Your Guardian Angel (On Hiatus)
Chapter 1
Angel’s POV
I stare in horror as the man in front of me dissolves. His Essence is slowly leeching away. And it’s all my fault. I really didn’t mean to…he’s the one who said he didn’t believe them. He’s the one who convinced me to try. I want to cry as I am filled with power, because the Instructors’ words are ringing through my head.
Stealing the Essence of another Angel is the one Taboo. Do it, and you will be Stripped and Cast.
I attempt to leap up, to fly away, but my back and wings are struck with immense pain. I look back at them to see black slowly replacing their white brilliance. It starts at the shoulder blades and moves out. My skin feels seared everywhere that it has overtaken.
“No!” I yell, “It wasn’t my fault! I’ll give it back! Just don’t Strip me!”
“You have committed the Taboo. Why should you not be Stripped?” A voice says behind me.
I turn to see someone who is clearly of high rank, but that I’ve never met.
“It was his idea! He wanted me to try, and I…I…I didn’t really think it would work!”
She tilts her head to the side, as if she is listening, “Your plea for mercy has been heard. You will be given a chance to redeem yourself.” With that she flies off, clearly expecting me to follow.
Gerard’s POV
What’s the use? I wonder as I kick another pebble into the pond. Why should I have to be here when I have no purpose? These thoughts have been sneaking into my brain more and more lately. I don’t even know what caused them, really. My life is great. I have a family who loves me, a great house, and my friends Ray, Spence, and Brendon. So why does life feel so pointless? Why do I find myself devising crafty plans to kill myself and make it seem like an accident? I really can’t explain it.
Suddenly, I feel the urge that I sometimes get. It’s strong, and I have no will to fight it. Not when I’m out in the woods by myself. So I dig down in my pocket and grip the small swath of paper that is in it. Then I unwrap the razor that is hidden inside. It’s brand new, shiny, and sharp. Perfect.
I pull my sleeve up and drag the blade slowly across the inside of my elbow. The blood wells up almost immediately. The crimson color compliments the blissful pain wonderfully. Anger builds up suddenly at this thought. How dare I enjoy this? This is punishment. I bring the pain down harder, deepening the cut and hissing at the pain. The blood is now running down my forearm.
My reflection in the water catches my attention. I smack it with my hand, sending a pink streak across the surface. “You fucking piece of shit!” I yell at it, “What are you doing with your life?! Huh?! Pansy fucking comics and gay ass musicals?! You call that useful?! You’re never going anywhere!” Another slash on my wrist. I’m beginning to get light headed, but I can’t stop. I hack away at my skin, not caring where the blade lands as long as blood is the result. Soon it’s too much, and I collapse.
It feels like forever before a hand falls on my shoulder, accompanied by a voice, “Gee?! Fuck. MOM! I found him! He needs help bad!”
Mikey? He sounds so far away. I try to tell him I’m fine, just a little tired. But my lips won’t move. All that comes out is a sort of moan-grunt.
“No, Gee, don’t do anything. We’ll get you help.”
Is he crying? I can’t tell. The edges of my vision, what little I have with my face in the grass, are turning black…
Angel’s POV
“Him?” I ask, watching the bloody mortal being carried by his younger brother in the looking glass. It really is a sad sight.
“He is hurting and haunted. You are to find him, motivate him, and remove the shadow from his shoulders. Complete this task and you will remain with us. Fail, and live a mortal life which can only lead to the fiery pits.”
“Harsh,” I say, “But whatever, send me down.”
“Not yet. You are not ready.”
“What? How am I not ready?”
“Well, for one, mortals would be very alarmed if a man with black wings appeared in their midst.” She snaps her fingers, “There. That appearance will help you fit in with your charge’s crowd,” she lifts up a mirror.
I can’t say I’m complaining. My neat blonde hair has been replaced with a shaggy black mohawk with red sides. I have a small stud in my right nostril and a ring on the left side of my bottom lip. And my ears are gauged. I’ve always wanted gauged ears. Looking back, I see that my wings are gone and my arms are now covered in tattoos. Sweet.
“Your name is Frank, Frank Iero. You are sixteen, two years younger than your charge. I would say you’re the same age, but your small size makes that seem a bit far-fetched. You had an abusive home life so you used your emancipation rights to move into the house across the street. You have money from your mother’s inheritance. Understand?”
“Um, I think so. Just…What’s my charge’s name?”
“Gerard Way. Son of Donna and Donald Way, brother to Michael Way.”
“All right. Is that all? Cuz I’d like to get this over with as soon as possible.”
“Yes. Good luck Frank,” She smirks as she lays a hand on my forehead.
The world goes white and I feel the sensation of movement. Then I am standing in an empty house. A mortal house…My mortal house.
It feels weird actually being on Earth. I’ve watched it from afar since my Creation, fascinated by the individualism mortals possess. Up in the Golden City, everything is the same. It gets really boring sometimes. But now I get to be an individual. I get to choose my actions as long as they involve helping one super fucked up Gerard Way.
My God, I just cussed. I feel a thrill rise up in me. Sure, if I reach back I can feel a hint of the wings that should be there, but for all intents and purposes right now I am human! It’s like a wild dream that I never knew I had until it came true. No more rules, no more Taboos, no more annoying as hell regulations about hair, clothes, associates. I’m free! And it feels great!
I run outside and breathe in the super polluted air. It’s so different from the stuff back at home. Different, but not altogether bad. I’ll adjust. My eyes catch movement and I see a man raking his leaves. Suddenly I can’t contain my joy. I have to share it with someone.
“Isn’t freedom great?!” I yell at him.
Hi raises his middle finger in what I believe is a rude gesture and mumbles something along the lines of’ “Fucking patriot.”
I’m not sure what that means, and I honestly couldn’t care less. I just had my first human interaction. This is huge! I feel like I might explode from the excitement! It’s like I’m floating!
Looking down, I see that I am in fact about two inches off the ground. Whoops. That’s gonna be something to control…
I stare in horror as the man in front of me dissolves. His Essence is slowly leeching away. And it’s all my fault. I really didn’t mean to…he’s the one who said he didn’t believe them. He’s the one who convinced me to try. I want to cry as I am filled with power, because the Instructors’ words are ringing through my head.
Stealing the Essence of another Angel is the one Taboo. Do it, and you will be Stripped and Cast.
I attempt to leap up, to fly away, but my back and wings are struck with immense pain. I look back at them to see black slowly replacing their white brilliance. It starts at the shoulder blades and moves out. My skin feels seared everywhere that it has overtaken.
“No!” I yell, “It wasn’t my fault! I’ll give it back! Just don’t Strip me!”
“You have committed the Taboo. Why should you not be Stripped?” A voice says behind me.
I turn to see someone who is clearly of high rank, but that I’ve never met.
“It was his idea! He wanted me to try, and I…I…I didn’t really think it would work!”
She tilts her head to the side, as if she is listening, “Your plea for mercy has been heard. You will be given a chance to redeem yourself.” With that she flies off, clearly expecting me to follow.
Gerard’s POV
What’s the use? I wonder as I kick another pebble into the pond. Why should I have to be here when I have no purpose? These thoughts have been sneaking into my brain more and more lately. I don’t even know what caused them, really. My life is great. I have a family who loves me, a great house, and my friends Ray, Spence, and Brendon. So why does life feel so pointless? Why do I find myself devising crafty plans to kill myself and make it seem like an accident? I really can’t explain it.
Suddenly, I feel the urge that I sometimes get. It’s strong, and I have no will to fight it. Not when I’m out in the woods by myself. So I dig down in my pocket and grip the small swath of paper that is in it. Then I unwrap the razor that is hidden inside. It’s brand new, shiny, and sharp. Perfect.
I pull my sleeve up and drag the blade slowly across the inside of my elbow. The blood wells up almost immediately. The crimson color compliments the blissful pain wonderfully. Anger builds up suddenly at this thought. How dare I enjoy this? This is punishment. I bring the pain down harder, deepening the cut and hissing at the pain. The blood is now running down my forearm.
My reflection in the water catches my attention. I smack it with my hand, sending a pink streak across the surface. “You fucking piece of shit!” I yell at it, “What are you doing with your life?! Huh?! Pansy fucking comics and gay ass musicals?! You call that useful?! You’re never going anywhere!” Another slash on my wrist. I’m beginning to get light headed, but I can’t stop. I hack away at my skin, not caring where the blade lands as long as blood is the result. Soon it’s too much, and I collapse.
It feels like forever before a hand falls on my shoulder, accompanied by a voice, “Gee?! Fuck. MOM! I found him! He needs help bad!”
Mikey? He sounds so far away. I try to tell him I’m fine, just a little tired. But my lips won’t move. All that comes out is a sort of moan-grunt.
“No, Gee, don’t do anything. We’ll get you help.”
Is he crying? I can’t tell. The edges of my vision, what little I have with my face in the grass, are turning black…
Angel’s POV
“Him?” I ask, watching the bloody mortal being carried by his younger brother in the looking glass. It really is a sad sight.
“He is hurting and haunted. You are to find him, motivate him, and remove the shadow from his shoulders. Complete this task and you will remain with us. Fail, and live a mortal life which can only lead to the fiery pits.”
“Harsh,” I say, “But whatever, send me down.”
“Not yet. You are not ready.”
“What? How am I not ready?”
“Well, for one, mortals would be very alarmed if a man with black wings appeared in their midst.” She snaps her fingers, “There. That appearance will help you fit in with your charge’s crowd,” she lifts up a mirror.
I can’t say I’m complaining. My neat blonde hair has been replaced with a shaggy black mohawk with red sides. I have a small stud in my right nostril and a ring on the left side of my bottom lip. And my ears are gauged. I’ve always wanted gauged ears. Looking back, I see that my wings are gone and my arms are now covered in tattoos. Sweet.
“Your name is Frank, Frank Iero. You are sixteen, two years younger than your charge. I would say you’re the same age, but your small size makes that seem a bit far-fetched. You had an abusive home life so you used your emancipation rights to move into the house across the street. You have money from your mother’s inheritance. Understand?”
“Um, I think so. Just…What’s my charge’s name?”
“Gerard Way. Son of Donna and Donald Way, brother to Michael Way.”
“All right. Is that all? Cuz I’d like to get this over with as soon as possible.”
“Yes. Good luck Frank,” She smirks as she lays a hand on my forehead.
The world goes white and I feel the sensation of movement. Then I am standing in an empty house. A mortal house…My mortal house.
It feels weird actually being on Earth. I’ve watched it from afar since my Creation, fascinated by the individualism mortals possess. Up in the Golden City, everything is the same. It gets really boring sometimes. But now I get to be an individual. I get to choose my actions as long as they involve helping one super fucked up Gerard Way.
My God, I just cussed. I feel a thrill rise up in me. Sure, if I reach back I can feel a hint of the wings that should be there, but for all intents and purposes right now I am human! It’s like a wild dream that I never knew I had until it came true. No more rules, no more Taboos, no more annoying as hell regulations about hair, clothes, associates. I’m free! And it feels great!
I run outside and breathe in the super polluted air. It’s so different from the stuff back at home. Different, but not altogether bad. I’ll adjust. My eyes catch movement and I see a man raking his leaves. Suddenly I can’t contain my joy. I have to share it with someone.
“Isn’t freedom great?!” I yell at him.
Hi raises his middle finger in what I believe is a rude gesture and mumbles something along the lines of’ “Fucking patriot.”
I’m not sure what that means, and I honestly couldn’t care less. I just had my first human interaction. This is huge! I feel like I might explode from the excitement! It’s like I’m floating!
Looking down, I see that I am in fact about two inches off the ground. Whoops. That’s gonna be something to control…
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6/26/14