Into the T.V!

"Jeeze!" Carlos yelled out loud as he tried to pull against the force trying to pull him into the screen, his heart pounded in his chest.

The screen rippled and began to try and pull Carlos into it.

That one sentence caused Carlos' mind to click. What if he could do that? He didn't mention it aloud, but instead agreed with what Skye said as he reached to touch his TV screen.

Skye shrugged and flopped backwards.
"It's not like it's really him, I mean how could he do that kinda thing? It's not like he can touch the screen and ENTER the tv..."

Carlos blinked and reached towards his TV, pushing the power button. The screen flicked on and he sighed. "Mine was off as well..." He was now getting agittated. "What the hell is going on?"

An annoyed mumble came down the phone.
"If you forgot to turn your T.V I'll hit you"
This made the red head think, had he left his T.V? No, no he hadn't. He'd turned it off.
"C-Carlos... my t.v was off, I'm sure of it"

Carlos sighed again. "That's what I meant. We either tell someone and sound like we're mental... Or..." The older male broke off for a second, before snapped; "It's not like this is a big problem anyway! Maybe he is just doing a TV show and we're too tired to remember we left our TVs on."

"What? Tell anyone?" He laughed "Oh come ON Carlos, how likely is it that anyone would believe us?"

The older male let out a sigh as the light from the TV faded. "So... Are we gonna tell anyone about this?"

"I know..."
Suddenly the tv flickered off and left the two in the darkness.

Carlos' gaze never left the screen as he watched Llywelyn's every movement. "It's not him." Carlos said plainly. "It can't be him, he'd never do that kind of thing."

"... Llywelyn.. but.. it's not right.. he..."
The red head was stunned and completely shocked

"What do you see?" He asked, curious as to wether Skye saw the same thing he was seeing.

Skye did as he was told, for once, and looked into the tv. Before long it came on. He blinked.
".. what the..."

"Do I sound like I'm drunk?" Carlos snapped in reply. "Just do it."

A groan came from the other side of the phone as the red head clambered out of his bed and made his way over to his t.v.
"You been drinking again?" Skye yawned

He once again ignored the red head. "This... 'Midnight Channel'... I doubt it shows your true love." Carlos said absent mindedly, still staring at the screen. "Just... Try it... And tell me what you see."

Sitting upright Skye rubbed his eyes sleepily as he replied.
"No.. what do you take me for?"

"Did you try out that rumor?" He asked, ignoring the teens first comment as he continued to watch Llywelyn on the screen.

A clearly very unimpressed teenager answered the phone.
"'Arlos... it's mi'nigh'.. wha' ya want.."

This confused Carlos even more; why would Llywelyn be doing this? He couldn't hold it in any longer, pulling his phone out of his pocket he dialed Skye's number to tell him about what was going on.

Another difference about him was that he wasn't wearing the bandage he always wore on his left arm. His bite scars were clearly showing for all to see. He smirked.
"Soon you'll all see what I really am, not long now"
The camera seemingly shifted from looking at Llywelyn to the sky and the clouds covering what seemed to be the shadow of a fullmoon.

Carlos raised an eyebrow. That definitely wasn't right. He continued to watch the TV, picking up on any other differences that might show up. He really had no idea why Llywelyn was acting like this... Or why he was on TV anyway.

Eventually he spoke.
"It's clear some people have nothing better to do with their lives instead of sit in front of the tv" Llywelyn said in his gruff Welsh accent "I'm not here to act like your mother, I'm here to make you work till you bleed"
His outfit was his army suit that he'd recently burnt in an attempt to get rid of memories that had been haunting him.

With arms crossed Carlos watched the TV intently, recognizing Llywelyn straight away. He could sense something wasn't right about him, but just what was different; he had no idea. He continued to watch, his eyes fixed on the screen.