road. I looked behind me, to see Sean was starting to get a little bit worried as well, and started to pace towards me. I shook my head to him, but as I did, I hit something warm. I immediately turned back, to be greeted by one of the men. I took steps backwards, then tried to turn to run but someone grabbed hold of my shoulders. I saw the red fabric - it was the same group. Am I targeted?!
"Let go of me! You fuckin' freak!" I yelled, as I tried to kick him. I struggled in his grasp, but someone else had grabbed hold of my legs, and lifted them, directing towards the car.
"[Y/N]!" I heard Sean yell, followed by accelerating footsteps but I didn't pay attention. My heart was beating too fast, my thoughts were running through my head and my body was trying to move from the grasps of these men. What the hell are they going to do to me?! And why me, not some other girl?!
"SOMEONE!" I exclaimed. As I jolted upwards, freeing from the first man's grip who was holding my shoulders, I hit head first on the grass below me.
"This damn girl's a pain in the ass." One of them hissed. He grabbed hold of my wrists, and they flung me in the car.
"DEAR GOD, [Y/N]!" Sean yelled from the top of his lungs to me, his voice coming closer significantly. The door was still slightly open, as the rest flooded in.

"GET MARK NOW-" I tried to yell, but a stinging pain in my head distracted me.
Everything went black.

Sean's POV:
The car started to head off.
"Go, Go!" The person inside yelled, as they closed the door shut. I ran as fast as I could after the car, but they hit the gas and drove off like lightning. The next best option - to run to Mark. I dashed to Mark's house, and busted through the door forcefully.
"MARK! MARK!" I yelled. He was sitting on the couch, suited up just like one of the men; in black and red. He shot up out of his seat/

"What is it?! Where's [Y/N]?!" He shouted.

"She's… I don't know! People took her in a car!" I tried to explain, but I was panting so much that it was hard to.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT WERE YOU DOING, FUCKING SITTIN' ON YOUR ASS AND WATCHING IT?!" He yelled to me.

"I tried to get there to her, but I was too slow! God damnit, I shouldn't.. Shouldn't have let her go back to her house on her own!" I stuttered. Mark took out something from his belt. It was a gun. My eyes widened. "How the hell did you get a gun?!"
"No time to explain, just... Take one, here" He hurriedly threw over a gun to me, and some ammunition.
"How'd you get it into Ireland?"
"It's my job as an Archangel to always carry a weapon. Whether it be a gun, or a knife." He explained as calmly as he can, considering the situation. He put in ammunition in his gun, and I did in mine. I don't recall using a gun… I just have to have reasonably good aim. This is for [Y/N]. I have to do this right. Mark stashes away the remaining ammunition, and he hides the gun in his belt. I make do with my belt, and I stash it there. Mark speed-walks to the garage door, and motions for me to hurry up.
"It's time to go." Mark walked over to the driver's seat, and I get into the passenger's seat.
"Do you know where they went?"
"They are in the same clan as I am, I have to know where their hideout is in every country before I'm assigned a job."

Your POV (Half an hour after the previous event):
"Ughh…" I grunt. Where am I? What am I doing? How did I get here? I try to move but I was bound by something. Rope? Chain? Fuckin' velcro? I can't really tell. It didn't feel like anything, I can't even feel anything. All I can feel is that I'm tired or sleepy. I forced my eyes open, and I feel my wrists throb and my elbows being held down completely. I look down with all of the energy I can muster, to see there's something connecting into my elbow with the remains of clear liquid in the connecting pipe. Am I drugged? I think I have an idea which drug this is, possibly GHB but the other effects of the drug...
Dear god, I can't even list my priorities. Here I'm describing how I'm fuckin' bound to a… wall? A table which is vertical? A pole? And how I am wondering what kind of drug I'm on?
Then again, it could be Ketamine.
This is EXACTLY what I mean. Oh my god, I can't think straight, I can't keep my eyes open. Why am I here? Where even is 'Here'?
And what the hell do I do?

What do you do?
1) Try to get the drug pipe out of you first, if it even is a drug pipe.
2) Try to identify what's keeping you down, and try to free yourself.

3) Fall asleep and try to get/give some information from/to Anti.

Tired, huh? Sounds like me! XD I'm kidding, I'm okay. Lack of sleep is nothing to me. I literally had to look up sleeping drugs so that it really did seem like [Y/N] was confused… people who go through my search history be like 'This girl's a fuckin' killer'. Hope you've enjoyed this so far, because personally I still fear I'm going too fast with everything… If you guys can put two and two together, you can start to realise what even is happening. XD I'm literally still pondering if in the end, should everything be revealed or should it be left for interpretation. Anyway, rambling on. See you guys next time! 3 I love all of you!

PS, if you guys have time, try to check out my deviantart page, my acc name is IllustrateG
I'm not that good of an artist... but... ayy XD