Okay, so this is the story I wrote for NaNoWriMo 2009 :) To begin, this is only halfof the original plot of Agent Angel, because of the fact my friend and I made a Role Play Game out of it. Instead of Mel falling for Reuben, my BFF made her OWN character called Mike Perdido - a fallen archangel posing as a student in the Academy due to this massive history between him and Mel (long story.) So this WHOLE new story may seem unfamiliar to the AA fans, but that's because this is along the lines of the RPG more than the books. It still has some of the characters: Brice, Mel, Lola etc, but this time as adults who are married and have kids. So it's a fanfic of an RPG based off of the books, if that makes sense XD
Aimee and Ceilia are the twin daughters of Mike and Mel. Aimee is "represented" by Zoe Belkin, and Ceilia is Rachael Leigh Cook. It's kind of an RPG-ish thing to have characters represented by celebs lol Anyway, I hope you enjoy seeing Agent Angel from a different point of view!
I was in a land filled with these ugly monsters. I didn't know what they were, they kept on changing from my worst fears, to something people would describe as "the boogey man." Either way, I was terrified.
I tried running, but my feet stayed glued to the ground. The sky grew dark, huge lightning bolts creating jagged marks by the red glowing moon. I raised my hand, and it seemed my skin was turning this ghastly grey colour. The colour of death. My muscles ached, and this feeling of my wings turning to dust freaked me out. I could barely support myself, and as my legs buckled to the ground, some type of creature seemed to appear in the air. It was a phoenix with a cross on its chest, its wings spread to their biggest length.
The symbol glowed brightly, but a lightning strike made the bird disappear out of sight, evaporating into the dark clouds. The sound of the bolts echoed across the great expanse of land, making me feel as if my head was going to split apart.
As the monsters seemed to advance on me, a face appeared in my mind. It was a man. He had this wild, knotted hair, that seemed to come up to his shoulders. His eyes were opaque and clear, as if air was the element of his soul. Somehow, this image in my mind zoomed out, and I could see his whole figure.
"Use your soul, Fehlaena. Use your soul," his echoing voice seemed to say, his left hand raising, a river of vibes coming out from his fingertips. It was unlike anything I had seen, even my parents powers seemed to be inferior to the purity this man held. The image disappeared, and I knew what to do.
Taking up a warrior stance, I gathered all my energy into one ball that seemed to take residence near my solar plexus. I could feel it, glowing hot, as it was ready to burst out of me. Breathing in, I prepared to fight off the demons, using the advice of the wise man.
And then I woke up.
"Oh my god," I gasped, wriggling in my sheets. I was drenched in my own sweat - great. I looked over to my clock, and saw that it read four thirty-two in the morning. That was the fifth time I had experienced that dream, and every time it was the same thing. I had to defeat the monsters using the purest source of my angelic vibes.
I closed my eyes and sat up, bringing my knees to my chin. Today was the start of a new term at The Angel Academy, a school for young teenage trainees to learn how to become fully fledged angels. I began there at thirteen and have been studying there for three years so far. Being a proper angel meant you could work as a guardian angel on solo missions, you would have gained every drop of angelic power you would possess, and your wings will be fully grown.
Getting my wings was an amazing experience. Michael, the headmaster and also part of the archangels, just pointed his fingers at my back and they appeared! A zillion volts of angel energy seemed to buzz through my body, goose bumps appearing on my arms. Archangels are second in line to the most powerful angels in the whole of Heaven, thus why wing materialisation is like a piece of cake to them. However, the ones that take pole position are the Creation Angels - here before the Dawn Of Time. They created everything there was to make.
Mr. Allbright, my class teacher, was always going on about how dust turned into stars and stars turned into everything else, blah, blah, blah. They always seem to relate evolution to an angels walk. Trees turn into diamonds the same way an angel turns into this wise being who can kick some demon booty.
But enough of that. The first term of the angelic school year was about to begin and I was having sleepless nights. Not the best way to start a day!
I tried to get back to sleep, but I just kept tossing and turning, thinking about that dream. What is this whole thing to do with the phoenix and the angel? Why do I lose my wings?
"Probably just having way too much chocolate before bed," I mused to myself, staring up at the ceiling of my bedroom.
My bedroom was totally different from my sisters. For one, I adore the colour pink and all things fluffy. I was looking through photos that Mum had taken at the Academy, and I just fell in love with how she designed her dorm room. So what did I do? I asked for that to be my actual bedroom. She agreed!
So as I was sitting there in my bed, twiddling my thumbs until six in the morning, I nearly died of boredom. But morning time means I get to spend quality time with my mother.
"Morning, Aimee!" she said when she saw me. I smiled and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to untie all the knots I gave myself from not sleeping well.
"Morning Mum. You know I had the funniest dream last night..." I began, though I stopped and shook my head. Why should I tell her about my dream? It isn't anything significant. I gave her a hug, breathing in that beautiful scent of apples and raspberries from her shampoo.
"So what's for breakfast today?" I asked, sitting myself down on the couch and pulling one of the fluffy pillows onto my lap.
"You have a choice of chocolate chip pancakes or...drum roll, please!" she grinned, and motioned at me. I giggled, hammering the pillow and my feet on the floor.
"Chocolate chip pancakes," Mum finished, and I laughed, whacking her with the pillow, causing her to laugh and hit me back. Soon it was a full on pillow fight, and we were running all over the house trying to get each other.
Passing my sisters room, she opened her door and rubbed her eyes, her frizzy hair looking like she hadn't slept a wink either.
"Can someone put the horses back in their pastures? I think I lost an eardrum," she commented sarcastically, giving me a bit of a dirty look. I poked my tongue back at her, but Mum saw.
"Hey, hey, play nice! It's the start of school and I want you to go looking like human beings, not with twigs and ABC gum sticking out of each others hair," she said, only half joking as she laid a hand on my shoulder.
"Sorry, Ceilia," I mumbled. I avoided her eyes and kept my arms crossed. Even though we are twins, we really don't get along. Sibling rivalry practically has a whole new meaning with us. When we were little, we got along amazingly, like real close sisters. But when we turned thirteen, we started going our separate ways, and even just a run-in at school wasn't pleasant.
"Sorry Aimee," Ceilia replied, just as peeved off as I sounded.
Mum rolled her eyes.
Hearing a new set of feet coming down the hallway, we all looked over and saw Dad sticking a shirt on as he came to the little family gathering.
This produced some mixed emotions between us three girls. Mum looked happy, Ceilia looked over the moon, and well... I didn't look quite so happy.
Dad and I never seemed to get on well, even at the beginning. I always found him quite a wimp of a parent. He never really stood up with confrontation, my Mum always seemed to. Don't get me wrong, I love my Mum too! But he could be so overprotective at times, when it came to missions and field work. Then there was the big accident which permanently seared our already-rocky relationship, but that's a whole other story.
"Hey Mike," Mum said softly, kissing him on the lips and readjusting his collar for him. Smirking, he kissed her back. I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the wall, investigating my chipped nail.
"Let's make some pancakes, hey?" he said quietly, pulling her a little closer and she giggled, their fingers interlacing as they held hands. They acted like those couples who never lost that honeymoon romance.
At this, both me and Ceilia turned our heads and made retching noises at their little display of affection. Mum briefly closed her eyes, dissolving into giggles as she gave him a pat on the shoulder and a little kiss in the cheek. Turning around, she pointed a finger at each of us.
"Remember, play nicely today," she warned, and I smiled sweetly and innocently at her.
"Don't worry," I said, giving Ceilia a very pointed look, "We will be on our best behaviour today."
Giving me another dirty look, she sighed and left her door to find a hairbrush, and I followed Mum and Dad down to the kitchen.
We were just finishing the last of our pancakes when my iPhone rang. The chorus of a Christina Aguilera song blared out, and I smiled. I knew exactly who it was.
"Hey there, chica," I said after I had swallowed the last bit of food.
"Bubbles!" my best friend squealed. Isabella was as crazy as my mother describes her Mum, Lola. For some reason she inherited the ability to give people crazy nicknames, though mine was because we watched The Power Puff Girls as little kids, and I liked Bubbles the most.
"Yes, Izzy?" I asked, giggling as I heard a crash in the background, and then the sound of loud barking. Obviously their golden retriever was having a fun time of his own!
"Just reminding you to get ready! The start of term has come, carita, so its time to party down HARD at the Academy!" she yelled, causing me to take the phone off my ear, laughing. Mum chuckled and shook her head, and I put the phone back after the noise had lulled. She was definitely psyched up.
"How could I forget, Izzy? You just obviously don't know me." I giggled when I heard the mock gasp from the other end of the line.
"I don't KNOW you? Right, I am going to announce to the school you will be wearing your dirty word boy shorts!" she joked.
At that, Dad coughed and Mum to look down at her food for a second, trying to hide her laughter.
"Dirty word boy shorts?" he mouthed to her, who quietened him with a Look.
"If you do that...I will put icing on your shoes. You're messing with the wrong girl, Izzy," I laughed, and looked across the table at Mum. We both smiled, the same thought obviously running through our mind: like mother, like daughter!