The light burned our eyes. Then, everything cleared out. It was as if I was falling. I was. I opened my eyes, to see, that I was falling. Clouds, gusts of winds, and even rain passed me, as I fell. I look forward (or is it up, since I was falling) to see a grand palace. A kingdom.

There was a battle, against to sides. They looked like angels, all having wings. There was a huge difference. One side, the winning side, had dark wings and wore black. There wings varied from shades of black to purple to plum. The colors of death.

The other side, that was slowly retreating, wore white dresses, with angelic wings of many colors. Some had blue, some green. Most wore white, some yellow, orange and whatnot.

Both sides were smeared with crimson red. Blood.

I checked my self. I had more injuries than most up there. A huge gash went up my chest. My face was scratched. I was dying. Or at least, that's what it felt like. Like a memory of dying.

I started searching for something. More likely a someone.

Jo.Joey. AJ.Arabelle. Joelle.

My angel.


I twisted, away from the battle of the heavens (that was the only way to describe the war).

A long way down, I see a small body. A body that was, by far, in the worst condition. I could make out that she (I could tell she was female from the lovely locks of hair that were masking her face from my view) was on the white side, like me. I could make out only the necklace she was wearing a black necklace. A heart-shaped locket. Just like AJ's.

"Joey!" I screamed. But at the same time, I didn't. It was like I was reliving a very old memory. A painful one, for that.

I couldn't reach her. I tried to dive, to angle myself so that it was a steep and even drop. I almost reached her, when we passed an invisible barrier, dissolving us into nothingness.









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I was whisked away to another memory, this one was different. I wasn't in my body. It was like I was a ghost. Watching myself from a distance.

The scenery was very different from falling from the heavens. I was in an almost empty laboratory.

There were two other people. One was Jo. She was sitting in a chair. From here, I could see her very frustrated. She was leaning over a body, which I think was naked, of a familiar man. His chest was bare, smooth, and from waist down he was covered with a white cloth.

I realized where I saw this man. I see him every time I look in a mirror. That was me.

"Why don't you come to life?! I've tried everything! I was Bob's first apprentice! C'mon! I worked so hard on you! I took all his tips! I even used my own hands to carve your face, instead of the machine Bob said to use. Why can't I do anything right?!?!?! Wake up, for me!" she said, tears starting to fall. They weren't sad tears, but ones of frustration and anger.

"Well, since you begged me so hard, for so long, here I am. Wow. You were my creator?!" said me, well the other me, as he sat up in a sitting position.

Jo backed away, in mere surprise. Then her eyes widened. "Oh my god. I did it. I'm the only one who did it! I created life! Ha! Bob will be so proud of me! I was one of the few of his apprentices that he allowed do this. And I succeeded!" she said, jumping up and down.

The man who was supposedly me just looked at her, and shook his head. He got down from the table. He wrapped the white cloth around his center. He got down, testing his balance and such.

He stumbled slightly. By then, Jo stopped hopping, however her grin was everlasting and beautiful. She helped him walk, and get used to everything. They were laughing, as they cracked jokes.

"So, can you wait here while I get Bob? After he examines you, We could do something, if you want. I could tell you about life here." she said.

He was too busy staring at her. He brought his hand up to her cheek, which was burning now. She was frozen there, staring into his soul. My soul. The same one that she created with her delicate hands. She started to slowly smile, as did he.

Then, like a hand passing over still water, the universe dissolved again.








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I was back in my body, but it was like I was a ghost in myself. If you've read the book, The Host, it was like that. I was aware of everything, but I couldn't control myself. It was another memory.

Next to me, looking as beautiful as ever, even more radiant than ever, was my creator. My Joey.

We were walking hand in hand probably after the inspection of Bob.

"I never thought that Bob was god! And that we are angels. And that I was created by you! How do you do it?" I asked.

She was looking at her feet.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh what?! Oh, nothing."

"C'mon, I know it's something! What is it?"

" *SIGH* It's just, there's one more thing that I haven't told you. After being created, the angel has a choice. There are two. Go on your path, or stay. If you go, there are only two paths. Earth, or Hell. If you choose to stay, there are a few more options. You could move into the city of angels, the main part of heaven, where people live imortally and happily. Or, if you don't like that, you could become an apprentice of god. He wants us to call him Bob, by the way. Even if you become an apprentice, it takes thousands to millions of millenniums, just to get to create life, and even if we do, it's almost impossible to create life. If you don't want to do that, Bob has only one more choice. No one has chosen this path, because it was so dangerously scary and hard. You could become a messenger. They send messages to hell and earth and back. No one has even thought of doing that..." she said, looking down.

"Hey, are you scared that I'll leave? Because I don't plan on doing that anytime soon. I don't know what this feeling is, but I feel like little things are jumping in my stomach, every time you look at me. I don't know what it is called, but I like this feeling. Do you know what it's called?" I asked. She looked up at me. She smiled, through the tears that had formed.

She leans in and plants her soft lips on mine. I wish I was as cool and charming as this version of me. He got the girl, in almost a snap. And I didn't even try to give her a hint.

"I think, that you found the feeling of love!" she said.

"To be honest, I think I wanna take the road not taken..."

"And I would gladly follow." she said.

"Really?! But you spent your whole life to becoming a creator, and you have! I'm living proof! Why do you wanna throw that all away?!"

"Because, I never wanted to become that. You see...I was sorta the first angel. Bob created me out of himself, I mean he took parts out of himself to make me. So, I am a true angel, so to say. For the rest of the angels, he used the essence of Immortalin, the source of power for us angels. That's what I keep in my necklace here. When I was made, I had no choice, but to be his successor. He didn't know how much time he had. So I was kinda like a destined child of god. But, sooner, I wanted to know if I actually could. And know that I can, I'm satisfied. I wanna try something new!"

I looked at her, wide-eyed. I never knew she was the first, and now I feel like I am honored with her presence.

I had only one more question, for now. "What did you use to make me? I have a feeling it wasn't Immortalin, right?"

"Yeah. It's true that I didn't use Immortalin. I actually used a part of myself, to make you. That's kinda how you read my thoughts. I gave you a half of my soul."

And, for the last time, the world dissolved.








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It was all dark. All black. I took this moment to just recall all of the memories:

1. Joey and I are angels.
2. There was a war that was happening when we supposedly died.
3. We were losing, and based on a some words of Bob, we were their prime targets.
4. We are now in hiding.
5. We were messengers.
6. We were true angels, not made of immortalin.
7. I loved her before I was human.
8. She loved me the same way, before. Now, I'm not so sure.
9. I was created by the one I love, while she was the first to ever be created
10. We need to save heaven because Hell is breaking lose.

I'm back to earth, or at least my mind.

My hands were constricted, by two burly men.

In front of him, was Jo, her back toward him. There was a man in front of him.

"Ah, little Arabelle. Missed me?" he said, taunting her.

"Let them go, Leo. You don't need to hurt them." said Jo.

My eyes scan the room, to meet many pairs of frightened pairs of eyes. He found her. Because of me. I shake my head. No time to blame yourself, Louis.

"You're right. Anyway, it'd be too public if I were to hurt them. You, however, have no one. Why don't we make a deal? You come back with me, and I'll leave these 'friends' of yours alone."

"Deal. No take backs, and nothing should happen to them." she says in a blink.

"No! Don't you dare do that!" someone screamed. Everyone turned to look at me. That's when I realized that it was from my mouth.

"Take her away Stan. I wanna do something first," Leo said, not moving his eyes from mine.

"Leo! You promised that you wouldn't do anything. Let me go!" screamed Arabelle as she was dragged out by Stan, who sneered at me.

"So you are the famous Louis. The immortal lover. She told me about you, and that you were powerful as well. Doesn't seem so!" he said, so that only I could hear.

My eyes widened. How did he know?!

Then it struck me, he was the enemy on earth. The spawn of the devil on earth. It struck me at the same time as his fist.

"That was for good measure. And you are a pathetic little angel, that couldn't even tell teh one he loves his own feelings. You are too late now. You've lost your love and your home, anything else?" he said, kicking me in the 'area'. I dropped to the ground, in pain.

But not as much as my heart felt now. I loved her, but I let him take her away. I was a horrible friend, lover and most of all, the worst angel.

It was as bad as me turning over to the dark side.

Because, without her, nothing means anything to me anymore.

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