It's not easy being a guardian angel over this guy. It seems like every time I try get him out of danger he finds a new hazard. This kid is a freaking hazard! And I would swear about it if it wasn't against my nature, if my supernatural lips would allow it. But of course I can't.
Part of being a guardian angel is that I can read thoughts, and I can do angel whispers to try to influence what they do. It's not an actual physical whisper, it's different. But as I watched this guy, only fifteen getting held to the ground with a gun on his head I whispered to him to keep his dumb mouth shut and let me handle it. I saw the future, and if he would have spoken, he would have been dead. I also controlled the guy, whispered doubts into his head so that he was too confused to take action against my poor victim, and kept him steady until the cops showed up. I'm giving myself a lot of credit, but that's because I'm allowed to. Being an angel is a big deal, and keeping that moron safe wasn't easy.
It only got harder as he grew up. When I talked the guy out of suicide, he'd just pick up a drink, or some pills. When nine eleven went down I was reading his thoughts. He had felt so completely helpless and alone. He felt like he wasn't doing anything with his life. He wanted to help people.
"So how are you going to do that?" I whispered to him. He got the idea to form a band.
It wasn't much, but I could see the future and knew what was going to happen. How many lives would be saved because guardian angels would tell depressed kids to listen to this band. But the Big Man, God, saw things I didn't. And that's when it got complicated.
"I have a special mission for you," He told me. "Gerard- (my human), is in trouble, and I fear you can no longer help him from this position. He needs something more personal, more real…"
"What does this mean, Lord?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"My good and faithful servant, you are going to be made human,"
Those words changed everything.
I am Francis Anthony, named after the saints, a Guardian…
Or as I am to be called now- Frank Iero, a human.