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The majority has chosen: "Do you guys not see her?"

Your POV:

"Do you guys not see her?" I asked the two, as they gathered around the window. I didn't avert my gaze from her at all. As I brought up earlier, only what looks like a jumper or sweater of some sort was white on her, and a illuminating colour it was. The rest of her silhouette was just… black. Pitch black. She looked like she was ripped out of one of those hypnotic spirals of black and white on the internet, the contrasting colours just messing with your head. She leaned on one leg, her arms crossed. I can't tell her emotion, but I'd assume she's enjoying it. Every sick second of my confusion and fear that arose.
She knows something. In a weird way, she reminds me of myself.

Stepping forward towards the window, Mark leaned to take a long stare out the misty panes. He squinted his eyes as his head inched closer towards the window to see.

"There's… nobody there. What are you talking about?" Mark asked, his face turned to me. Sean's head twitched in the corner of my eye. We both clicked to look at him as we heard him talk.

"There is. You can't see it." Anti's voice rung out of Sean's lips, and once the twitching stopped, Sean took a step back, rubbing his sore lips.
To witness this possession-control kind of thing is frightening. To see it on a youtube video is nothing compared to this.
I've gotten used to it though.

"Fuckin' bastard." Sean muttered under his breath.

"Are you okay?" I asked, but Sean held his hand up, nodding. He didn't say a word, though.

"We… can't see it?" Mark repeated quietly. Sean's head twitched again.

"No. You and Sean can't, but apparently [Y/N] can." Anti hissed towards Mark. "Exposure to that world, maybe? Who knows."

"What is 'That World'? And exposure?" Mark repeated once again, confused. Anti just chuckled deeply and allowed Sean the control of his speaking again. Sean stepped away, hunched back and facing downwards. I stepped towards Sean, but Sean looked up to me from his crouched position.

"I'm okay…!" Sean spoke up before I could ask.

"Guys, what do you think he means?" I questioned aloud. Sean stood upright, and crossed his arms.

"Beats me. He talks a load of bullshit to mislead you. Trust me." Sean stated confidently.

"Well then why can't we see whatever's out there, and [Y/N] can?" Mark asked, joining my side. Sean shrugged, careless.

"Is the girl still there?" Sean changed the topic whilst he still could. I let him get away with it. I turned over to gaze out the window.

She waved her hand eerily, and a white grin grew across her blacked out face, similar to the Chesire Cat's infamous grin, spanning across the majority of her face. It's creepy as all fuck. I put my hand up and waved back airily, unsure of what was supposed to happen.

She put down her hand, and let her arms rest by her sides, her black arms contrasting to the bright white of her jumper. Her grin grows small, and soon disappears.

In a matter of seconds her body… 'glitches' away I suppose you could call it. Bits of her silhouette (by bits I mean rectangles and squares) just glitch like you would a computer screen.

"That's… weird…?" I muttered putting my hand on the glass as she held up hers. I could feel her hand against mine, but her glitching completely deteriorated her. She's gone.
"Uhhmm… What are you doing?" Sean asked. My eyes were fixed in the position, but I turned my body towards him.
"Huh? Oh… nothing… it's nothing." I turned my eyes towards him, smiling to reassure him.
"Oh…'kay…" He said. We all backed away from the window, and we all started to go to the living room. No one said it out loud that we were going to go, but we all just followed each other somewhere.

Later...

"I'll have to go back home. I'll leave you two alone." Mark sniggered as he quickly shot out of the front door and closed it behind him. I knew he was trying to get us both alone, and I got up from my seat and took a step forward subconsciously. He waved goodbye through the window. "Have fun!" His voice was all muffled because of the glass, and he walked off to the house. As he walked past the remaining bit of the window, his face changed from the happy, cheerful face to a more nonchalant face.
It was later in the day, and all we did from that little window event to now was just talk about... anything. Absolutely everything and anything was spoken about, laughed about, joked about - and yet, not one thing said about the crazy scenarios that have been presented to us. I mean yes, when Mark and I were in America, things were still pretty hectic. It's never been like this. Our secrets were kept to ourselves, Mark's channel was doing great, Sean's was as well, I was kept secret, etc, etc.

Agh! I'm doubting every root of trust and knowledge I have in these two.
But honestly, when we were in America, it was less crazy than this. I was never found by the public. I was never exposed as a Nephilim, and Mark was never exposed as an Archangel (If I never stated before, no, we are both human. It's just a gang name and in my opinion it's a horrible name).
And the most important thing was that it was just normal to us. All those conventions (that Mark went to on his own, I didn't accompany him.), all those days where I had to stay as silent as possible if I was over at Mark's, and those times that I would have to listen to people I know rant on and on about Mark and Jack when they didn't even realise I knew them both. That was normal.
But this? This has been the most hectic week or less of my life. No, actually, maybe it's been one of the most. Hey, I used to live off fuckin' gang money for a living. Now I just… I don't know. I do various... 'jobs' here and there, and I live off of it. It's not the nicest set of 'jobs', but I earn very well from it so I do it.

...

If you're wondering - I'm not a stripper.
...

I just had to point that out.
I don't know why.

...

Sorry.

Let me just…
Go…

"Hey, [Y/N]?" Sean spoke to me. I exit my 'in the zone' phase and turn to him.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"You were there in the dream, weren't you?" Sean sighed, sitting down on the couch. "I bet you remember every detail."
I sat down on the couch with him. "I was in the dream. And I remember some of it. Why'd you ask?"
"I'm sorry." He spoke deeply.

'Sorry for what?' I asked myself.
"I'm sorry for putting you through everything. I should be in this alone." He looked away from me, gazing downwards. I put my hand on his shoulder.
"You can't carry a burden on your own - and who cares if this is happening? We're here for you, and I don't regret anything. This isn't all of your fault either." I stated. He turned up to me, and I giggled to keep the atmosphere light. "Come on. Put a smile on your face!" I said as I pressed my thumbs against the corners of his mouth, pointing them upwards to form a smile. I could feel him smirking, so I let go of his face.
"T-Thanks…" He sighed, and a smile grew on his face. The same, famous smile he's known for. "So, off that topic. What do you remember?" He asks me.

Mark's POV:
I slumped down in the chilly couch in my house, the atmosphere somewhat empty. I sighed aloud, and adjusted my hair so it got out of my vision. My arm, falling down to rest against the couch after. It's so unusually quiet without [Y/N] or without my constant screaming. I slip my left arm into my side pocket, and pulled out the old, creased photograph I know so fondly of. I opened up the folded photograph, and stared at my brother's familiar face. I haven't seen him in a while, now. In fact… no one has…
(Before I write anything more, his real brother is perfectly fine.)
I try to stay hopeful of how he is everyday, but really I have no idea. No news about him, no nothing. My parents mentioned him, and Father knows that he's missing but I don't think he told Mother.
Why do I sound like an old man? 'Mother', 'Father'. Ugh, and it doesn't help I got the mental age of a 7 year old. I swear that test was wrong.
I folded up my photograph and put it in my pocket. I'm not going to start to get all emotional. I pushed myself up from the couch and went over to my room. My footsteps echoed throughout the house. [Y/N] was never loud, and it was silent then, but this place has never felt so foreign.
Agh, I'm sounding dependent now!
I let my fingers grasp itself around the door handle of my room. I turned my attention towards my computer, the tabs open on youtube. I sighed.

Your POV:

"Depends. What do you want to know?" I asked.

Sean leaned back against the couch, making himself comfortable.

"What information do you remember?"

"Again, too vague." I replied formally. He sighed.
"Well, Anti's real n-" He stopped himself halfway through his sentence, and I have no idea what he wanted to say. He shut his gaping mouth. "You know what, nevermind." He sighed. I laughed off the awkward feel that I had.
"Well! A-hum, so, how's… uhhh… the channel? Your videos?" I asked. He sparks to life.
"Oh yes, I just remembered something! Thanks for reminding me. You remember how the public knows that you're in Ireland, along with Mark?" He questioned me, his speaking rushed.
"Yes, yes, why?" I replied. Way to change the subject.
"And how you made an appearance in one of Mark's videos?" He hurried.
"Oh yeah, how did the video turn out by the way?"
"Hectic. Now people in the comments want to see you in the videos at one point." He said. "Since Mark said that you two were in Ireland, they know you two've probably come over to my place. And the images on the web proves that we know each other. Mind being in a video so that this demand is calmed?"
I sighed, leaning back against the comfortable couch, my head just resting against the wall as I cock my head upwards, groaning loudly.
"Goooodddd daammniiiit!" I dragged on. He chuckled.
"Don't like the attention?" He asked. I tilted my head back towards him.
"It's not that, it's just that… It's going to be a pain in the ass considering what we've done in a matter of days. We still haven't figured out what exactly happened to that rotting body of that man in the garage - don't worry, we'll sort that out. And, I bet you there are reports of people missing by now and we're worrying about appearing in a video. Don't get me wrong, you and Mark have reasons as to why you do have to care. But for now try to focus on just keeping that up." I rambled. He sighed.

"True. But you didn't answer my question." He chuckled. I stared at him, waiting for him to continue. "If you wanted to be in a video, or even just turning up. I mean, I don't mind either way but…"
"Let me think, alright?" I said, smirking deviously. He laughed.
He played around with my cheek. "What's that look for?" He chortled. I laughed with him.
"Haha. Hey, sorry for being a bad host, but would you like anything to drink? Eat?" He asked me. That sparked out of nowhere. Then again, he may be thirsty himself.
"What? Uhh… Sure. Can I have some water?" I replied. He nodded.

"Of course, let me go get it." He smiled at me, and walked off to the kitchen, his feet silent as he moved. I made myself comfortable on the couch, kicking my feet up and let them rest across the free space of the couch. I didn't have shoes on, so it was all okay. Right? It was all okay.

My back was at a 90 degree angle to the couch, which unusually was comfortable.

"Don't mind me! I'm just gonna kick my feet up until you come back!" I called out to Sean. I heard him chuckle.

"Go ahead!" He calls back. I stretched my arms out infront of me, when I heard the front door handle being unlocked slowly, and quietly. Frozen in fear, I did nothing. My eyes looked all around, but my head didn't. I stared at the kitchen to see if Sean heard anything. The door creaked opened behind me. I felt my heart beat that much faster. I didn't turn at all.

"Turn around~" I heard a girl say, her voice so innocent, but yet, utterly dripping with impure, maliciously corrupt intentions.

What do you do?

1) Look behind you.

2) Don't look behind you.

It's an unusual ending, I know, and yeah I'm sorry it's weird. It's the main reason this chapter took a long time. I had no idea how could I end it, so this is what I got. Don't get me wrong, I have a plot thought out but this is just building up to the next main event sooo yeah.

Next chapter I won't bring up my worries about not uploading on time since you've all told me to calm down and thank you all. I remember being so impatient for a fanfiction to be uploaded and I used to get so mad, so honestly thank you all. I won't lay off myself though! XD Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter and I love every one of you! Goodbye!