Title: The Scent of Heaven
Chapter: prologue
Hello guys and welcome to my new story! I'm really excited about this one!
sUmMaRy: White feathers float in the air. Circling me. My eyes caught a glimpse of blond locks and icy blue eyes staring into my very soul. He is, indeed one of them. A guardian angel.
HeHeHe! Here ya are!
Oh I forgot the disclaimer… Well I don' own Death Note and…I'll never will…(hides in a dark corner and sobs uncontrollably)
E…(sob) E-Enjoy!
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Matt's POV
"Nine past ten" I read out loud the time on my watch. My mother turned her head and gave me a glare. "Quiet" She hissed.
I ignored her and turned my attention on the road. London's weather is, indeed, terrible. That night wasn't an exception.
The rain poured down and hit the car repeatedly, creating a disturbing sound.
The driver made an irritated face and scratched his black, thick moustache. He let out a deep sigh. He looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep lately. The dark circles under his eyes were the proofs of my theory.
I had overheard him complaining earlier to my mother about his wife. How he thinks that she cheats on him. Judging from him appearance, I think that this is a fact.
Well, what-so-fucking-ever!
I took out from my pocket a pack of cigarettes and putted my ticket to early death in my mouth.
"Kid, smoking is not allowed in the cab." The driver said in his heavy British accent.
I opened the window, throwing away my little enjoyment. The cold air hit my face. Feeling a little more relaxed, I decided I would just take a look outside.
I observed the new found city in front of me. The small, local parks, the different kinds of shops and minimarkets, the all night clubs, with their colorful and flashy lights, which caught your attention from far away. They were now all closed, because of the rain.
The car stopped for a red light, allowing the passengers, with their umbrellas in hand, to pass the road.
One caught my attention.
He looked to be in his late sixties. He was wearing a strange looking brown hat, a matching coat and a pipe in hand.
The weird thing about him was that, while every other sane being walked quickly to find a covering to hide from the rain, he stood there calmly next to a random hobo in the bus station. The smoke from his pipe circling him and then, completely vanishing in thin air.
It really was a bizarre sight.
Maybe he is one of those people. The ones that I can't touch. The ones that have no bones and can pass throughout walls. The ones that exist only in my imagination. The ones I, can only see.
I had this "charisma" since the day I was born. When I was eight, I realized that they weren't normal people. I still wonder if I am normal, myself.
I don't know what they are. The only title I can give them is:
Angels
The blond, beautiful creatures with the white wings and the shining smile. This is, at least, the image Hollywood movies want to describe them like.
According to the church, the angels resemble the good that hides inside every human's heart.
In cartoons, you can see them appear on humans' shoulders, when they have to make a hard decision and they advise them.
Believe me, they are nothing like that.
They are… ordinary people!
Their appearance at least… As for what their role is… I think that they are the "oh so famous", sixth sense. They are the little voice you hear in your head that guides you to do the right thing. Your conscious.
Each one of them glows with a shiny green that hypnotizes you. They don't talk. To me at least.
I have come to realize that they have a particular human that follow and guard.
I never told anyone about my special "gift".
But then, one day, I decided I had to tell the person I trusted the most in this life. My mother. And that got me into this mess.
Me and my fucking big mouth!
My mum thought that I was insane and made me go to a psychological clinic. From North America I ended up in London. I am on my way to the clinic right now, where I shall spend the summer and maybe, if the things go as planed, the whole frigging year.
Aghh…My life sucks ass!
At North America I grew up in the most difficult and violent of environments. I lived in one of those dangerous neighborhoods. It was either kill or get killed. The innocence flew away like a distant memory, never to be found again. I started smoking at the early age of thirteen. I had a lot of friends back there. We were a gang. But then, the asses had to go and get into the world of drugs. I stopped hanging out with those scumbags.
No, I never took a life. I wouldn't dare to do it. I knew it was an option. The easy way to solve the problem. Just to survive. To live a little longer. But who knows how life is after death? Maybe it's worse, maybe it's better...
Maybe there is no life after death, at all. Your corpse rots and that's it. Nobody even remembers you after some years.
The car stopped, yet again. Have we arrived?
I opened the door and observed my surroundings.
There stood, proud and tall, a castle like the ones you see in the horror movies. Made of stone with a solid, wooden gate. If Christopher Lee showed up and threatened to drink our blood I wouldn't be surprised at all.
The only thing that came in mind that very moment:
"creepy!"
"They say that it was built on a burial place." My mum informed me, just to make me worry even more. Hey, I may act tough but I am still a child. Sixteen, for that matter.
"And you picked this place because…?"
"Other people in here have the same symptoms of craziness as you. With the angels and all. And… it was free!" She smirked at me and walked to the direction of the main entrance.
"Money is more important to you than your son's safety? And they are real! But I ain't so sure if they are angels…" I pouted.
"Jeez… Come here already drama queen!" She teased. I let out a frustrated groan and did as I was told.
"Did you tell dad?" I asked her, his image entered my mind.
My dad is in jail. He murdered my older brother. He did it by accident. He wanted to shoot a thief that intruded in our house. The man jumped aside and the bullet hit my brother.
After my brother's death I was left alone with my mother. I swore that same day that I would protect her no matter what.
"Yes." Was her short answer. I didn't need more words to understand that he was very disappointed and upset by the whole thing.
"They are real…" I repeated silently.
"I know honey…I know." She gave me a sad smile and patted my head softly.
I bit my lower lip.
There she goes again. Treating me like a mad man.
"Mum! I ain't crazy! This is a mistake! They are real! I don't have to go to this clinic for psychos, DAMN IT!" I yelled, shoving her hand away.
The door opened, interrupting my small outbreak and an old man in black suit welcomed us.
He stopped in front of us and bowed his head.
"Hello, my name is Roger and I am the principal of this center, or clinic for psychos as you said earlier young man." He eyed me austerely but then continued. "However, we have been waiting for you Mail-san."
I grimaced when I heard my birth name being mentioned.
This is going to be one hell of an experience for sure!
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Tee-hee! That's all!
The prologue is done! Let's move on now, shall we?
Till next time
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