Not All YouTubers Are Human {1}

Chapter 28

Jack's P.O.V
Her eyes are fucking gold and by the look of her face, she wasn't Echo anymore. "Holy fuck," I said, my voice a little higher than it usually is. We all stood there, unmoving because we were scared stiff. All of our eyes were glued to hers, who flickered with delight at our fear. This was the Sam that killed those men, and I'm sure in a way this was her dark side. This is probably what people would call Echo E.X.E or Anti Echo, I don't know.

"Finally, it's time for me to come out and play." She growled, a wicked smile on her face.

"RUN" We all yell in unison, then scatter in different directions. I turned off the light to give us a head start and ran to a random room. Once I entered I noticed Mark was in here with me, "I'm so fucking scared."

He nodded, and we hid in silence and in the dark scared out of our minds.

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Echo's P.O.V
It was dark, the lights out and the sun long gone. I had been sleeping almost all day after scaring the guys into hiding. I had ended up stationed at the couch and fell asleep curled up in a ball. I would occasionally catch them sneaking around to get food or for a bathroom break. It wasn't until a couple hours of silence and the lack of the guys sneaking did I fall asleep, I guess that meant I'm not cut out to be a guard or scout.

When I did finally wake up, I was surrounded by everyone looming over me and pointing make-shift spears, bows and arrows, and hatchets at me. They were all wearing war paints and had (again) make-shift tribe clothing on. Mark was the first to speak, "Echo, creature of the night, Princess of the wolves, by the power of the Mark Is Awesome and Totally Hot Tribe..."

Jack cut in, standing straight with Ken, Wade, and Bob following his lead. "I thought we agreed on the Badger Squad Tribe!!"

"No, it's the Cinnamon Toasty Toast Tribe." Ken butted in.

Soon they all started bickering on the tribe name, which turned into who was the leader and ended with everyone agreeing on a leader and name. "By the power of the Cinnamon Badger Minion Bucket Mark's a Doof Tribe, we ban you to an eternal prison in the Closet Of Shame!!!" Bob announced, everyone else backing him up.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes, holding out my arms together. "Yooouu, got me. For I cannot fight the power of the Cinnamon... Bucket... Mark's a Badger.... Tribe." I said, struggling with repeating the tribe name. They tied my wrists together with a skipping rope and with the extra rope, they led me to the closet in Jack's room. "Where'd you get the rope?"

"From the deepest cave in the highest mountain in the darkest forest in which dwells the most dangerous monsters and creatures." Mark answered dramatically.

"He means a toy store." Ken whispered in my ear, making me chuckle.

When they opened the closet doors, they revealed a few shirts on hooks and the rest on the floor, leaving empty hooks on the bar. I turn my head to the others, "how long did you say again?"

"FOR ETERNITY!!!!" Bob boomed, arms in the air.

"Only a couple of days." Wade whispered in my ear.

"Nooooo! Please! I can't stay in here! I have a life! A family!" I wailed, the paused for a second. "No wait... No, I don't." They all kept stern faces then untied my wrists and shoved me into the closet, slamming it behind me. I stood there, shocked that they actually put me on a time-out... In a stupid closet, Jack's closet. "Can I come out now? I'm done with play-pretend."

It was silent until I heard a zip-tie being closed, and that's when I realized they had actually locked me in. I protested, and wailed and slammed the door. I didn't want to use my super-strength to break the closet door, that's just rude. "This prison takes all of your ability away," Bob declared dramatically, then added in a casual voice, "So you're not allow d to break through and shit." About an hour later I had given up on banging my hands on the door and whining and protesting. Sitting on the floor, I dozed off into an uncomfortable sort of sleep.

Cameron's P.O.V
"Where's Sam?" Clint demanded after we had all lined up side-by-side. None of us dared to look him in the eye, so we all looked towards the ground.

"Still in Ireland." I answered, then added "Alpha."

He nodded, then told us to take a seat in the meeting room. It was a good sized room, pale grey walls and rustic oak floors. In the middle was a large dark wood table with black office chairs. At one end of the wall was a projector screen, and at the other a large painting of The Great War. It was between us and vampires, and behind us were wizards and other magical beings. Behind the vampires were demons and rogues of all sorts of magical creatures. Most, of which were creatures of darkness. For centuries, werewolves and vampires have been fighting over anything and everything, like siblings. There was a vast amount of reasons: rights, territory, food, power, dominance, wealth, and many many others. The common one was that we despise each other because of our "rich" history. And trust me, it wasn't a pretty one. Finally our past King, Winston Silverbane made peace with their King, Philip Nightstone and so we, alongside other magical creatures, made an oath to help and defend each other. But as you probably already guessed, not everyone agreed to the terms and conditions and refused to sign. They were mainly the creatures of darkness, rogues, demons the whole bit.

Clint caught me staring at the painting, and when I looked back at him, he didn't seem mad I wasn't paying attention. "It's going to happen again, isn't it?" I asked. Without a word, he nodded gravely making me a twinge nervous and scared. Breathing deeply, I knew what I had to do. "I will go arrange flights and battle gear."