Title: Collision Course

Athour:Redemption Of Icarus

Summary: Ryan wanted death, so he committed suicide. He didn’t think he’d open his eyes to a strange land, and become an unlikely guardian angel to a boy in this hell.

Disclaimer: This is my story, so please don’t steal from it, if you see something you like ask me first before you use anything. Thank you.

Ratings: Pg-13 for now. But definitely not for the kiddies.

Warnings: This story is a slash (Yaoi, shounen-ai, M/M) story. That means homosexual content, meaning a person that is attracted to his/her own sex. I have warned you twice, so if you don’t like it please leave NOW!!!!!

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Authors Note: I am not always around a computer, so expect updates about weekly or even monthly, but there will be times when I won’t be able to do so I apologies ahead of time if I don’t update for awhile.

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Chapter One

A suicide

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I wanted death.

I felt absolutely no regret when I brought the sharp blade down on my wrist, gliding it into the artery. There was no pain as the crimson essence of life flowed out of me, and on to the dingy aluminum floor of the barren white room.

I wanted to be clear headed when I died, so ODing was not an option. So was jumping off a high building, taking a gun to my head, and hanging myself. Drowning was also out of the question, because I wanted them to see me, in my final moments in this place.

This despised place where they put everyone that didn’t meet their standard of normal. Then again I was far from being normal. Put with me the sane or the insane, I was still abnormal by both definitions.

I wanted to laugh at them when they found me bleeding to death.

The edge of my vision began to blur, and my eyelids were getting heavier with every blink I took. The cold sterile room was split with a piercing scream, shattering the silence that I had begun to get so well acquainted with.

It must have been one of the younger nurses, because who else would scream coming in a room and finding a person killing themselves, after all this was the suicide ward.

There was a defining pound of feet, sounding louder than thunder, as a doctor came running into the room. A small grin came to me, and I felt the doctor trying to press something to my arms, trying to stop my bleeding.

People say when you die you see a tunnel, or you see your life flashing before your eyes, or a blinding white light. But that’s not what happened to me when I died, no it was just darkness.

Not the kind of darkness that was infinite, going on forever, and never ending. It was more like the darkness right before you wake up, when you know it’s time to get up by the light on the other side of your eyelids, but you don’t want to.

When I did open my eyes, the light burned my eyes and my stomach sank, I clenched my fist in frustration. All I could think was they must have gotten to me by time, and I was alive somewhere in the hospitals medical ward. But that thought soon changed, when I titled my head to the side to get the light out of my eyes, and to get a better view of were I was.

What I saw made me look down at, the self-inflicted wounds were gaping open, but no blood spilt from them. My tendons should have been cut, but I was so far able to move my hands. I looked back up at the scenery, and I wondered where I was.

I think I’m in hell.