PROLOGUE: AN ANGEL'S BEGINNING
ME: So then...this is a new fic starring yours truly, Boomer and Bubbles!
BOOMER: Yay! We're back! *waves*
BUBBLES: Awesome!
ME: Glad you're all so optimistic. So yeah, own nothing besides story and OC's, y'know: the usual.
Prologue: An Angel's Beginning
He's always been watching from the shadows. Not just watching, though. Also doing what he could to show her he cared.
Yes, he cared.
That day he first met her. Her smile. Her expression. Her strength.
Most people said she was a little girl, and a darling one at that; not capable of handling too much violence.
For the most part, he agreed. She was so sweet and beautiful. She was kind and gentle too. But she wasn't weak. He knew she could hold her own in a fight.
He always ended up with a couple bruises to prove it.
Every time he saw her, they were enemies. He hated her, and she hated him. It was fair. It was normal. What's more, it was expected.
But times changed.
He slowly grew up; matured, even. His brothers did too. Things changed, and he slowly, but surely, began to fall for her. And as slow as it took, he was falling hard. And he knew it.
But he couldn't risk their fragile friendship that had been built over the years. Her forgiveness meant their friendship. And one mistake would mean the end of a still-growing friendship.
...Besides, he was fine with being just a friend.
...Or...he thought he was.
But then it happened.
He was around nine-years-old, and he was walking home from school.
He remembered it exactly.
He had been walking home from school, passing by a small neighborhood he'd come to know and love. It had small businesses with plenty to offer, and he'd made plenty of friends. His brothers had been busy, so he'd been walking home alone.
He had been chewing gum, his hands in his pockets. He was slouched slightly, shuffling down the sidewalk the way boys did. He shifted his backpack, one strap over his shoulder. Headphones were in his ears, and he was listening to Sapphire Blue by Super Junior, a Korean boy band, who also had mini bands like Super Junior M.
And no, he wasn't gay. He just enjoyed their songs, even if it was in Korean. He'd seen the English lyrics, and they made him feel connected.
As the sun leaves the sky
The road to destiny
Becomes more clear
Meeting by chance
Was not an accident
It was fate letting it happen
It was the last few parts of the song, and it was in Korean. But he could still remember the English lyrics in his head.
He sighed peacefully, letting his blond bangs fall into his eyes.
I wanted to confess
I want to make it so that it's me
The work because I wanted you
Maybe it was because this was how he really felt sometimes…
Do you have a wish, yeah
Tell me, ever more
One-sided love, yeah
This isn't right
You got to have me
Everything in the world
Will help
If you so desire for it
He had sighed contentedly, his head bobbing to the music.
He remembered feeling his heart thumping in time to the beat, riffing with the song.
Do you have a wish, yeah, tell me
Do you have a wish, yeah
That's love
Do you have a wish, yeah, tell me
Do you have a wish, yeah
That's love
If you so desire for it
"Do you have a wish, yeah, tell me…That's love, if you so desire for it…" He had been singing along.
An ice cream cone had been in his hand, and he licked it then. It had been Blueberry Ripple. He remembered that so clearly.
Mr. Hoffwash's grocery store had been nearby, the aged yellow lettering on the window reading "Hoffwash's Groceries". It was displaying fruits and vegetables, at half price. He'd seen the large, cardboard sign. Boxes outside the grocery store displayed fresh fruit at cheap prices. Mr. Hoffwash had been sweeping the front steps, and he'd greeted him with a smile and a wave. He'd offered him an apple, which he'd gladly accepted and saved for later.
Across from it was the ice cream store, and beside that was the Pine Tree Bakery.
He'd been eyeing tantalizing treats as he'd walked by.
Just then, as he was about to leave the neighborhood, he saw her.
She was smiling and laughing, her eyes shining as she talked to a group of friends. She wasn't with her sisters, so he'd figured they'd been busy too.
She'd said bye to her friends and they'd walked off. She wasn't watching where she had been going. He definitely remembered that.
And then the truck. Oh, the truck. It had been blue, and it was speeding forwards, honking for her to get out of the way.
She'd turned, eyes wide as she was face-to-face with those terrible yellow headlights, her mouth open in a silent scream.
His mouth had dropped open. He couldn't let her die. Not like this, when she had so much to live for.
He remembered dropping his ice cream, not caring as it splattered harshly on the sidewalk. His backpack had swung off of his shoulder, and his headphones had flown out. He remembered his iPod nearly falling...
He remembered running. Oh, the running. Thinking he wouldn't make it in time, thinking she'd die and it'd be all his fault...his fault for not saving her, his fault for only being able to watch, his fault for not being able to do anything.
His feet had pattered harshly against the ground, his cerulean-blue converse slapping the cold cement as he cried out her name, reaching...
And then he'd stumbled. His iPod fell to the ground, forgotten. He remembered shoving her aside, her screaming as it all happened as if in slow-mo. Everything faded away, and he was only aware of the bright lights; oh, how bright they were! And the motion of falling, feeling like it was going so slow. Like he was allowed having time to think over some things.
And he felt...okay. Nothing bad or good, just...content.
He remembered thinking over his life, wondering if he'd make it into heaven and hell. Or if he'd end up in a deep, black nothingness.
He remembered thinking he was happy with how his life had turned out. He was happy to have who he had in his life. And he was happy to have had her in his life. Definitely.
And he remembered not regretting anything. Not his life, not how he used to be, just...nothing. In that exact moment, he'd felt happy and content with what he'd had.
And he definitely didn't regret saving her.
He thought about all the people in his life. He wondered how they'd feel when hearing of this. He could imagine his brothers' shocked and hurt gazes, tears threatening to fall.
He turned to see her standing nearby, safely on the sidewalk, one hand over her mouth as she reached out with her other. She had been trembling, and...crying.
...She had been crying.
He remembered reaching out as well, trying to tell her not to cry. It's okay, he remembered trying to say. I don't regret anything; not this either. Tell everyone it's okay. It'll be okay. Tell my brothers not to cry. I'm supposed to be the baby, not them. Tell them I'm happy and content with everything I have had and done. Thank you. And...I love you.
But the words wouldn't come.
Then the truck was upon him, finally upon him. It had taken it long enough, he remembered thinking. In my opinion and place, anyway.
He remembered feeling the searing pain, seeing the huge black wheels. And then...nothing.
When he came to, he was floating in a darkness. He looked himself over. Wasn't he supposed to be dead? Was this what death felt like?
He floated along, wondering if this would be what he'd have to do for the rest of his life. The thought bothered him. And even then, he doubted he even had a life anymore.
He wondered briefly where he was going. Heaven or Hell? Did they even exist?
He would never again hear the sound of her laughter. He would never again be able to see his family.
He would never be able to stand there and watch as she grew up. He wouldn't be there to tell her how he felt.
It was his time to die.
There were so many things in this world that he would miss, so many things that he would never be able to see again.
He felt as if he was floating in a darkness, it wrapping around him like icy claws.
So this was what death felt like, huh? Where was he going, though? Would he go to Heaven or Hell...?
Did those places even exist?
Screams sounded in the distance, but he felt strangely calm.
He was dying; nothing could hurt him now.
Nothing besides everything.
He may not feel physical pain anymore, but what about emotional pain?
He knew his family would cry at his funeral, and that broke his heart. He'd never see the little girl grow up, never meet her boyfriend. He'd never see the people he cared about ever again.
Those thoughts brought a lot of emotional pain to his heart.
He looked down at himself, thinking about all the good and bad things he'd done.
What would happen to him?
Was he good enough to go to Heaven, or was he only to die and fall into a darkness, never to feel or anything ever again? Or was he bad enough to be sent to Hell?
That's when a blinding light filled his eyes.
Covering his eyes with his hands (he could move? How?), he blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden light.
And then he remembered the voices fading in.
Was he still alive? Had they somehow saved him?
When he blinked open his eyes, and when he did, he was amazed to see a clear blue sky and a large golden gate. Two men with large, feathery wings and glowing halos stood at attention.
A podium stood nearby.
He remembered feeling confused, wondering where the heck he was.
And then the voice. The voice he now knew so well. The voice that welcomed him to...well, the place he was in now.
"Boomer Jojo...?"
ME: A sad beginning to the tale, I know. But...I think you'll all like this story. So yeah...the next chapter of HUOY and the new story Call of The Wolves shall both be uploaded soon(er or later)!
BUBBLES: *sniffles* This...this is just so sad!
BOOMER: ...Man...why'd I have to die...
ME: Uh...read the summary, man. Oh and the Super Junior part was (sorta) taken from HUOY. And some of the death part was from one of my fics called "The Secret Next Door" (not published).
BLOSSOM: *sighs* Remember to review, please.