"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Mitch's voice echoed through the air, filled with anguish and pain as the cry faded into the sound of the falling rain. Tears were falling down his face, and Mitch fell onto his knees, clutching the sides of his head. A flurry of thoughts were filling his mind, one main thought clearer than the others.

This is your fault.

Jason was next to him, his face frozen in an expression of wide-eyed disbelief. He was quietly muttering, "No way... no way..." under his breath, tears falling down his face. Like Mitch, his mind was a storm of panicked thoughts, but the one recurring thought made more tears fall down Jason's face as he felt a clenching feeling in his chest, a result of his anguish.

Why did the best of us seven have to die? Why couldn't it have been me?

Jason violently shook his head, trying to clear his head. I can't be wallowing in my own self-pity right now, not when Mitch needs me. He told himself. He looked over to Mitch, whose body was shaking as he cried.

"Mitch?" Jason asked, kneeling next to his friend, not even bothering to wipe away the tears falling down his own cheeks. Mitch didn't respond to him, even when Jason reached to him and lightly shook his shoulder. "Are you-"

"It was my fault Jason!" Mitch cried out, cutting Jason off. Jason flinched in surprise.

"W-What?" Jason said, confusion in his voice. "Mitch, what do mean?"

"I-I had another dream!" Mitch stuttered, his voice laced with anguish as he let go of his head and turned his head to Jason, a look of pain on his face as he continued.

"I had it right after I was struck by lightning! T-there was another version of me there, a-and he.." Mitch's voice hitched for a moment as he shuddered. "We fought, he tore off one of my w-wings, and he almost killed me. There was a copy of Ian there, a-and he tried to save me, but the other me just killed him. R-right before I left the house to come and find you, I saw the same version of Ian replacing the real Ian's reflection in the mirror!"

Mitch let out another cry of anguish, closing his eyes as he yelled. "I should have said something to him instead of leaving! Maybe then I could have stopped this! This is my fault!!! I'm-"

Mitch was about to say more when Jason suddenly wrapped his arms around Mitch's neck, pulling him into a tight hug. Mitch felt himself freeze up, surprised to be comforted by the same person who had been furious with him just earlier that night.

"It's not your fault." Jason said quietly. "It was Ian who decided to leave the house tonight in the pouring rain. You had nothing to do with it."

Mitch didn't respond, instead hugging Jason back, the both of them sitting in silence for a few moments, only the pitter-patter of the rain disturbing the quiet.

Mitch was the one to finally break the silence, pushing himself off of Jason and wiping the tears from his eyes. "What are we going to do? The others are going to..." Mitch let his voice trail off. He didn't want to imagine the other's reactions to the news of the death.

Jason thought for a moment before replying. "We should take Ian home." Seeing the look of shock on Mitch's face, he continued. "Well, we can't just call the police Mitch, think about it. We found the body, but we have no clue who killed him or how he died, and that would probably make us seem like suspects ourselves. Besides, look at you, you're still a mess from your fall." Jason said, motioning to Mitch, who subconsciously reached up to his neck and covering some of the gash that had snuck onto the side of his neck from his back. "That would make the police wonder what happened to you, and they might find out about your wings. We can't risk that. We should at least take him home until we figure out what to do."

Mitch, despite the look of reluctance on his face, nodded his head, and the two of them stood up. Jason, grabbing Mitch's arm, slowly began to walk toward the figure lying still in the middle of the street, both of them feeling twisting feelings in their guts as they approached. They both stopped a few feet from the body, and Jason heard Mitch stifle a cry from next to him.

Lying in the middle of the rain-soaked road was Ian, who was splayed out on his side. Ian was wearing the same blood-stained clothes from when Mitch left the house, and as the rain fell onto it, the blood washed out onto the asphalt, making the rain puddles around him a pale, clear red color. His neck was twisted at a painfully abnormal angle, as was one of his arms. Those were the most noticeable wounds on his body, the only other ones being small scratches. There was a steady flow of blood coming out from his mouth, which was slightly open. Ian's eyes were half open, his normally deep blue eyes now glazed over.

"H-he was hit by a car...!" Mitch said in surprise. "It's just like my first dream, with the squealing noises... was it from a car...?"

"I think so..." Jason said grimly. "I think he broke his neck on impact, if I had to guess. That's what killed you last time... and it's what happened to Weiss."

Mitch looked at Jason in surprise. "Weiss, she died exactly the same way? Jason-"

"Can you carry him with your strength?" Jason said suddenly, evading Mitch's question. "I'll call Jerome and tell him to open the front door for us."

"Oh, yeah, I can carry him, I think. Um, Jason, is your wrist okay?" Mitch said, a look of concern on his face.

Jason raised an eyebrow, before looking down at his right wrist. His wrist was twisted at a strange angle, and Jason suddenly became aware of the pain shooting through it. He used his other hand to grab it, and winced. "Crap... I think you broke it when you dragged me down the street. T-That isn't important right now. Does Ian have his phone on him? Mine's at the house."

Mitch, who had picked up Ian's corpse and held him bridal-style in his arms, tilted his head toward a phone lying in the middle of the street. "I think that's it, isn't it? It must've been knocked off of him when... well, you know."

There was a look of sadness and grief lingering on Mitch's face, and he looked like he was about to break down again at any moment.

Jason nodded, walking over and grabbing it. He quickly unlocked the phone and scrolled through Ian's contact's in search of Jerome's number.

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Jerome sat silently in his bed, listening to the sound of the rain outside, which was finally beginning to let up a bit. He was on his phone, scrolling through Twitter in an unsuccessful attempt to calm his nerves.

He hadn't heard anything about the search for Jason since Mitch left to go find him, and he was panicking, the warning from Mitch's dreams popping in and out of his head.

Stop worrying Jerome, he told himself, All seven of us know about the prophecy now, we can all work it out together, before something bad happens. We have time... I hope.

Jerome was snapped out of his thoughts by the buzzing of his phone, and he looked at his screen to see that he was getting a phone call from Ian. Raising an eyebrow, he answered it, speaking in a quiet tone.

"Hello?"

"Jerome? It's Jason calling, I'm... borrowing Ian's phone."

"What?" Jerome said in surprise. "Did you take Ian's phone when you left? Jason, we've been worried sick about you and-"

"Jerome, now isn't the time! Can you meet us on the front porch?"

"Um, yeah, but-"

"Jerome, please, just meet us out there."

Jerome was about to say more when he heard a click as Jason hung up from his side of the call. Jerome huffed, before he stuffed his phone in his pocket.

Mumbling curses under his breath, Jerome walked out of his room and into the hallway, quietly making his way downstairs. When passing by Ian's room, he noticed that the door was cracked open.

Jerome, out of pure curiosity, poked his head inside of the room. It was too dark too see much of anything inside, but he was sure that Ian wasn't inside of it. His bed looked to be still untouched, and there was no one occupying his chair at his desk.

Jerome felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, and quickly made his way back downstairs, wide-eyed and worried. He finally made it downstairs, and he opened the front door, closing it softly behind him once he was sure that it was unlocked. He stood out in the rain, ignoring it as he walked a bit toward the street.

Jerome scanned the street, looking for any sign of Mitch or Jason. A few minutes passed, and Jerome finally saw two shapes moving into view in the rain.

"Guys!" Jerome yelled, waving to them with a relieved smile on his face.

Jason ran over to Jerome, and Jerome could feel the smile fading from his face when he saw the sullen look on Jason's face. Jason looked sadly up at Jerome, and stuttering, he spoke.

"J-Jerome... We have to tell you something..." Jason let his voice trail off, clearly not knowing what to say.

Jerome felt his breath hitch, and he noticed that Mitch had stopped walking toward him. Jerome could hardly make out his figure in the rain, so he returned his attention to Jason. "What happened?"

Jerome watched as Jason bit his lip, tears welling up in his icy-blue eyes.

"Jerome..."

Mitch had now walked fully into Jerome's view, and he had an empty look on his face not entirely unlike Jason's. Mitch looked up at Jerome, and Jerome noticed the tears falling from Mitch's eyes, and the pain-stricken look that they held.

Jerome also noticed who Mitch was holding.

"No... No!" Jerome cried out in disbelief, shaking his head slightly. "It... It can't be...!"

Jerome slapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes widening as tears welled up in his eyes. "H-How, how did this...?!?!"

Jason shook his head slowly, a pained expression on his face. "I'm sorry..."

Jerome fell silent, his mind still trying to process what had happened. But even Jerome knew the answer, clear as day.

Ian was truly dead.