A/n: ok I've been meaning to write this for an eternity. It kinda sucks.
but meh.
Summery:
Chapter 1: Cloud
For a few seconds all he was aware of was the blinding white light in front of him, his eyes remained closed, but the intruding glow died his eyelids a neon red, nearly orange. He didn't want to be awake; he wanted to sleep, to be knocked out of consciousness forever. He wanted rest more then anything in the world. In his mind, he tried to imagine all the possible locations where he might be, then began to take in his surroundings, his eyes remaining closed. Beneath him, was a soft material, almost cotton-like, he assumed it was a bed. A hospital bed. He was alive.he inwardly cursed. He sighed and let his lids flutter open, icy blue depths meeting an unfocused cloudless sky blue. Confusion filled his blurry mind. Where in the hell was he? This was no hospital.
He raised his arms to get a good look at his wrists; the fresh wounds that had been there when he had last seen them were completely closed up, disappearing scars. This led him to believe he had been out cold for quite a while. With a soft groan, he rolled over on his side, what he saw shocked him like nothing in his short 15 years of life ever had. Lying on his side, he could well make out the edge of the soft fluffy material he lay on, it wasn't just cotton-like; it was cloud-like! In fact, it was not only cloud- like, it was unquestionably a cloud! It ended in puffy white tuffs and beyond it all he could see was blue.blue and light, blinding white beams of sunlight.
With the sudden shock, he bolted upright, and peered over the edge of the tiny cloud. Beneath him, miles and miles away, was a city, its' skyscrapers reaching up towards him, tiny seemingly ant-like people and cars bustling up and down the streets. He gasped, his eyes wide, his mouth dry. It was warm; a light breeze blew his unruly brown bangs into his eyes, blinding him momentarily. "This is a dream," He thought," it has to be! There's no such thing as heaven!" He looked down at himself; he was wearing his blue plaid boxers and no shirt, just like he had been when he sliced his wrist next to the sink in his bathroom. His lightly muscled tanned bare skin glistened in the sun and he felt very much like an article on display.
"- Matthew Star, a female voice called from somewhere above, but seemingly surrounded him in an echo from all around. The teen looked around franticly, trying to see where the voice had come from.
-wh-where are you? He stuttered, his voice sounding hoarse and low comparing to the clear crisp feminine voice which preceded it.
-I'm all around you, the voice answered somewhat playfully.
The young man sighed and debated getting up, finally deciding against it, if there was a heaven, the last thing he wanted to do was to fall right back down to the world he had put so much effort into leaving. As he got over the initial shock, his usual personality began to kick in and he began feeling more and more annoyed at the current situation.
-Ok then, Mrs. Omnipresent power, where am I?
-Why, you're at the end of your life of course" the voice, which he assumed was a she, stated, suddenly sounding British.
He rolled his eyes.
-Ok and let me guess, you're god's secretary, I'm in heaven and you're going to give me a white nightgown and teach me to play the harp? He muttered, taking a more comfortable position on the extremely soft cloud.
-Actually, the voice responded quietly and serenely, echoing from all around him, seaming to resonate from the light beams, I'm not quite sure what to do with you.
-What are you rambling about?
-Your case has been looked over quite thoroughly and it was not your time, Matthew Star.
You weren't supposed to die. She stated.
-Then why did you let me? He bitterly questioned. The clouds themselves seemed to sigh, including his own, which inflated then deflated beneath him.
-Your soul cannot continue its' journey. You're going to have to earn your soul's wings to go on to the next step.
Matthew lazily let himself fall back, his arms behind his neck and looked up at the beautiful blue sky. He sighed and yawned.
-Get back to me when you figure it out lady. He scoffed.
-Matthew Star, the "lady" went on, just as calmly, his attitude not having bothered "her" in the least. You were born on Tuesday, September the 6th, both your parents died when you turned six, you were put into an orphanage, you were then adopted at the age of eight, you purposely got yourself sent back and then were readopted by another family at the age of eleven, you remained in that family until now. Am I correct Matthew Star?"
-That pretty much sums it up in a nice little package then doesn't it? And by the way, the name's Matt. Matt muttered with noticeable spite.
The voice sounded a little louder but just as calm as it continued ignoring his anger.
-And then you killed yourself.
-That's right. He answered monotonously now. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The clouds all sighed again.
-All right, you will become a guardian angel and earn your wings or be recycled.
He opened his eyes and quirked a brow.
-Recycled? He smirked. What the fuck are you talking about?
-Everything starts from the beginning, if you're too tainted, you cant move on.
The conversation was seriously beginning to bore him and so Matt decided to get straight to the point.
-Ok, one, I don't want to take care of anybody; I don't give a shit about anyone. Two, you can freakin stop with the soul bull 'cus I don't buy that and three, I don't want to move anywhere, I just wanna die.
-You are dead, the clear answer came.
-Then why am I still here?
-You aren't, you are no longer on earth, and everyone who dies goes to the next step, or restarts, your case is too rare for you to be judged so quickly, weather you like it or not you will become a guardian, what happens to your ward will be your responsibility. Goodbye for now.
-Hey wait just a fucken---" he jumped to his feet just as the cloud beneath him dissolved and he felt himself falling, the last thing he saw was the light sky blue and then everything went black.
Summery:
Chapter 1: Cloud
For a few seconds all he was aware of was the blinding white light in front of him, his eyes remained closed, but the intruding glow died his eyelids a neon red, nearly orange. He didn't want to be awake; he wanted to sleep, to be knocked out of consciousness forever. He wanted rest more then anything in the world. In his mind, he tried to imagine all the possible locations where he might be, then began to take in his surroundings, his eyes remaining closed. Beneath him, was a soft material, almost cotton-like, he assumed it was a bed. A hospital bed. He was alive.he inwardly cursed. He sighed and let his lids flutter open, icy blue depths meeting an unfocused cloudless sky blue. Confusion filled his blurry mind. Where in the hell was he? This was no hospital.
He raised his arms to get a good look at his wrists; the fresh wounds that had been there when he had last seen them were completely closed up, disappearing scars. This led him to believe he had been out cold for quite a while. With a soft groan, he rolled over on his side, what he saw shocked him like nothing in his short 15 years of life ever had. Lying on his side, he could well make out the edge of the soft fluffy material he lay on, it wasn't just cotton-like; it was cloud-like! In fact, it was not only cloud- like, it was unquestionably a cloud! It ended in puffy white tuffs and beyond it all he could see was blue.blue and light, blinding white beams of sunlight.
With the sudden shock, he bolted upright, and peered over the edge of the tiny cloud. Beneath him, miles and miles away, was a city, its' skyscrapers reaching up towards him, tiny seemingly ant-like people and cars bustling up and down the streets. He gasped, his eyes wide, his mouth dry. It was warm; a light breeze blew his unruly brown bangs into his eyes, blinding him momentarily. "This is a dream," He thought," it has to be! There's no such thing as heaven!" He looked down at himself; he was wearing his blue plaid boxers and no shirt, just like he had been when he sliced his wrist next to the sink in his bathroom. His lightly muscled tanned bare skin glistened in the sun and he felt very much like an article on display.
"- Matthew Star, a female voice called from somewhere above, but seemingly surrounded him in an echo from all around. The teen looked around franticly, trying to see where the voice had come from.
-wh-where are you? He stuttered, his voice sounding hoarse and low comparing to the clear crisp feminine voice which preceded it.
-I'm all around you, the voice answered somewhat playfully.
The young man sighed and debated getting up, finally deciding against it, if there was a heaven, the last thing he wanted to do was to fall right back down to the world he had put so much effort into leaving. As he got over the initial shock, his usual personality began to kick in and he began feeling more and more annoyed at the current situation.
-Ok then, Mrs. Omnipresent power, where am I?
-Why, you're at the end of your life of course" the voice, which he assumed was a she, stated, suddenly sounding British.
He rolled his eyes.
-Ok and let me guess, you're god's secretary, I'm in heaven and you're going to give me a white nightgown and teach me to play the harp? He muttered, taking a more comfortable position on the extremely soft cloud.
-Actually, the voice responded quietly and serenely, echoing from all around him, seaming to resonate from the light beams, I'm not quite sure what to do with you.
-What are you rambling about?
-Your case has been looked over quite thoroughly and it was not your time, Matthew Star.
You weren't supposed to die. She stated.
-Then why did you let me? He bitterly questioned. The clouds themselves seemed to sigh, including his own, which inflated then deflated beneath him.
-Your soul cannot continue its' journey. You're going to have to earn your soul's wings to go on to the next step.
Matthew lazily let himself fall back, his arms behind his neck and looked up at the beautiful blue sky. He sighed and yawned.
-Get back to me when you figure it out lady. He scoffed.
-Matthew Star, the "lady" went on, just as calmly, his attitude not having bothered "her" in the least. You were born on Tuesday, September the 6th, both your parents died when you turned six, you were put into an orphanage, you were then adopted at the age of eight, you purposely got yourself sent back and then were readopted by another family at the age of eleven, you remained in that family until now. Am I correct Matthew Star?"
-That pretty much sums it up in a nice little package then doesn't it? And by the way, the name's Matt. Matt muttered with noticeable spite.
The voice sounded a little louder but just as calm as it continued ignoring his anger.
-And then you killed yourself.
-That's right. He answered monotonously now. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The clouds all sighed again.
-All right, you will become a guardian angel and earn your wings or be recycled.
He opened his eyes and quirked a brow.
-Recycled? He smirked. What the fuck are you talking about?
-Everything starts from the beginning, if you're too tainted, you cant move on.
The conversation was seriously beginning to bore him and so Matt decided to get straight to the point.
-Ok, one, I don't want to take care of anybody; I don't give a shit about anyone. Two, you can freakin stop with the soul bull 'cus I don't buy that and three, I don't want to move anywhere, I just wanna die.
-You are dead, the clear answer came.
-Then why am I still here?
-You aren't, you are no longer on earth, and everyone who dies goes to the next step, or restarts, your case is too rare for you to be judged so quickly, weather you like it or not you will become a guardian, what happens to your ward will be your responsibility. Goodbye for now.
-Hey wait just a fucken---" he jumped to his feet just as the cloud beneath him dissolved and he felt himself falling, the last thing he saw was the light sky blue and then everything went black.