Guardian Angel Gaz Chp 1

The first thing that she felt was: pain, horrible, agonizing pain like she had never felt before in her life. It didn’t last long, though, perhaps a second or two. What was happening now was much more disturbing.

Gaz wasn’t feeling anything.

Nothing at all. She couldn’t even feel the weight of her own body. Or her breathing…or her heart beat…

She could only come to one, unfortunate, conclusion: she was dead.

She. Was. Dead.

Gaz had to run the thought through her head a few times. She’d always thought that she’d end up killing everyone ELSE before she died.

“Stupid bus,” she said aloud, though she had no idea how. Slowly, she lifted up one of her hands. It was clear, so clear that she could see the bus down below her, and her brother staring at it in shock.

“Hey-ya!” a voice said from behind her. Immediately she spun around, floating backwards in a way that irritated her greatly.

It was an angel that had spoken. Though, she was unlike any angel Gaz had ever heard of. She was beautiful, almost unwholesomely so. That, in itself, wasn’t odd. The slightly sadistic smile on her face was, though. It was only intensified by the sharp look in her eyes.

That wasn’t the only thing odd about the angel. Gaz noticed that she was wearing rather modern clothing: a red sweater, allowing black straps to show from underneath; shiny golden pants, and red sandals. The only thing that really gave Gaz the idea that she was an angel at all was the wings, and the halo.

“Whoa, you look like hell. Were you hit by a bus or something?” the angel said, sneering. Gaz glared. “Oh, you were, huh?” She chuckled darkly, and pulled her long brown hair out of her face.

Gaz immediately didn’t like her.

“Aww, no need to look so sullen, little girl,” the angel said, hovering closer to Gaz, “Just because you’re dead.”

Gaz continued to glare at the angel, but said nothing. What was she supposed to say?

The angel sighed at Gaz’s lack of emotion. “You’re a bundle of laughs, aren’t you?” she said, hovering backwards. “Well, come on, I have to take you for assigning.”

One of Gaz’s eyes opened, “Angels don’t do that.”

“We do, now,” the angel said, shrugging, and grabbing Gaz’s hand, “Ever since the Reaper strike. We’re hoping it ends soon…but you know how Reapers can be.”

Gaz clearly did not know how Reapers could be.

Again, the angel let out a sigh, and the two started to ascend upward with surprising speed. Everything was a blur of colors, and all sound was mixed into the rushing wind. It was difficult for Gaz to hear the angel say, “So, my name’s Nyx.”

“Gaz.”

“Charmed.”

And then it stopped. Gaz was sure she would have had vertigo if she still had a body.

As soon as her vision cleared. Gaz realized that heaven was incredibly underwhelming. And filthy. Very, very filthy.

“Hey!” Nyx suddenly called from beside her, to an angel behind some sort of podium. “Hey! Angel with the spiffy glasses!”

“You know. We’ve been working together for HUNDREDS of years, Nyx. You could at LEAST learn my name. It’s-” the bespectacled angel started.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Nyx said, waving her hand in dismissal, “Got another one for you. She was hit by a bus or something.”

“Yes, I think that’s ENTIRELY obvious by the fact that she’s bleeding out of every orifice,” the bespectacled angel said. “What’s your name?”

“Gaz,” Gaz said. She had already had to say her name twice. This was irritating.

“Gaz…” Clearly the angel was trying to entice her to say her last name.

Gaz merely shrugged.

The angel looked frustrated for a moment, before he seemed to find Gaz in the giant book he was looking through.

“Ah, Gaz…Uh…” the angel muttered, “Uh, whatever. Let’s see…” He ran a finger down the page, occasionally making a small sound. “Hmm…ooh….yikes…” he said, wincing.

Gaz glowered. Was he implying something?!

Finally, he drew in a large intake of air, causing a slight hissing sound, “Well, it’s not the worse thing I’ve ever seen but…”

“Do I need to be here?” Nyx said, playing with her nails.

“Would you shut up and hover there for a moment, Nyx? I’m trying to explain something, here,” the bespectacled angel snapped.

Nyx glared, but said nothing.

“Anyway, as I was saying, Gaz,” the angel continued, “Your file isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever seen but…well, there’s absolutely NO way you’re getting into heaven. Ever.”

Gaz snorted, “Pft, so?”  

The angel bristled lightly, “So,” he continued more harshly, “That means you’re going to hell.” Gaz shrugged, clearly she really didn’t care that much. Her indifference made the angel twitch.

“Woo, hell, that’s rough,” Nyx said, yawning, “Nothing but a lot of selfish morons down there.” She paused for a moment to look over to Gaz.

“Yes, she’ll fit right in, I’m sure” the angel said dryly.

One of Gaz’s eyes opened in irritation. He was implying something! She growled and stormed over to the angel, who yawned.

“Yes, yes, I’m sure you’ll be able to…” he consulted the book, “’Send me to a nightmare world from which there is no escaping’ but, really, now, there’s more.”

Gaz paused, “What?” she demanded.

“Well, see, even though you’ve been a horrid little demon child,” Gaz’s fist twitched, “To basically everyone that you’ve ever met. Most of the things you’ve done have been to…someone named Dib.”

“My stupid brother,” Gaz snarled.

“Wow, you did that to the poor kid?” Nyx asked. She had hovered behind the other angel, and was currently looking over his shoulder obnoxiously. The bespectacled angel pushed her away.

“Yes, your brother,” the angel nodded.

“Why is he important?” Gaz questioned.

“Well, under the ‘Purity of Children’ act of,” the angel paused, “Uh, some year, it says that any child under the age of fourteen is automatically exempt from going to hell…under certain conditions.”

“Conditions?” Gaz seemed rather furious at that word. They were going to make her jump through some stupid hoops, just so she wouldn’t have to go to hell? Her countenance darkened even further.

“Well, you see, most children not eligible for heaven have done some rather horrible things, usually to one person in particular,” the angel explained, “And in your case, this person would be your brother.”

The angel paused, waiting for a response from Gaz. When none came, he asked, “Have you ever heard the term ‘guardian angel’?”

“Duh,” Gaz said dully.

The angel adjusted his glasses in irritation, “Well, good. What I bet you don’t know is that most of these angels were once humans. Humans that were too bad to get into heaven, but not bad enough to go to hell. Normally, these souls would be sent to purgatory. However, they harassed one particular person for the majority of their lives, causing them to be ineligible for purgatory immediately. This is the position that you’re in, Gaz.”

Gaz looked intensely displeased. She didn’t harass Dib. She just punished him for being stupid. It wasn’t her fault that he was always stupid, was it?

“Yep,” Nyx said, looking bored, “So, to keep ol’ spiffy specs here from going on forever again, I’ll explain. If you don’t want to go to hell, you’re going to be your brother’s guardian angel. Neat, huh?”

“No,” Gaz said immediately.

Nyx looked displeased, the other angel even more so. “You don’t know what hell is like, do you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s filled with morons that make it their own personal hell. It’s just like life on Earth, only there’s no good people mixed in with all of the scum. You’ll never have a moment’s peace. I’d recommend that you take the deal.”

“Yeah, plus we’re worried about how many people you’ll kill if you’re sent down there,” Nyx chuckled.

Were angels supposed to be this STUPID? Gaz thought to herself, glowering at Nyx. Still, from the way it sounded, she wouldn’t be able to stand living in hell for the rest of eternity. Eternity was a long time…

“Fine, Gaz spat.

“Wonderful!” the bespectacled angel said, making a few marks inside of the book. Nyx looked even more pleased, and had already started hovering away before the angel called, “Oh, and Nyx. I’ll trust you to assure she does her job properly. Show her the ropes, you know?”

Nyx immediately spun around, looking absolutely furious. “You expect me to do what?”

“Yes, I’m sure you’ll do fine,” the angel said, “Well, ta.” The angel waved, and Nyx and Gaz were falling.

To Nyx, it didn’t appear like falling for miles and miles was anything special. She had obviously done it many, many times. And, even though Gaz had never done this, she looked completely uninterested. This was unbelievable. Today had to have been the worst day of her life.

Then, the two smacked into the ground. Well, only Gaz did. Nyx floated above the ground gracefully.

“Oh,” Nyx said, clearly not caring, “Forgot to give you wings.” Before Gaz had time to say anything, Nyx had kicked her sharply between the shoulder blades with the back of her heel.

Growling, Gaz shot up, rubbing her back. Or, she would have, if it hadn’t suddenly been blocked by a pair of light pink wings. The color was horrible, and Gaz had an inkling that Nyx had made them that color on purpose.

“Well?” Nyx said, from up above Gaz. She had hovered a few feet above her, while she had been trying to rub her back. She was obscuring the moon, and Gaz noticed for the first time that it was night. Had they really been gone for that long?

“Well what?” Gaz snapped.

“Aren’t you coming? I’m a very busy angel, I don’t have all day, you know,” Nyx said, impatiently.

Oh yeah, she was coming, Gaz decided, as she clumsily ascended upward, if just to give that angel what was coming to her.

“Right, good,” Nyx said, as Gaz reached her level. With shocking speed, she shoved Gaz towards a window. A closed window. Impact was eminent, and Gaz prepared for it when…

She didn’t hit anything. She just went right through it. Nyx followed, and yawned.

Immediately, Gaz recognized where they were. They were in Dib’s room. Dib was there, too, sleeping rather fretfully. The red LED from his alarm clock read “2:37 AM”. It was rather early in the morning.

“So, this is your brother.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Apparently Nyx thought that Gaz might not have known her own brother.

Gaz narrowed her eyes.

“Riiight,” Nyx said, clearly sick of being near Gaz, “So, let’s get down to business, huh?” Suddenly, Nyx grabbed Gaz by her right arm, and attached something to her wrist. Then, not a moment later, she turned around and did the same to Dib. He didn’t wake up.

It took only a second for Gaz to realize what the thing on her wrist was: a chain, a glowing red chain. A chain that felt entirely too tight for her.

Angrily, Gaz tugged on it, in an attempt to break it. It didn’t move at all. The chain would only move on her side. Dib was like an unmovable object.

“What is this?!” Gaz snarled, trying to move over to Nyx, but being pulled back by the chain.

“A chain, what does it look like?” Nyx said.

Gaz was not amused.

“You’re really dower, you know that?” Nyx said dully. “Anyway, it’s to keep you from slacking and going to play video games or something stupid like that.”

Gaz paused, “I can play video games?”

“No, of course not. You don’t have enough substance to move a physical object,” Nyx said, picking up a random object and tossing it around, as though to prove the point that Nyx was far more capable than she.

“…Why NOT?” Gaz snarled.

At this, Nyx chuckled, “Have you ever heard the theory that no one is born with a soul; that you have to earn it?”

Gaz didn’t respond.

“Well, that’s not exactly true. You’re born with a soul. It’s just…very insubstantial,” Nyx explained, sounding far more scholarly than she had all day, “You have to earn substance through being, well, good. Since you’ve never been a decent person, your soul has no substance, which is why you can’t move physical objects.” Nyx paused for a moment, before adding, “And why no one will be able to see, or hear you. Not even your brother.”

“What?” Gaz said, baffled. How exactly was she to guard him if he couldn’t even see her?

“Mmmhmm, yep,” Nyx said, not answering the question at all. “Well, I must be going. I suppose you’ll have to call on me if you need something…”

Gaz glared at her, “I’m staying like this?”

“What do you mean?” Nyx looked honestly confused, before, “Oh, your clothing, you mean? Yeah, you get to keep your shredded up clothing. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“You-”

“Well, g’bye,” Nyx said quickly, waving at Gaz before flying through the window.

Someone would pay for this…